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“What’s your point?”
Archer stops behind me. “My point is… that a woman like you needs a release every once and a while.” He brushes his lips along my shoulder, inching slowly toward my neck. “You need a man to give you what you need or else… you might snap.”
I twist around to face him, feeling a spike of defensiveness. “I take care of myself.”
He furrows his brow with amusement. “Oh, that’s not the same.”
“It’s good enough.”
“You say that now.”
“What?” I laugh. “You’re telling me that once I go Brit, I’ll never come stateside again?”
He grins. “It’s true.”
“It’s cocky.”
“That, too.” He falls backward onto the bed and balances on the edge. “Come on, Lilah. What happens in St. Louis stays in St. Louis.”
My toes tingle against the thick carpet beneath my feet. “It’s been… a while.”
“Why?”
I bounce my shoulders. “Men find me intimidating.”
“You don’t say?” He smiles at me. “A month? Three? Four?”
“A year.”
He exhales hard. “Ouch.”
“Not entirely my fault,” I say, stepping toward him. “It’s been a really stressful year at work, to say the least.”
Archer lays his hands on my waist and guides me closer. “I’ve got my work cut out for me, then…”
I grip the edges of his leather jacket as I straddle his lap. His hands constantly move, slowly inching along my thighs and beneath my dress. A shiver trails my back as he rests them on my hips, keeping me steady on him as he gazes into my eyes.
Fuck, he’s attractive.
I wouldn’t say blond hair and blue eyes have ever been anywhere near what I’d classify as my type, but Archer Allen is something else. When I first met him, it was dark, and the adrenaline was pumping through me. I could barely make out his features. But here, up close and personal…
Oh, boy.
I think twice before I kiss him. For the first time in my life, I can’t see ten seconds into the future. If I start, I might not be able to stop. I imagine sliding off him and bolting for the door. That would be the smart thing to do but I can’t bring myself to leave his lap.
Our lips touch and the world dissolves in a seething fire. My entire body quivers in his hands. He squeezes me a little tighter, pulling me in closer and I feel his hardness press against my begging core.
Fuck.
My mind goes blank, resting on a cloud of selfish need. I want him. I want all of him. His lips fall to my neck as his hands climb my shoulders. He slides my dress straps down, following them with his lips, gently tasting me. Ripples of pleasure spread across my skin, coupled with the subtle pain of his frequent bite. He exposes my breasts and presses his face between them, softly grunting as I grind our bodies together.
His eyes fall to the cobra tattoo above my navel and he pauses. It’s a brief moment that lasts no longer than a second, but it brings reality crashing down on me.
I have a job to do.
Archer continues, fishing a hand beneath my skirt and shoving my panties aside. He looks into my eyes as he teases me. I bite my lip, feeling his thick finger inching inside of me and my body betrays me.
Sex has always been a tool for me. Just a way to make sure a man keeps his guard down before I deliver a killing blow. But Archer...
