Page 80 of Dead Vengeance

The compliments wash over me in almost as intense a wave of pleasure as his hand is creating, moving faster now, working the both of us into a frenzy.

“There are so many things I can do for you, Archer. I want to do all of them.”

“Oh fuck. Liam.” His words cut off with a tremble of his lips, his breathing fast now, his every muscle tensing. And I can feel it too. I’m close. I’m getting so close. And I don’t want him to stop. Not for anything. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. This man is walking sexual energy and now he’s mine and this cannot end tonight.

Even if it’s against my better judgement, as if I have such a thing as judgement at all anymore with this pleasure screaming through my veins, this intense desire heating every inch of me, I want something more from him. I want a guarantee. I want a promise. And the question just slips out: “Will you make me breakfast tomorrow?”

“Oh, Liam,” he rasps as I take hold of his shoulder and thrust my dick along his, sliding into the movement of his hand caressing mine, moving mine, stroking us both, faster and faster. “Liam, I’ll do anything you like. I want to be your personal slut.”

“Oh, fuck!” His words send a shock of ecstasy through me, and I lose control in the instant. Letting out a too-loud groan, I crumple against him, my body shaking with the orgasm, cum spilling all over his beautiful, soft cashmere jumper.

“Fuck, oh, fuck,” he cries, fingers squeezing into my back, holding me to him as his own orgasm rips out of him, his gorgeous strong arms shuddering, his forehead landing on my shoulder.

The satisfaction hits me first, deep and sure, knowing I made him come at the same time. Knowing he got off just like I did. Knowing he wants me. That he’s making me breakfast. That I’m…

Okay, I’m not his boyfriend.

Not yet.

But I kiss him like I am. I kiss him, feeling the press of the delicate layer of sweat on his upper lip, feeling the way his hand runs over my back, gently, sweetly, moving to my cheek when he breaks the kiss to look up at me. “You’re incredible.”

Whatever I was a few minutes ago, saying all those things, fucking him right here on the street in his car, now I’m… I don’t know. Shy. Embarrassed. Touched. Spent. Completely, utterly, irreparably enamoured. “Thank you, Mr Gravely.”

He gives me another one of those cute chuckles as I slide off him, back into my seat, and re-affix the buckles on my overalls. Then I lean over, drop one last peck on his lips, and say, “See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” he says, his smile some delicious mix of shock and adoration, like I couldn’t have imagined seeing in his eyes only yesterday.

I want to take that to bed with me, so I slip out the door before he can say another word, before I can ruin this with some daft comment, and dart down the side of the building and out of his sight.

I feel like a lovesick teenager when I instantly thrust my back up against the brick wall, breathing hard, knees weak, almost entirely overcome with this… What do they call it? Limerence? This insane, heady madness that has me wanting to carve his name into my arm.

He’s beautiful. God damn, I am so desperately looking forward to work tomorrow.

Best job ever, no doubt about it.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. And if it’s Archer with some sweet message, I’ll die. Actually die. Drop dead on the ground right here and haunt this block of flats for the rest of time.

God, I have it so bad for him.

I whip the screen on in record time, only for the words there to smash my lovely evening all to pieces.

7am. Ted. >:(

twenty-three

ExorSquad HQ

Liam

I’m halfway up the stairs at ExorSquad headquarters when I hear the raised voices, blunted by the closed door ahead. This can’t bode well.

I jog the final few steps, keen to see what today’s drama is. The moment the door cracks open, two heads turn my way, furious faces frowning like I’m somehow the fault of all of this.

But Raul’s expression quickly morphs into something else, some kind of hopeful, even if he still looks at me like I’m a wet sock he just found on the ground. “He’ll confirm it. A light fell right on my head!”

“I don’t care if fifty lights fell on your head,” Ted snaps back. “You signed the contract, and you’re not getting a penny from us.”

“I never signed that!” Raul shouts.