Enemy Ex's Secret Baby

Axel Hitchins is my best friend’s brother,
the summer fling I never got over,
and, despite what I’ve let people think…my daughter’s real father.
Now, he’s also the man standing between me and the last park standing in a 10-mile radius.

And I’m not going to let him win.

He is as arrogant and money-oriented as he ever was,
and letting him get his way is not very high on my priority list.

Having hate sex with him, though?
That’s unexpectedly high…

I might not like him anymore, but I can’t deny that the spark is still there.
When my daughter’s paternity is suddenly in danger of being revealed,
I can’t help wondering…

Is it time to tell him the truth, or will I only be left to nurse new wounds?

Why did he have to walk into my home in the dark of night, looking
so goddamn sexy as he took care of my daughter and put her to bed? Why despite
every piece of me despising him and everything he stands for does my body light
up at the idea of him touching me? 

Why do I want Axel Hitchins so bad? 

Hatefuck is a term
I’ve always abhorred. I’ve never experienced the propulsion to throw myself at
someone because I despised them so much. 

Except with this man, because here I am, with my arms around Axel in
my living room, desperate to fuck the shit out of him. 

His hands slink down from my lower back, grabbing a handful of my
ass. His head tilts back, teeth bared, veins protruding in his neck.
“Goddammit.” 

I’m not wasting time trying to contemplate what’s happening. I kiss
him again harshly and let him catch up to me.  

Axel’s tongue coaxes my lips open until I feel like he might devour
me. Suddenly, he forces me back harshly against the wall. I gasp and almost
melt into his arms. 

“Why
do you have to stand there and piss me off, Gillian?” Axel whispers tensely and
then presses a line of kisses up my neck until his lips reach my ear. “Why
can’t you just back off and–

“You know I don’t back down from a challenge.” 

Is that a smile on his lips? “Yeah, I know.” 

I shake my head. “You’re not getting off so easily.” 

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

I let every care fade away–my daughter in the next room, my best
friend who has made Axel repeatedly off-limits to me, the fact it’s been years
since someone’s been inside me–and I go for what I want. 

I reach down between us and grab for his cock. He’s already hard
through his pants. 

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, shock and pleasure from my touch
colliding. 

I wrap my other hand around the back of his head. My fingers thread
through his dark hair. “I did this.” 

“Well, you did promise you’d make things hard for me.” 

I can’t help but laugh. “I said difficult, not hard.” 

Axel lifts his chin. Eyelids lazing low. Glimmering green.
Temptation. “Whatever, Gillian. You got your wish.” 

Was this my wish? From the second I saw Axel in the hospital, my
stomach filled with so much dread I felt nauseous. And yet every moment since
then, the tension has built and built, embers growing into a blazing fire. 

And now, here we are. 

Axel grabs my wrists and presses them up to the wall behind me. “Don’t look so fucking smug.” 

“Oooh,
tough guy,” I tease, swaying my hips side to side against his so that I can
feel his hardness through my jeans. God, I missed this.

He grabs both my wrists in one hand as the other slides into the top
of my jeans without warning. I don’t even have time to react before his fingers
curl in between my folds. I gasp, rising on my toes as if I can somehow escape
the pleasure I so desperately want. “You’re not the only one who can tease,
Gillian.” His fingers hook inside me.  

My mouth falls ajar. I can’t stand the man, but his touch has me
melting. I don’t know if I’m ready to feel good like that. It’s been so long.
“We can’t wake up Stella.” 

“Should
have thought about that before you kissed me.” Axel removes his hand from me.
I’m embarrassed that I miss his touch immediately. Then, he undoes the closure
on my jeans and rips them down to my knees.

“Now you,” I whisper.