Can’t Get Over You: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance
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“I don’t like that one,” she told me decisively. “I want another one.”
I heard a chuckle behind me but I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Belle.
“Of course,” I told her. “Let’s find you one you prefer.”
We made our way back to the aisle and I glanced covertly at my watch. Something told me that I was not going to have a chance to go home between shifts. I’d have to go right from the store to the bar that night.
Nothing new there, I thought grimly. Just another day in the life of the bottom 99%.
* * *
It was almost three a.m. when I stumbled into my three storey walk-up downtown. My legs felt like rubber and when I finally unlocked both deadbolts and fell inside the apartment, I collapsed onto the worn futon I used as a couch in a heap.
The night had been unusually busy and Belle had stopped by as promised but she had caused me more grief than companionship, thanks to the pre-drinks she’d had at karaoke.
In between me running out drink orders and tending bar, I was forced to listen to Belle gripe about everything from her parents to our work. She even managed to throw some shade on her current boyfriend and by last call, I was sure that my exhaustion was more emotional than it was physical.
I didn’t have a lot in common with Belle after all. She still lived at home, worked at the store for extra cash but her parents paid for everything. She had a boyfriend. She had everything I could probably have ever wanted in the world and yet she still complained. It made my head hurt.
Note to self: next time Belle offers to come by, make up an excuse to keep her away.
I closed my eyes without effort, the lids magnetized to one another in my fatigue. Blissfully, I didn’t work until noon the following day so at least I’d be permitted some sleep to recoup some of my energy.
But instead of the warm cloak of slumber encasing me, the man from Vegas popped into my mind with blinding clarity.
From behind my closed lids, I could make out every feature of his devastatingly handsome face, the glimmer of his sea-colored eyes, the upturn of his nose. There was something hauntingly familiar about that fine jaw and broad forehead but nothing I could glean in my exhausted state.
He’s probably a movie star or musician, I realized and humiliation crept through me at the realization that I was having some childish fantasy that I had mixed into reality. But even with the embarrassment, I couldn’t deny the surge of heat which pulsated through me and I shifted slightly, my eyes still closed but so I lay on my back. I hadn’t even bothered to kick off my shoes but that seemed decidedly less important than addressing the warmth between my legs.
Flashes danced through my mind. The taste of champagne on moist lips intertwined with the scent of musky aftershave flooded me and my fingers rubbed on the outside of my panties. A tooth found my lower lip, my forearm tensing as more memories sifted through the holes of that trip.
Me on my knees inside a gorgeous hotel suite, surrounded by marble and modern furniture. His hands entwined in my hair, rocking me slowly against him as I took him fully into the back of my throat. He was bigger than any man I’d ever been with and I was thinking about how he’d feel inside me.
The thought drenched me both in the reality of my apartment and the fantasy of that hotel suite I must have concocted in my mind.
I moaned softly, feeling the slickness of my center. Two digits moved evenly against my opening and I begged myself to recall more about him but I was too caught up in my current pleasure to search for details too deeply.
Harder my fingertips worked, slipping and sliding over my throbbing nub and when I plunged myself inside myself, I was ready to release.
With a shuddering sigh, I spilled over my own hand but even as I lay quivering in the aftermath of my orgasm, I did not open my eyes. How could I? I could still see his gorgeous face staring back at me. Reality or not, it was the one good thing I’d experienced all day and I wasn’t letting it go for anything.
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Acknowledgments
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About the Author
Nicole Casey is a Contemporary Romance Author born and based in The City of Angels. She writes steamy contemporary romance with a happily ever after.
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