Unexpected Heat: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  Knowing he wants me heightens my own arousal. My breathing changes and comes out fast. We stand staring at each other, eyes roving shamelessly over each other’s bodies.

  I want him to rip my clothes off me. As I watch, the bulge grows bigger until it forms a massive tent. My nipples are hard pebbles, and they push against my blouse. I’m desperate for release, for his touch. My panties are soaking wet.

  “Thanks for everything,” Brad finally says, his voice rough.

  “You’re welcome,” I reply automatically.

  “Okay,” he said, his gaze rising to my mouth.

  Everything stills in the next few seconds as we stare at each other. I’m the first to move. I rouse myself and dry my hands on my shorts. I shoot him a smile and leave the kitchen. I hear the flick of the switch as he turns off the kitchen and living room lights.

  I pause as Brad comes down the hallway. How do you say goodnight to your employer that you are so wet for? He comes and stops in front of me. The hallway is not wide, and we are close but not touching.

  “I had a nice evening, thank you,” I tell him, meaning every word. I can’t remember enjoying an evening as much as I did. He’s a wonderful company, and I hope we can do it often. He smiles, and my heart flutters. Clean manly smells surround him, and I long to lick his skin. Instead, I grip the doorknob.

  “I’m the one who should say thank you. You’re like an angel,” he says. “You’ve come into our lives, and everything has just fallen into place. Thank you, Mila.”

  His words touch me. I close the gap between us and plant a kiss on his cheek. His hands slip around my waist, and mine go to his neck, and we hug. I become aware of my breasts cushioned against his chest. His hands tighten their hold pulling me against him tighter.

  I feel it then. His stirring cock is on my belly. My legs weaken. My nipples instantly harden, and I make a slight movement so that they rub against his chest. A groan so soft escapes his mouth, and I’m not even sure I heard correctly. All I can think is how good it feels to be in his arms and how much I want him to fuck me.

  This is LA, and my normal inhibitions are off. My nipples ache to be touched. My pussy aches to be filled.

  I could slide my hand between us and touch his cock. Then he would understand how much I want him. My hand is stuck around his neck. I breathe on his neck. I can’t do it. As free as I feel to do anything, I can’t be that forward. I’ve never been a brave girl to start with.

  He has to take the lead, but once he does, I’ll gladly follow. Then he moves. His hands slide off my waist and rest on my hips. They are big and strong, and I almost purr with pleasure. My legs tremble with lust.

  Then he drops his hands and steps back. A deep purple vein streaks across his forehead. I drop my hands.

  “Sorry about that,” he says, and without looking at me, turns and strides to his room.

  ***

  It’s fifteen minutes later, and my pussy is still throbbing with need. I’m in bed with the lights off, trying to fall asleep. My mind is too alert to sleep. I reach for my phone and text Jessica.

  Me: Are you awake.

  Jessica: I am now.

  Me: Call me.

  Jessica. Give me a minute.

  The phone vibrates a minute later.

  “This had better be good,” she says, and I immediately feel guilty.

  It was thoughtless to ask her to call at almost midnight. She’s been busy all day running after her boys, and here I am, interrupting her much needed sleep.

  “Actually, no. We’ll talk tomorrow. Nothing urgent, it was just me being dramatic.”

  “Too late. Hey, it’s fine. I’m loving living vicariously through you.”

  I tell her everything that happened after dinner up to hugging for an indecently long time.

  “He wants you too,” Jessica declares.

  “So, what is stopping him? I’m ready and not exactly hiding it.”

  “You need to do more,” Jessica says. “Wear a skirt tomorrow and no panties.”

  “What? I can’t walk around naked,” I hiss.

  “Of course not. You’ll slip off the panties when Isaac goes to bed.”

  We talk a little longer and then say goodnight. My heart pounds as I think of Jessica’s plan. I’m not sure I’m that brazen. What if it doesn’t work, and I end up annoying him? I might lose my job. I don’t need the money, but being with them is filling a hole that was in my heart. I love Isaac too, and I enjoy his company. I fall asleep without deciding whether to go through with it or not.

