The Enemy by Amelia Shea

Author:Amelia Shea [Shea, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Fourth night in a row.

Her fingers dug into his bare chest, tracing the outline of his muscles. It was hard to concentrate on anything when he was kissing her. His tongue dipped between her lips, and she moaned softly, heaving her breasts against his chest and deepening the kiss.

His hand dipped between her legs and shifted to allow better access. Round Two.

The pads of his fingers slid over her clit, and she arched into his hand. “Two days is too long.” She moaned, dropping her mouth to his chest and licking his nipple. His finger curled against her nub, and her breathing labored.

She didn’t expect a response to her statement. If she’d learned anything from Kase, it was that he was stingy with his words unless he was barking orders. While his hand worked her core, his other reached into her locks, threading his fingers through her hair.

The sharp knock on her door had Phoebe bolting up from the bed and skittering away from Kase. She never got unexpected visitors. Well, except one. He grunted and shifted up on the bed.

She glanced back at Kase, who was reaching for his cigarettes. He didn’t seem even the least bit concerned about who might be at her door.

The loud knock got her attention again. “Who do you think it is?”

Kase sucked in a drag of his cigarette. “Only one way to find out.”

She leaned to the floor, grabbing her shirt and whipping it over her head. She flipped her hair from the collar and reached across the bed for her pants. She turned to Kase, who was staring at her with a smirk.

“What?”

“Your tits look fucking great without a bra.”

“Are you seriously talking about my tits while I have someone pounding on my door at eleven thirty at night?” She grabbed her jeans, yanking them off the bed and awkwardly trying to get them on without giving Kase a show. Asshole didn’t deserve one.

She jerked her head and glared at him. “It could be a serial killer at my door, and all you’re concerned with are my breasts.”

Kase chuckled, and his chest shook. “Psychos don’t knock.”

She raised her brows and smirked. “You do.”

He scowled. “You’re lucky I like your pussy.”

Phoebe widened her eyes and nodded. “Oh yeah, biggest honor of my life, asshole.” She gave him the finger and walked out the door.

The knocking intensified, and a few options passed through her mind. One of the members looking for Kase. She was pretty sure his sneak-overs hadn’t gone unnoticed by Saint or Rourke. She had caught the three men gathered in a group in the club’s yard before he came over.

She tiptoed to the door and slid the curtain. What the… She quickly flicked the lock and opened the door. Her heart raced. Something had to be wrong. She never showed up announced. It was completely out of character.

“Hey, you okay?”

Bailey drew in a breath and grinned. “I hope I’m not bothering you.” She held up a yellow folder. “I’ve got the information on the park, guidelines and suggestions.

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