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Archer glances around as if we wouldn't see if anyone came our way in the long hallway leading to my desk. Then he leans closer. "Do you want to… do something?"
Do something? I lift my eyebrow. "Are you asking me on a date?"
"Yes."
Desire pumps through me. So he's coming for more… Very well. I'm excited, nervous, and anxious, but try not to show it. I casually look at the time on my screen. "I can't stay out late, though. You have two, three hours max." Not a lie. I guess I'll have to buy the dress for Sarah's party tomorrow or something. But I still don't want to be gone too long before getting home to check on Dad. I can't trust his eating habits these days.
"Okay."
I turn off my monitor and reach for my bag at my feet. "Where are we going?"
He closes the distance between us, and although he isn't touching me, his nearness sets off all my sexual alarms. "Let me see. We can go to an expensive dinner and talk or go to my house and order in."
Ripples of excitement travel through me. I know what he's implying. Do I want to go to a swanky restaurant and eat and dispel the sexual tension for two hours, or go straight to dessert? As much as I'd love to share a meal, I don't have time to waste. I gather all my courage and try to sound cool, saying, "I'm kind of tired of talking."
16
Hazel
Archer opens the five-car garage door and smoothly parks his car. I've been to his property a few times when he worked from home and needed things done, so I'm used to the impressive arches and statues at the entrance and the wraparound terrace facing the endless, well-manicured garden.
This evening, though, it's hard to pay attention to these little details.
Archer slides out of the car and opens the door for me. He extends his hand to help me out, and the moment our fingers touch, a current of warmth shoots up my wrist and arm. He leads me inside through the garage door, and soon, I'm walking alongside him in the refined foyer.
I slide out of my shoes, and he does the same.
Then, he pulls me into his arms and slams me against the wall, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I lower my hand to his chest, then to his waistline; I fumble with his belt and zipper with incredible difficulty.
I want him inside me, pronto. But he grasps my wrist, deterring me from my goal, and pulls down my pants, along with my G-string, leaving my lower half exposed.
"Yes," I hiss.
Archer kneels before me and plunges his head between my legs, parting my thighs and lapping at my folds. I quiver and moan, anxious I'll lose my balance and fall. Sensing my apprehension, he swings my leg over his shoulder so he can lick me even deeper while grasping my waist to keep me from falling.
"Yes. Oh. Fuck…"
He grazes his teeth over my flesh and sucks my pussy, devouring me, eating me with an intensity I could never have imagined.
"Archer. God."
He doesn't let up, his fingers biting into my waist as he fucks me with his tongue. Sooner than I expected, pleasure crashes over my body, drilling my insides, and every tiny part of me comes apart, undone. A long, mewing sound escapes my lips as my body convulses and my hips undulate.
I'm still recovering when he stands upright and sweeps me off my feet, taking me in his strong arms. I chuckle, registering his actions as he walks up to his room. A room I’ve never visited before.
He throws me on his ginormous bed, and I look around, taking notice of the airy, spacious bedroom, which blends a modern, austere look with a luxurious bed with bedposts that look straight from Game of Thrones. The nightstands complete the look, and the modernity of the sleek TV, along with other electronic gadgets on a heavy wood desk, contrast the accents that hint at a former century.
"A bed at last," I say.
"Don't get too cozy," he warns.
Archer removes his clothes, peeling off each piece and flinging it aside. This is the first time I'm able to take a good look at him in all his glorious nakedness.
I knew he was big, and I felt his touch and the pressure of his body against me. Seeing him fully naked is still quite the sight. A tall man with a delicious physique stands before me, his muscles bunching with every movement. The ridges and carved lines of his chest could’ve been sculpted by a world-famous artist. He's all power and strength. My gaze trails to his waist, and I blush when I see his big cock jutting out proudly.
"Damn."
He strokes his cock as he shortens the gap between us, his eyes never leaving mine.
