An enemies-to-lovers, small town romance
(Fr)Enemies to lovers
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I’ve had a fifteen-year-plan since high school—get a degree in hospitality, learn the ropes working for a big hotel, before opening my own bed and breakfast.
Eli Hastings isn’t part of that plan. The sexy-as-sin contractor I hired to renovate my bed and breakfast is the kind of man I’ve learned to stay away from.
I can’t stand him most of the time, especially when he’s interfering in my dreams like a know-it-all. That doesn’t mean I don’t imagine what it would feel like to have him pressed against me, but those fantasies are my best kept secret.
I try to hate him, but one kiss is enough to give in to my desires. Eli challenges me to live outside of my box, until one major deviation in my plan is too big to ignore. I refuse for anything to stand in the way of my dream, even if it causes me to break my own heart.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” I whisper.
One side of her lips tilts in what has to be the sexiest smile, and her hand moves between us, landing on my cock. It twitches under her touch, my jeans not hiding the effect she has on me.
“Show me,” Averly challenges with a gentle squeeze, and my lips are back on hers, claiming her, possessing her, making her moan.
“Is this the alcohol talking?” I lean my head away from her and look into her eyes. The last thing I need is for her to wake up tomorrow in one of her moods and blame me for this.
“I’m going to need that in writing,” I tease.
“You’re ruining this,” she deadpans.
“Nah, I’m about to make it much better,” I promise.
I move into her again, giving her one last, passionate kiss, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and tugging before I take a step back. Averly moans, and her eyes remain closed even after I’ve moved away from her.
When she blinks her eyes open, she stares at me with fire burning in her brown orbs. “Goodness, you’re a better kisser than I remembered.”
“Let’s go.” I grab her hand, leading her up to my house. If she’s remembering the kiss from last week, she’s going to remember the pleasure I’m about to give her for months to come. I’ll make damn sure of it.
©Fabiola Francisco, unedited & subject to change