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Sleeping with the Enemy We Are Enough
Tyson“No!” I immediately protested. “It is enough. It’s everything.”“What are you saying? I will not be treated as an afterthought. I’m not going to be the runner-up to whatever else is going on in your life. I cannot take being thrown to the side when something shinier grabs your attention. I’m done with it, Tyson. Absolutely over it.”Panic welled inside me at the thought of losing her for good. “That’s what I am telling you. You are not the runner-up. You are the only thing I want in this world.”She rolled her eyes. “Me and your business. I won’t be second fiddle to money.”“And you never will be. Not with me. Not ever again.”I got up and walked to the small table against the wall and picked up the stack of paperwork. I carried it back and handed it to her.“What’s this?” she asked.“Read it.” I watched her expression as she flipped through the contract her lawyer had presented me with. She was slowly shaking her head. “What is this? What does this mean?”“I signed the papers.
Sleeping with the Enemy Celebrating In Bed
MaeHe pushed open his bedroom door before using his foot to close it behind him. It seemed a little silly that he would want the door closed after what we had done in his kitchen. I wasn’t going to complain though. It was more intimate and made it more private, like we were the only two in the room.“Stay there,” he ordered as he deposited me on the bed. “Don’t move.”I nervously laughed. “Where would I go?”“I don’t know, but don’t.”He rushed to the huge windows and pushed a button. Blinds automatically closed, plunging the room into darkness. In the muted light, I watched him move, lighting a few candles and casting the room in a warm glow. He picked up a remote and pushed a button, and the room immediately filled with some sultry jazz music.“Wow,” I said, feeling the heat in the room rise. “You were prepared.”“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. It’s just never worked out that way. I get near you and I can’t control my need. I’m always worried it’s going to be our last time
Sleeping with the Enemy Keep Going
MaeMy hands stroked up and down his back, encouraging him to keep going. I opened my mouth wider before opening my legs and inviting him inside me. We were well practiced in the art of making love. His body glided inside mine. He settled inside me. Both of us released a long, contented sigh. He looked into my eyes, reaching up to brush back hair from my brow.“I will never get tired of this view,” he said.I smiled up at him. “Ditto.”“I want to be like this with you always. I always want to be inside you. I love to feel your body tightening around me. The little spasms that pull at me.”“I think it could be a little difficult for us to get anything done with you buried inside me.”He kissed me again. “I don’t care. I want you. I want you all the time.”“Me too,” I answered. My eyes slid closed as my body reacted to his words and the feeling of being filled by him.He began to move in slow, powerful thrusts. Once and then again. Shockwaves ripped through me. He must have felt them. H
Sleeping with the Enemy Mom Makes a Leap
TysonI jogged downstairs, checking the time on my watch. We were running late. I never realized how much extra time it took to get two women out the door on time. Well, one woman and one young lady. I walked into the kitchen to see if they were in there. They weren’t. I walked down the hall, popped my head into the living room, and discovered it was empty as well.“Mae!” I hollered. “Hayden!”“I’m in my room!” Hayden called back.I rolled my eyes. “We need to go!”Mae came out of the office we both shared. “We’re fine.”“Mae, you said I couldn’t let you be late. I’m trying to stick to that promise. Why does it take so long to get ready?”She frowned. “She’s thirteen. There are at least four wardrobe changes that have to happen and then there is hair and makeup.”“Makeup? What the hell is she doing wearing makeup?”Mae gave me a kiss on the cheek. “She wears very little makeup. She asked if it was okay and I said yes.”I felt like an overprotective father. Or an overprotective brother
Sleeping with the Enemy He's Sorry, Too
TysonMae bit her lower lip. We’d made no plans. There was a reception of sorts for the family, but Mae did not want to commit to stay. She was still on the fence about her mother’s recovery. She was more pragmatic than her younger sister.“I want to see Mom,” Hayden chimed in.Mae sighed with resignation. “We’ll stay, but I might wait outside.”“You can’t leave me alone,” Hayden hissed.“I’ll be here,” a male voice said.The three of us spun around to find Patrick standing directly behind us. “I didn’t think you were coming!” Mae exclaimed before throwing her arms around him. “I’m so glad you did.”“I thought I better,” he said, giving me a hard look.We had yet to speak. He did help move Hayden and Mae in, but we said no more than a few words to each other. Mae and Patrick were still trying to find a new normal for their relationship. I was doing my best to stay out of it and avoid making the matter worse.“Mom’s coming over,” Hayden hissed.Mae’s face paled. I immediately reached f
Sleeping with the Enemy Epilogue Part 1
MaeTwo months laterI looked around the bright kitchen and smiled. It was a cold winter day but that wasn’t stopping us from barbecuing out on the covered patio. There were several patio heaters set up to ward off the bulk of the chill, but we would be eating in the attached sunroom. Life was good. My mom was healthy and was going to be spending Christmas with us.Today’s barbecue was another celebration of her recovery. Five months sober was a big deal. I was trying to stay positive. She was different this time around. She was actually trying. She was getting intensive therapy, and instead of moving home alone, she moved into a house that would support her staying clean.It was made clear from the very beginning that neither I, nor Patrick would have her living with us. There was still way too much baggage for us to do that. It was too risky in my opinion. She needed to learn to stand on her own two feet without either of us propping her up.“How is school, dear?” my mom asked Hayde
Sleeping with the Enemy Epilogue Part 2
Mae“Mae Kendell, you drive me absolutely crazy. Crazy in love, crazy in all things. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I figure this is one way for me to have proper ownership over my company. Community property and all that.”I burst into laughter. “What exactly are you doing right now? If you are proposing, you suck at it.”He chuckled. “That’s not nice.”“You are being silly. Come on. Get up.”He shook his head, his smile fading as he got very serious. “I’m asking you to marry me. I love you. I love you with all my heart and never want to be apart from you. I know I tease you a lot and I know we are rarely serious, but I am about this. I am so serious. Will you please marry me?”I stared at him. I was taken by surprise. We had yet to discuss marriage. I truly thought we were going to be one of those couples that cohabitated for the rest of our lives without making it official. I was overjoyed to know he truly did want to marry me. “Yes,” I whispered
Sleeping with the Enemy Her Protector
MaeI dumped an ungodly amount of sugar into the strong black coffee that tasted and smelled like jet fuel. The restaurant my dear brother had picked for us to eat breakfast served the worst coffee on the planet. I should have remembered that fact before I took that first sip that nearly sent me into convulsions.“Do you want some coffee with your sugar?” Patrick asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm.“This is not coffee. This shit is nasty.”“You’re uppity with your coffee,” he replied, taking a sip of the muddy water. “It tastes fine.”Once I had doctored my coffee with enough cream and sugar to turn it a milky brown, I got down to business. “We need to up the game,” I said.He acted as if he didn’t hear me. I stared into his green eyes, which were just a shade darker than my own. He was my big brother and a lot of people commented on how much we looked alike. I supposed we did but he was painted with a darker hue. My fair blond hair compared to his darker shade. My fair skin and his o
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