Sleeping with the Enemy (An Enemies to Lovers Collection)

I grabbed her and pulled her back up toward me. Covered her lips with mine and rolled her over onto her back. I leaned up on my arms, keeping eye contact with her and feeling her body wriggle beneath me as I moved between her legs. I dipped inside of her in a slow agonizingly pleasurable movement. She was so tight, warm, and soft. I heard her whimper and pull back a little as I filled her in. The movement nearly pushed me over the edge. But I noticed her eyes go wide with shock as she winced and moved her hips, pushing herself down. I felt something give way just before we became completely joined. Something niggled at the back of my mind but she moved her hips again and the thought disappeared as I begged her not to move as I got myself under control. I could feel her pulse around me until she groaned and thrust her hips upwards. I covered her mouth with mine as I drove us to staggering heights of pleasure, pumping fast inside of her.

Before I collapsed on Carla, I fell to the side and pulled her into my arms, cradling her naked body against mine. I gently kissed her soft head before we both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

CHAPTER 25

Carla

I yawned and stretched, then winced as I felt sore in places I shouldn’t be. My head was a little fuzzy but my headache was not that bad. I felt something heavy across my torso and my eyes moved down to find a long arm over me. My head turned on my pillow to see Damon gently snoring on the pillow next to me. I could feel the heat of his naked body, and instantly, mine started to react.

The previous night flooded back to me and I felt my cheeks burn as images of a night filled with passion with Damon played back. I couldn’t remember how many times we’d doze off only to wake up a little while later to enjoy each other all over again. I felt my cheeks heat even more remembering all we’d done.

Had I really just had my first one-night stand and first sexual encounter with Damon Winters? Parts of me that should really have no control over one’s mind wanted to snuggle up next to him and have him do all those wickedly pleasurable things to me again. But the logical side of me said, Run Carla run! Remember the last time you nearly ended up in bed with him? What a disaster it had been afterwards.

How could I forget! I gently lifted his arm and started to slide out of the bed. I planned to have a shower, wake him up, thank him for the evening, and then leave. Yes, that was the right thing to do. We had come a long way to becoming friends these last two days. Obviously, we’d gotten a lot closer than I’d initially thought.

I looked for my phone but couldn’t find it. I needed to know the time and Damon’s phone was on the other side of the bed. I did feel horrible about looking at it but I was not going to snoop. I was just going to look at the time. I pressed the button and saw it was still early enough to grab breakfast before I had to catch my plane. I’d changed my flight to an earlier one yesterday. I wanted to get back before Damon so I could surprise him with the land lease his family wanted.

As I turned away, two messages bleeped through one after the other. They were from Celeste. I knew I shouldn’t read them but I couldn’t help myself.

Hey sexy, thank you so much for yesterday.

I’ll be waiting for you today! xxx

Little shock waves zinged through me and it felt surreal. Like I was looking through someone else’s eyes as I stared down at the messages. I swallowed back the tears and pushed down the pain that ripped through my heart.

No, no, no! I balled my hands into fists at my side and let my nails dig into my palms. I did not feel anything for Damon Winters. He was nothing but a playboy that felt nothing about stringing women along and taking what he wanted from them. As I was about to turn away, another message bleeped. Once again, it was Celeste with another intimate message:

I’ve missed us! Followed by some kissing and heart emoji.

How dare he? I had a change of plan. I wasn’t going to be polite or bring him coffee or thank him for anything. I wrapped myself in a hotel robe and slippers as I quietly packed up my things. I contacted Garry on the phone in the small lounge area and arranged for another room to shower in. I checked around the room, tossing Damon’s clothes carelessly on a chair. When I was satisfied I’d not left anything, I let myself out of the room and met Garry in the passage.