Enemy's Secret - Ashlee Price Page 0,5

each breast and enjoy them through her tight work shirt. She'd groan.

And now I have her in my arms, carrying her over to the podium. Pressing her into it, our lips twisting together. Fuck it's good. So fucking good.

Her skin is just as silky as I remember. Her lips move on mine with abandon, following my lead. She tastes like victory and strawberries. Fuck yeah.

Her work shirt undoes easily and underneath is a black dominatrix style X-bra. Our eyes meet. Hers are mocking, still sneering.

"Fuck you," she says.

I slam my lips to hers again, press myself into her. Pulling away, enjoying the want battling the hate on her face, I say, "Fuck you."

And then we do.

Lips re-meet, fingers rip at each other, shedding the layers between us. Her skin is creamy, pale, soft, glorious. It's all so fast and hot that I hardly notice until my cock slips inside her.

Everything slackens. Fucking. Yeah. Just there. Just now.

She's wet and responsive as fuck and clasping on me. I don't even need to move, it's so good. It. This. Us. Her. Yeah.

Fucking Kyra Masterson.

And then, suddenly, I can't take it anymore. Just being inside of her isn't enough for me.

I slam into her again, enjoying how her face crumples. Another slam, and she groans.

I grunt. It feels fucking amazing.

In and out. Deep and deeper. More. More. More.

My arms around her, I kiss her hard and good.

I turn her around, press her into the podium, ram her so good and hard it starts shaking. Her groans echo through the room.

"That's it," I growl.

Half-gasping, she snarls, "I still hate you, you know."

I laugh. "Good."

And then I ram her for all I'm worth. Let her hate me. I'll still have her screaming my name by the time this is over.

"Yes, yes!" she's groaning, shaking all over.

"I want to hear it," I rasp into her ear as I drill her. "Say my name."

"Fuck you," she groans.

I pause. Her pussy clasps onto my cock desperately.

She groans. "Landon!"

"That's it." I start up again, and her moaning gets louder. "What's that, baby?"

"Landon!" she shrills, as she comes.

I don't stop now, though. I ride out her orgasm, fucking her so hard that she sinks down and I have to hold her upright with my arms. Fuck is it hot. When I feel her shaking again with another orgasm, I let loose, spilling into her.

She's still wet. It's wet everywhere. I'm -

My eyes snap open.

In the shower. Right.

As pleasure spills out of me, I frown. That little fantasy went on for far longer than normal or even necessary. Normally, a few minutes with a good porno and I'm all set. Why the fucking novel about fucking Kyra?

I wash myself off, turn off the shower, then step out. It doesn't matter, at any rate. It's done. My head is clear. I'm free of her.

I've barely sat down to eat when my intercom buzzes.

"Helloooo, rooooom serrrrrvice," a put-on nasally voice I still recognize says.

"Fuck off, Nolan," I say, hanging up. I press the button to let him in.

When he comes up, though, I see that he's not alone.

"Were there plans I missed?" I ask my brothers.

"Not exactly," Greyson says. He looks about as happy to be here as I'm feeling. "Just thought a little brother talk was in order."

"At CANOE," Emerson chimes in. "Drinks on me?"

That's our baby brother, always trying to play peacekeeper.

"Come onnn," Nolan whines when I don't respond. "We haven't had one of these in weeks. Besides, shit is hitting the fan."

Always one for the eloquently upbeat quips, my twin.

"Fine," I agree. "But we aren't staying up half the night like last time."

"We didn't stay up half the night," Nolan argues. "We were in bed at like, 4:00 AM."

I roll my eyes. "You're right - that's closer to all night."

"Besides, Greyson's a dad now," Emerson chimes in.

Greyson rubs his eyes. "Don't remind me. We just got Dakota used to a decent sleep schedule last week and I'm praying that he actually sticks to it."

"Don't pretend you don't love it." Nolan makes a face. "I mean, if it were me it really would be a living hell, this whole one woman and baby thing. But I saw you on your wedding day."

"Fuck off." Greyson scowls, but I can see he's trying not to smile.

Yep, he's crazy about that woman and kid. Anyone with eyes can see it.

"Enough wife and baby talk," I cut in. "We going out or not?"

"We're going." Nolan's already heading to the door. "Emerson had me at 'drinks