Page 102 of Falling for the Enemy

“I fucking hate you.” She was twitching like a deranged lunatic.

He positioned himself over her, his breathing ragged, his eyes fever-bright and full of that infuriating male satisfaction. “Now, kiss me and taste yourself.”

She didn’t hesitate. Taking his mouth in a hard kiss, she reached for his engorged cock, desperate to get him inside of her. They fumbled, as he kicked off his shoes.

“No, I want you on top. Ride me.”

She crawled onto his lap, aligning their bodies, then her phone chimed. “Shit. Someone’s here.”

“What?”

She stretched for her phone. “That’s my camera.”

“Ignore it.”

“Let me just see who it is.”

He sat back, pulsing erection straining between them.

“It’s probably just a deliver—fuck!” She sprang off the couch and tied her robe.

“What’s wrong? Who is it?”

“It’s Wren. She has a key. Hide!”

He stood. “Why would I hide? She knows about us.”

Oh, right. “Well, help me hide the shower stuff! And put away your dick!”

“I was trying to. Can’t you tell her to come back later?”

“Have you met Wren?” She threw an afghan over the wrapping paper supplies and tried to make a pillow fort around the jars for the centerpieces. “There’s too much!”

The doorbell rang, and Wren let herself in. “Joce?”

“I’m naked!”

“Huh?”

Soren shot her a WTF look.

She pointed at his dick, which was still outside of his pants and hissed, “Put that away.”

“Jocelyn?” Wren called.

“I’m naked,” she said quickly. “Don’t look in the living room!”

“Why are you naked?”

“I’m not alone.”

“Oh,” she said quickly, then, “Ohhh…”

“Just…don’t look. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

“Okay, I’m walking by now.” Wren slowly waddled past the doorway, her hands framed around her eyes like horse blinders. “I’m in the kitchen.”

Jocelyn let out a breath. “I’ll be right there.”