Undeniably Enemies (Boston's Irresistible Billionaires #5)

by J. Saman

One sip will lead to a torrid affair. Drink more of it, and you’ll fall in love. Finish it, and it’ll be ’till death do you part.

“Jack Kincaid.”

“Rumor has it that with one sip, you’ll meet someone tonight and have a torrid affair with them. Drink half, and you’ll fall in love with them. If you finish it, you’ll be tied to that person, well, until death do you part.”

I was fourteen, and he was twenty-four. I get it. He’s a lot older,

don’t want to stop. In fact, now that I know it’s him, I definitely want to keep going. To me, it’s a bonus that it’s him. Possibly the best thing ever. A dream come true.

“But I want to, and I think you do too. Come on, Jack. You already took my virginity. It’s done, and there’s no going back from that. Now fuck me till we both come.”

“I’m not a baby,”

“No, sweetheart, you’re not. But you’re still fucking young, and you’re not mine to be doing this with.”

“Tonight, I am. Let’s see how good you can give it to me,” I taunt.

Wren Fritz,

“I’ll cockblock you all night, sweetheart. Just try me.”

It’s true. That night has haunted me for over a year. It’s been harder to get over than almost anything. I’ve weathered storm after storm, heartache after heartache. But Wren Fritz finally managed to break me.

Everything sinks. My throat into my chest. My heart into my stomach. My stomach into my feet. Fuck. Fuck!

Four years later

HOW!!??? 4 years

but for two blissful years after our blowout in that bar, I didn’t see Jack. Then

His brown hair, shaved close on the sides and longer on top,

is pushed back from his brutally gorgeous face, showcasing his piercing blue eyes, straight nose, and sharp, stubble-lined jaw. His posture is casual with his foot propped up against the door and his hands tucked into the pockets of the lab coat he’s only wearing because he has new students, but his expression is hard and unrelenting.

“You’re the one who chose to go to medical school in Boston, Cinderella. Whether you like it or not, your last name is how people will know you.”

Cinderella.

how her hair is up in a tight bun on top of her head, showing off her long, graceful neck the way it was at the LA party, or how she has something on her eyelids that makes them shimmer ever so subtly, even with the harsh ER lights.

Again. God, she really is such a brat. I both love and hate that she just did that to me, and it worked.

My palm twitches with the desire to spank her beautiful ass red for that, and I clench it into a fist to shut it down.

“Fine. Whatever. It’s not as though you don’t already know you’re scary hot. Everyone knows it and treats you like the sun, too beautiful and painful to look at. It’s one of the things I hate most about you, actually. If you weren’t so gorgeous, I never would have had such a big crush on you growing up.”

“So I’m scary hot, and you had a crush on me?” She grins as she rocks up onto the balls of her feet. “Yep. But don’t go getting your thong in a twist. That crush died a long time ago, and then you smashed it dead at the LA party.”

Love their banter

“I like a lot of things. I like saying fuck off and calling you an asshole because it feels good, and right now, I think you’re too tired and apathetic to bother with punishing me for it. I like the fall and football and ridiculous shoes that pinch my toes. I like baking without a recipe and looking up vacations I want to take one day. I like my coffee the same color as your heart. Black.” She reaches around me, picks up my cup, and without blowing on it, takes a sip. “I just don’t like you.”

It’s a vibe. A tingle up your spine or goose bumps on your skin. It’s the promise of clothes-ripping, sweaty, great sex. It’s what I felt the first time I touched her at the party and every time I have since, and right now it’s fucking with me.

“If you tell me to fuck off again or call me an asshole in this hospital, I will, apathetic or not, make your next four weeks here hell. Now leave me the fuck alone and do your job so I don’t have to talk to you.”

Ass hat laughing

villain

“I should punish you for that. Any other student who dared to call me an asshole would be on scut for the rest of their medical school career. In fact, didn’t I say something similar to you the other morning?”

“Because I think we can both agree that the less we deal with each other, the better off we are. And I already know you don’t want me as your scut puppy.”

Wow their flirty banter so much tension

“If you were mine, Cinderella, I’d take you over my knee and spank your beautiful ass red for intentionally being a brat and disobeying me.”

‘Til death do us part?

Just one thing. That’s all I wanted. One thing that wasn’t a disappointment. One thing that was mine that no one could take from me. But that’s exactly what Wren has done. And if I didn’t hate her before, I sure as hell do now.

love their texting

I shouldn’t do this. I really, really, seriously, totally, completely shouldn’t do this. What the fuck am I doing?!

Wren: I like toys. I already told you that. Wren: I like control too. Me: That doesn’t surprise me, but I bet with the right guy you’d like being tied up and punished a little too. You’d want him to take that control from you, knowing the reward would be worth it. My body heats, and I clear my throat. Clear all that away. Wren: Are you trying to sext me?

Me: Unfortunately, beautiful girl, I’m starting to learn that the hard way. Good night, Wren.

The heat of his mouth rivals the heat of his body against mine, and with one small shift, I gasp again.

The worst, best part about this? I remember exactly how he kisses. It’s the same way he kissed me that night.

We’re undeniably enemies, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want her more than I’ve ever wanted any other woman.

We both jump back, but I only have a half second to take everything in before Wren shrieks bloody murder and dives over her… vibrators. And dildos. And lube.

“Sweetheart, the last thing I’m doing is judging. I’m too busy trying to decide if I want to tie you up and use them on you until you come so many times you pass out or sit back and watch you do it yourself.”

“Anything they can do, I can do better,” I say because I’m like a sex-crazed teen right now, and the woman I’ve been low-level obsessed or infatuated or whatever you want to call it with is giving my mind the ultimate tease.

Mouth drop

I’m sorry. Delete. I was going to tell you. Delete because that’s a goddamn lie. I don’t know how to leave you alone. I don’t know how to stop thinking about you. And part of me is becoming afraid I never will. You threatened me with that curse, but it’s become my reality. I bought the romance books you suggested and texted with you just to talk to you. Even when I knew I shouldn’t.

by the truth in them. It was one night. Not even a complete night. It was less than an hour of flirting and sharing that drink, but the imprint she left on me has been impossible to wipe away. I never felt this with Tilly, a woman I was with for two years, and whom I was set to marry.

“How am I not supposed to hate you more than I already do for this? You lied to me. You hid who you were.” “You want to hate me? Fine. Hate me. Just fucking fuck me already.”

All the air leaves my lungs. Not only does he pound me straight to the hilt,

To the HILT

I want to fuck your brains out, and that’s it.” He cups my face and gazes into my eyes in a way that makes my belly flutter. “Can you do that?” I stare down at him, trying to kill those damn butterflies dead. “I don’t know.” “Can you try?”

Chappell Roan’s “HOT TO GO!”

I moan, and when he pinches my nipple, I detonate, pressing his cock as deep as it can go on my clit and rocking back and forth as I come all over him. It feels incredible. So fucking amazing. But it’s not enough, and I slide him inside of me as I’m still coming and use my fingers to rub my clit to finish myself off.

Holy hell that was HOT