  Chapter 7

  Brad

  I read Isaac a bedtime story, and by the time I’m finished, he’s snoring softly. I sit staring at him, taking in the wonder of having a son. He’s growing so quickly. I push strands of hair from his face. When I look at him like this, I don’t understand how Brenda could have just gone. She’s missed so much of his life now. How can she sleep at night? I push away thoughts of my ex-wife.

  I tuck the bedding around him, kiss his forehead, and pad out of the room. I go into a cabinet in the kitchen where I keep my toolbox. During dinner, Mila said something about a loose nut in her bed, and I promised her I would check it out. My heart pounds hard against my chest as I knock on her door. There’s no response, but I can hear the sound of the shower. I stand outside her door, wrought with indecision.

  I could be in and out before she’s done showering. I push the door open and enter tentatively. I pass the bathroom door, and immediately, an image of naked Mila springs to mind. I close my eyes as I visualize her soaping herself down, scrubbing between her legs…and I wish I’m the one doing it.

  I imagine the water spraying us as I part her legs and rinse her pussy. And then just to make sure it’s clean, I’d get to my knees and eat her pussy. Light, gentle strokes at first and then with the abandon of a man who has not been near a woman in years.

  Her sweet voice would scream my name, begging me not to stop. I’d slip my tongue into the heat of her pussy, fucking her with my tongue until she comes. She’d think it was over, but that would just be the beginning. I’d gently turn her around; run my hands over her gorgeous ass before pushing her lower.

  I’d feel her pussy with my finger, playing with her clit, and then when she’s ready, plunge my cock into her pussy. She’d scream as my cock fills her. It’s heaven. I fuck her in slow and leisurely thrusts.

  Harder!

  I don’t rush it. A beautiful body like Mila’s needs to be worshipped and enjoyed. I run my hands over her beautiful back, snake around to give some attention to her nipples, and then grip her waist as she starts trembling.

  The shower goes off, jolting me back to the present. I look down. I’m rigid. I try to arrange my cock to hide the effects of my fantasy. My hands are shaking as I pull down the bedding and mattress. I lie down on the floor and begin tightening the nuts and bolts that hold the bed together. The bathroom door opens, and I see her between the gaps of the bed rails.

  She sees me immediately. “Hi.” She’s wrapped a white towel around her. There’s too much soft skin showing.

  “I’ll continue when you finish dressing,” I tell her and move to get up. My cock is beginning to harden.

  “Please don’t get up. I’ll just turn away,” she says.

  “Okay.”

  I tighten the last of the nuts. Mila turns away from me, and with another towel, dries her hair. The skin on her shoulders is so creamy and kissable. My gaze drops to her curvaceous figure, and I almost let out a groan. The towel comes up to her thighs. I feel like a perv. I need to get out of her room pronto before I break my own rules. She’s still drying her hair as I stand up. She doesn’t turn around.

  “I’m finished,” I tell her. “There won’t be any more creaking noises.”

  “Thanks.” She still doesn’t turn around. She continues rubbing her hair vigorously.

  Then I say the stupidest thing. “Do you need some help with that?”

  There’s a slight pause. “Yes.”

/>   I get to her in record time and take the towel from her. Her blonde streaks darken when they are wet. I’m barely breathing as I gently rub the towel around her scalp. She smells of flowers and cleanliness, and I want to lick every spot on her skin.

  “It’s dry,” I tell her five minutes later.

  “Thanks,” she says and turns around. Her blue eyes are fixed on me. “I’ll just dry my feet now, and I’m done.”

  “I can do that too,” I say.

  She nods and gives me a small unsure smile. I drop to the floor and wipe her feet. She parts her legs as I keep rising.

  “May I dry the rest of you?” We’re playing a dangerous game, but nothing can stop me now. My cock is rock hard and throbbing painfully.

  Mila nods, and I stand and unhook her towel where it’s fastened at the top of her chest. I do it slowly, giving her time to say no. I can barely breathe as I pull the towel open to reveal her tits. I almost creamed myself at the sight of her enlarged nipples.

