Evil Enemy (Saint View Strip, #1)

by Elle Thorpe

“Eve! For fuck’s sake, shut up! I’m doing the best I can, but you’re up on a fucking chair, in your goddamn underwear, and I can barely think straight for how bad I want you right now. So take your foot off my balls already!”

“I meant you. You always make me feel better.”

“Let’s just say that while you have the ability to take away my headaches, you’re also the cause of some of them.”

“You like the idea of everyone knowing?” “Fuck, yes,” he growled. “I want everyone knowing you’re my girl.”