All Chapters of Empire State Enemies: An Enemies-to-Lovers Billionaire Roman: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

My hand roams up her thigh, hitching her leg over my hip. I grip her hips tightly as I press my hard length against her.Fuck. I need to feel her skin against mine, to hear her heart pounding against my chest. I’ve been craving this since she ran out on me that first night at the hotel.I have to have her. Right fucking now. I have to see those kaleidoscope eyes roll back in pleasure and hear my name spill from those plump, kissable lips as I bury my big angry cock punishingly inside of her.Take it easy, man. Don’t scare the girl.I pull back just enough to get a good look at her. Lips all puffy and swollen, thanks to me.I try to speak, but all that comes out is a hoarse “Lexi.”“Fuck me,” she groans. “I need you inside me. Now.” She looks up at me, her eyes burning with raw need. There’s nothing sexier than a woman looking at me like she can’t fucking live without me.“I’ll give you everything you need, baby,” I murmur as I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, her body

And you know what? The world didn’t end. Here I am, still standing, breathing, and surprisingly not in handcuffs. He’s not dialing 9-1-1 on me.Connor rejecting me so brutally after fucking me puts us on equal ground in my book. He doesn’t have power over me anymore. I’m not going to jump or tense up every time he enters the room.Grace tippy-toed around me post-meltdown, brewing tea and tidying up like she’s auditioning for the role of the next Florence Nightingale.This weekend marked a rare moment of vulnerability in front of Mom and Grace, a scene not witnessed since Dad’s passing. Both of them looked seriously freaked. You’d think they caught me shifting into werewolf form. They love to poke fun at my usual hard shell. Grace is the softie.I mumbled something about work stress, and off we went on a merry-go-round of advice—new job prospects, the magical healing powers of yoga, kombucha, and whatever the hell pressure point tapping is.And I’m sure as hell not going to cry anymore

When I finally catch his arm, forcing him to face me, he looks like he’s ready to breathe fire. “Just go back to Willow.”I scowl right back, hands on hips. “You don’t have to be a raging jerk just because you’re in a pissy mood. What the hell is your problem?”His eyes narrow dangerously. “You’re pushing it. I did their bullshit interview. I’m done.”“You just made things worse back there!” I shoot back, exasperated.He rubs the bridge of his nose, eyes shut tight like I’m giving him a headache.I stare at him in disbelief. “What is going on with you? I know you can be a jerk, but this is extreme.”For a moment his mask slips, a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. But then the walls slam down again.Hearing footsteps coming, I grab him on impulse and shove him into the supply closet.He slams back into the shelves, sending bottles rattling around us. Considering his Viking-esque stature, it’s no small feat, but I guess the element of surprise was on my side.He looms over me, disbe

TWENTY-EIGHTLexiTonight, I’m in dire need of some liquid courage and a hottie on my arm. I’ve said yes to Kayla’s double-date plan for an immersive cinema experience with her beau, Justin, and Brad—the guy I previously grabbed a couple of drinks with.It’s a hell of a lot better than brooding at home about Connor’s crap—how he screwed me over, not once but twice. I’m done renting him space in my mind free of charge. It’s been a few days since that interview went south, and thankfully, there’s been zero reason for us to cross paths—fine by me. I did the professional thing and smoothed it over with Willow after he stormed off—probably to sulk or put his fist through something. Who knows with that guy.And if he thinks a lame “I’m sorry” text is going to fix things, he’s sorely mistaken.Brad slings his muscular arm around me as we weave our way to the immersive theater, laughing like idiots. He’s a doctor, and you don’t get much sexier than that. The guy’s straight out of a prime-tim

WHOA there. I try not to choke on my drink as he talks about floggers and safe words.I eye him. “So which one are you right now? Naughty or nice?”Tipsy me can’t tell if I’m intrigued or totally bewildered by this proposed power dynamic. But I’m not completely turned off either.He gazes back at me through hooded eyes. “I’m definitely being very naughty right now, Daddy.” He seems dangerously turned on just saying that. Oh boy.I shift on the plush velvet, skin flushing. “Then I guess you need to be punished? For misbehaving?” I manage to get out.Brad grins in satisfaction and begins to remove his pants. Down come his briefs. He’s hard already. A second dick for me to see in the space of a few days. Lucky me. It may not be as impressive as Connor’s, but it’ll do the job just fine.Brad gets on all fours, shaking with anticipation as if he’s about to present me with the holy grail of asses.And here I go, diving into this kinky rabbit hole.God, am I really doing this?I stand and aw