  I need to taste them. A drop of water snakes its way from her neck down her cleavage. I lean forward and lick it off, my tongue lingering in her cleavage.

  “Please,” Mila gasps.

  My resistance breaks. I drag my tongue over her nipples. She tastes so good. I circle her tits and take each nipple into my mouth, teasing and tasting before moving to the other one. I need more. While still cupping her tits, I go on my knees and plant soft kisses on her navel.

  Scents of arousal surround her, and I bury my head in her pussy to inhale it. She parts her legs. I don’t need another invitation. I look up at her pussy. Pink, tender, and gushing juices. I press my hands against her inner thighs, forcing her legs to part further.

  A warning goes off in my head. She’s my employee. I’m crossing a line. I push it away to the back of my mind. I don’t care. All I can think of is how soft and sweet Mila is.

  I glide my tongue over her pussy, and she sucks in a breath. I flick my tongue back and forth on her clit. It swells with every lap of my tongue. Mila’s hands grab my head as if to keep me imprisoned between her legs. That is one prison that I’d happily stay in.

  I munch her pussy like I haven’t eaten in days. Sweet moans of pleasure fill the room, and I want to hear more of them. She fists a handful of my hair.

  “Your pussy tastes so good,” I tell her.

  Her legs tremble, and I can feel her buckling. I give her pussy one last long lick and get to my feet. I pick her up easily; I intend to carry her to the bed. Then she wraps her legs around me and kisses me. I moan into her mouth. I need to get my clothes off.

  But I can’t stop kissing her.

  “I want to see you,” she says as I kiss her neck.

  “You want to see my cock?” I growl. I need her to say the words.

  She exhales. “Yes. I want to see your cock.”

  I kiss her, nibbling on her lower lip before I’m finally able to lay her on the bed. Our eyes lock on each other as I remove my clothes as fast as I can. The T-shirt is the first to go, then my belt, and then my boots and socks. Mila breaks the stare and lowers her gaze to the tent in front of my pants.

  I pull down my boxer briefs and stand there butt naked for her to have her fill.

  “Come,” she whispers and sits up. “It’s my turn now.”

  I want to protest, but she stops me by kissing me on my mouth and gently guiding me to the bed. I lay on my back as Mila licks and trails kisses as she goes down my body. I close my eyes as a tentative hand touches the tip of my cock.

  She clears her throat. “I never thought it was this big,” she says in an awed voice.

  I chuckle. That makes me feel good. My nerves are on edge as I wait to see what she intends to do next. She wraps one hand around it. My cock grows even harder under her touch. I groan as she runs her tongue across the head, licking off the precum gathered there.

  This is sweet torture, I think, as she takes her time, softly licking, touching. Then she draws my cock into her mouth a little at a time, and I feel like I’m in heaven. I fortify myself by counting backward from ten under my breath, so as not to come.

  She tries to take all of my cock into her mouth, but that’s impossible. I pump softly into her mouth. The pleasure is intense and growing, and I’m not sure I can control myself. Mila’s fingernails dig into my thighs as she bobs up and down on my cock.

  I grip her shoulders in an effort to regain control. Her mouth leaves my cock, and she slides up my body. She looks so beautiful on top of me, with her gorgeous blonde curls framing her face.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her and run my hands on her thighs. “I want to fuck you so badly.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” she says.

  Hearing those words makes me want to explode. She reaches into the side drawer and takes out a packet. My eyes widen when I see that it is a condom. It makes me happy to know that she had planned for this, that I’m not taking advantage of her.

  I’m vibrating with lust as I watch her. “Do you want me to do it?”

  She nods. I take it and slip it on as she watches. It’s hot. I lie back down and watch her as I touch her thighs. It takes all my self-control to keep still as she poises her pussy above my cock. Painstakingly slow, she rubs her wet pussy over my cock, and I let out deep growls.

  “Mila,” I beg.

  She looks at me, her eyes wild with passion. I watch as the head of my cock disappears into her pussy. She’s so fucking tight. She lowers herself further into my cock, and I fist my hands, resisting the urge to grab her hips and slam my cock into her pussy.

