All Chapters of Enemy Outside (Unseen Enemy 2): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dean couldn’t believe how wet she was; how ready. He trembled with the need to stay in control, to go slow. He ran his tongue over her shoulders and throat and plunged his finger into her pussy with a steady rhythm. Her hips moved on his finger, riding it, and his cock gave a spasm when he thought how good it was going to feel to make love to her properly.She was moaning now, her eyes closed, her head thrown back on his strong shoulder. Gripping her in place, he thrust a second finger inside her, used his thumb to gently circle her clit.Emma let out a low cry. “Dean!”“Shhh, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Let go, Emma. I want you to come for me, angel. I want to feel it.”She was close, he knew. Her whole small body was tensing up, tighter and tighter, and her pussy muscles were pulling on his fingers. He sped up his plunges now, pressed on her taut bundle of nerves harder. She moved faster too, her movements wilder and more abandoned as her climax built inside her.Unable to wait

Jim turned from the counter, their coffees in his hands, and he looked across the busy room at Kat. As always, she was almost totally motionless and still. He’d never met anyone with the ability to remove herself so completely from a room that she was still physically in. Kat was an expert at disappearing and hiding in plain sight, and Jim had wondered more than once how she’d perfected that skill. And why.Jim knew that he was a suspicious bastard and that he saw enemies and dangers everywhere, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Kat was just… off. Like she wasn’t being totally straight with anybody, not even her friends. Like she put lots of thought into every single word she said; like she weighed and measured every syllable before uttering a peep. She was holding back, he truly believed, and Jim wanted to shake her up by just coming straight out and asking her what she was hiding. But as someone holding onto his own secrets and with things he preferred to

Chris nodded at a few of the staff members as he headed to the kitchen. He was pretty well-known at Jenny’s now, and he found he kind of liked that. The people here made a change from ex-Rangers and bikers; God knows his life was populated with plenty of them, and that was cool. But spending time with wait staff who knew every type of wine under the sun, and pastry chefs who could prepare delicate desserts from scratch, was an education in itself.He entered the bustling kitchen, looked around. There she was, and for a few seconds, he just watched her. In the kitchen, the woman was a force to be reckoned with, and he loved to see Jenny in her element. She was confident and in total control, and she ran her staff with more precision than some military operations Chris had been involved in. She looked calm and happy, totally centered and at ease. He wished she could look like that all the time.But the truth was that despite knowing Jenny for just over four months, and having been there

Olivia rubbed her eyes, feeling exhaustion start to creep up on her now. It had taken her a long time to fall asleep the night before, despite knowing that Dallas was just inside the front door on the sofa, and that he had alarms on all his windows. She just couldn’t shake the feeling of malicious eyes on her, and she had laid awake in the dark for hours, afraid to close her eyes. When she did finally fall asleep, she dreamed that she was in her bathtub again, unable to move. In her dream, the door burst open and a man with a knife stood there, grinning at her. She’d woken up with a start, wondering how Dallas would react if she crawled onto the sofa next to him. Would he take her in his arms and soothe her to sleep again? He was so hard to read sometimes, with those clear, hard blue eyes and crossed arms. He could be gentle and tender, but still… Liv thought that he may not want to blur the line between friend and sofa mate. Or, if she thought about it now, between friend and clien

On Monday morning, Olivia sat in the Solid Security offices, sipping a cup of coffee and feeling very impressed. Dallas had chosen to set up his business in a former factory, and the space was massive. High ceilings and lots of open-plan areas, several private offices and two conference rooms. There was even an interrogation space – quite forbidding in its starkness – with an observation room behind the two-way, bullet-proof glass.She looked up as Dallas entered his office now; two large men followed him and Liv blinked. They were scary as hell, no doubt about it, and they gazed at her coolly, looking her up and down. She was used to being assessed by strangers – usually by clothing designers and companies looking to book her – but this was a totally new experience. She was sure these men weren’t mentally sticking her in a bustier or bikini, trying to figure out if her breasts were big enough and her ass small enough. She got the feeling that they were seeing something totally differ