Undeniably Enemies (Boston's Irresistible Billionaires #5)

by J. Saman

Trauma sucks. It just does. It comes in waves and starts and stops, and just when you think you’re fine and you’ve got your shit together, an asshole comes along and says hold my beer.

Sad remembering what happened to her

“Do you want to talk about it with me?”

“What happened in there?”

“He loved me. Or made it seem that way.

And I liked how Jack never treated me with kid gloves. He gave it back to me just as good as I gave it to him, and though nothing will ever happen between us again, I don’t want that look of pity from him.

“Are you ever not a pain in the ass?” “With you? No. Lucky for us it’s my last day here so you won’t have to deal with me being a pain in your ass for several months since interns don’t start until July.”

“Lucky for me.”

“Let me go.”

“Oh, Cinderella, I think we both know that’s impossible.” He presses against me and kisses me again. “I’ve tried to let you go so many times, but I can’t. I’m done with this bullshit. I’m done pretending I don’t want you every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I can’t let you go. Now let me take you home. Let me take care of you.”

“No, I didn’t know, and the fact that you not only haven’t killed each other yet, but you’re taking her home, makes me not only believe unicorns could be real, but that there can be peace for all in this world.” Jack rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “You guys all set? I didn’t exactly get a chance to sign out my patients.”

“And what if I don’t want any of that?”

“You do, so let’s not waste six hours with the back and forth, pretending you don’t want something you do bullshit. You can fight me all you want, but this is happening, Wren, and I know you know that.”

but I think I could use some of his particular brand of rough right now.

catch his grin in the reflection of the mirror when he moves in behind me. Much the way he did before, he undoes the elastic from my hair, letting my long tresses tumble only for his hands to catch them. He massages my scalp, and my eyes close, and my body falls back into his.

“Do you trust me, Wren?” he asks, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Do you trust that I care about you so fucking much and that I’d never ever hurt you?”

“You need to trust me, Wren. Because I want to do something with you. Something I think will scare and likely upset you. We’ll do it together. And if we do it right, I believe it will help.”

“I’m going to push your limits, baby. But it’s just us and it’s me and you know, you fucking know, I’d never hurt you in a million years. Not intentionally and never physically. You know this, right?”

“You have a safe

word, Wren. What is it?” “Chocolate.”

“Jack!”

“I’m here, Wren. I’m just holding your wrists. You feel it? It’s just my hand, and you know I won’t hurt you. Look in my eyes, sweetheart. You can do this with me. We can fight this together. Remember you have a safe word.”

Calm yourself down and find me under the panic. Don’t let it take over.”

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl, Wren. So strong and brave. Unlike anyone I’ve ever met. I’m going to flip you around now.”

“You’ve been through an unspeakable trauma, and you fought. You’re still fighting, and I see that. I think you’re incredible for it, and I’m in awe of you. But no and stop didn’t work for you before, did they?”

want you to have your life back and I don’t want you to panic when we’re together.

You are so strong, Wren. There isn’t anything you can’t conquer. We changed your narrative and gave you back your control. It’s something we’ll keep working on together if you’ll let me because we both know it’s not a one-and-done fix.”

“You need to leave.”

“Please, Jack. You need to leave because if you don’t, I’m going to fall in love with you. I’ve been fighting it, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. And it won’t be the kind of love I felt before. It won’t be the adolescent kind. It will be the full-grown woman kind of love, and I… I won’t come back from that. Not again. It was nearly impossible the first time. So please, before that happens, you have to go.”

“It’s already too late for me. Wren, I love you. I do. I’ve loved you for…” He trails off with a half-chuckle. “Fuck, I think I’ve loved you since that night at the party. I loved you even when I shouldn’t have. Even when I swore I hated you. It’s a love I haven’t come back from, and I know I never will. It’s a love that no longer gives a fuck about anything but you.” With that, he slides inside of me and holds himself still.

A lightheaded, euphoric swell rises within me. Something white-hot and delicious that curls low in my belly and promises something explosive.

He kisses over my pulse and hums in satisfaction. “Mine,” he whispers against my skin.

“You want to see clingy, baby? I’ll make you fucking desperate.”

“I’ve got you.”

“Love you, my beautiful Wren. My perfect Cinderella. The prize I never thought I’d win.” His eyes find mine. “Not in a million years did I think you’d be mine.”

“Fucking brat.”

“It’s not just this, you know.”

“Is this all my cum still inside of you?” I start to fuck it back into her, not wanting any of it to drip out.

“Are you forgetting my arsenal of BOBs?”

“They don’t fuck you like I do.” I crook a finger at her, and she angles up. Just as she gets close, I push inside of her with a hard, pounding thrust. “Fuck. Jack!”

“Take a look and spin around on my dick so I can fuck you from behind while we both watch. I won’t put any weight on your back. I promise.”

“You’ll see me the entire time, Wren. No fear, baby, only pleasure. I won’t hurt you. Not ever.” I reach out, wrap my hand in her hair and

Those blue eyes. That stunning face. My girl. She’s all mine now.

Such a good girl, Wren. You’re such.” Thrust. “A.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust. “Girl.” Thrust.

“Stay in love with me, okay? Don’t get scared and rethink this.” “What happens when you remember you don’t like me?”

“I always liked you. Even when I told myself I didn’t. You’re a pain in the ass, but I think that’s one of the things I like most about you. And not just because I get to punish you for it.”

“Your heart is my end piece. My checkmate. The place I’d like to start calling home if you’d let me.” “Wanna spend the weekend with me?” I chuckle. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Your heart is my end piece. My checkmate. The place I’d like to start calling home if you’d let me.

Wren. Seriously, I don’t. I love you for you. Fucking brat that you are. I know it’s only been a couple of days and you like our secret, but I don’t. I

“I’ll punish you for that later. I want babies with you, Wren Fritz. Lots of them. Just not today. Not until you’re ready for them.”

I’m thirty-five. I’m ready. But I guess that’s what happens when you date a woman ten years younger than you. You have to learn patience and the fun of sneaking around.