  “You’re so tight, babe,” I tell her, the endearment easily slipping out of my mouth.

  “Fuck. You’re so big,” she whimpers.

  She slowly stretches to accommodate my huge cock. She’s so tight I’m not sure how long I can hold out. After what seems like forever, my cock is buried to the hilt in her pussy. I feel her soft skin pressing into my course hairs.

  I can’t stay still any longer. I start thrusting upward softly while holding her thighs in place. I feast my eyes on her tits as they bounce up and down. I cannot believe that my cock is inside Mila’s pussy. I’ve wanted her every minute of every day since I first met her.

  The reality is better than my fantasies.

  “How does that feel, babe?” I ask her as she places her hands on my chest.

  “Good.”

  “Just good?”

  Her mouth is open as she moans. “I’ve never felt like this,” she moans.

  I haven’t either. I’ve never had a pussy that could milk my cock as Mila’s did.

  “Don’t stop.”

  I can’t stop even if my life depends on it. She meets each of my thrusts and throws her head back and arches her back. She looks so hot with her head thrown back.

  “Brad, I’m going to come,” she cries.

  Her breathing changes and her moans deepen.

  “Come, babe. I want to feel you come.”

  Her pussy clenches tight against my cock. She trembles, and her legs clamp around my legs. Convulsions envelop her body, driving me to my own release. I spurt hot seed into the condom, all the while, saying her name over and over again.

  Chapter 8

  Mila

  He’s gone when I wake up, and I fumble around for my cell phone to check the time. Seven-thirty. I sag with relief. I’m not late. Isaac wakes up at eight. He has his breakfast and at eight-thirty, he and his dad leave the house. My pussy is sore, and I smile as the memories of the previous night come to me.

  It was better than any of my fantasies. Babe. That’s what Brad had called me over and over again. I know it was an in-the-moment endearment, but I liked it. My insides tighten as I recall the feeling of his huge cock filling me up completely. We fucked at least three times in the night before finally collapsing from exhaustion.

  I stretch and throw off the covers, quickly make the bed, and head on to the shower. I emerge minutes later, quickly dress, and go to the kitchen. Delicious smells
permeate the hallway, and my stomach growls. I seem to walk on air, crossing the living room, dining room, and then the kitchen.

  “Morning, beautiful,” Brad says.

  He’s already dressed for work in a pair of chino pants and a white shirt that brings out his charcoal black hair. He smiles and my heart does somersaults. The table is already set for breakfast.

  I feel a little shy. “Good morning.”

  “Coffee is ready, pancakes are ready as well as Isaac’s milk, with…” he looks at his watch. “Five minutes to spare.”

  I giggle.

  He comes to me and slips his hands around my waist. An electric current sizzles through me at his nearness. He smells so manly with a faint fragrance of spicy cologne.

  “I had a great night, Mila,” he says, and then lowers his head, and our lips meet. He nibbles my lower lip and then brushes his lips along my neck. A sigh of pleasure escapes my mouth.

  I love the feel of his mouth on my skin and his hands on me. I love a lot of things about Brad.

  “I can’t wait for this evening. I want to fuck you again, Mila, may I?”

  My legs tremble at his words. My body heats up, responding to his words and the kisses on my neck and collarbone. “Yes.”

  His hand snakes between us and cups my pussy through my light shorts. My legs weaken.

  “I can still taste your pussy in my mouth,” Brad says.

  His big hands cup my buttocks, and I gasp as he pulls me hard against him. I am just a few inches shorter than Brad. His cock pushes against my pussy, and I grind myself. Brad finds my lips, and we kiss, my hands running through his hair.

  He breaks the kiss. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Me either,” I tell him, all my shyness gone. I’ve never been so hot for a man.

  He takes my hand and places it on his cock. I did not imagine the size of his cock last night. It’s huge. My pussy quivers with need.

  “I want you.”

  “Tonight,” he says and plants a kiss on my lips.

  “Isaac,” I say suddenly. I’m ashamed that I had completely forgotten that Brad needs to wake him up and get him ready for school.