It’s my only thought as his hand curls around my waist, painting my skin with heated sparks and muddying my mind. Once my shock wears off, desire floods my system, and I kiss him back, losing myself to the feel of his lips, his hands, his breath.
Warmth floods my veins, pooling low in my stomach and filling me with an insatiable hunger. I want Archer Graves as much as he wants me, and I’m tired of fighting it.
A few minutes later, he breaks away, pressing his forehead to mine, both of us flushed and breathing hard. “God, you’re perfect,” he says, reaching up to cup the side of my face in his calloused palm. “I need more.”
He crashes his mouth to mine, his lips working expertly against mine. His hands move down to cup the base of my ass, and I moan, leaning further into his bruising touch.
Archer nips my lower lip, and I yelp, prompting his chest to shake with a dark chuckle. His hands slide up to my waist, and he lifts me off the ground easily, placing me onto the very edge of his desk. He steps between my thighs, one hand curling aroundmy throat while the other sweeps over the desk, sending the contents clattering to the floor.
My purse goes flying, landing on the floor with a dull thud. From the corner of my eye, I watch the bejeweled butt plug roll out, shining like a beacon against the dark flooring.
Oh God.
Mr. Graves looks at the plug, his mouth tipping in a smirk. “What a dirty little thing. You continue to surprise me, Grace.”
I don’t know how to respond, so I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down for another passionate kiss. He groans, and heat pools between my thighs.
Still kissing me, his fingers work furiously on his shirt buttons. When it’s not quick enough, Mr. Graves rips the whole thing off, sending the buttons shooting across the room. His chest rumbles with a sexy growl as he reaches for the base of my blouse, his fingertips teasingly brushing the strip of skin below my belly button.
“I want to see you.”
He eases my shirt up and over my head, and I shake out my hair, pushing out my chest as Archer stares down at me like he’s discovered God.
“Jesus, you’re fucking stunning,” he says, all but salivating over me.
A thrill goes through me, and I reach out, fingers trembling as I undo the button on his pants. Archer shrugs off his shirt, baring his chest, and I freeze at the sight of his chiseled abdomen, caught by a sudden urge to run my tongue along the deep v leading below his belt line.
“You can touch.” He leads my hands toward him. “I want you to.”
I nod, biting my lip as I close the distance, running my hands up and down his abdomen, tracing each of his rippling muscles. When I dip my fingers below the waistline of his boxers, Archertips his head back in a groan, his body shuddering from the strain to keep himself from losing control.
“You can let go,” I whisper seductively. “Iwantyou to.”
His eyes light with hunger. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking…”
“I think I do.” Leaning forward, I place a tender kiss to a thin silver scar lying just above his heart. “I want you, Archer Graves. In every possible way.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip tightening on my waist. “Fuck.”
His body shudders as the last thread of his control snaps, and he lunges forward, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss. One of his hands leaves my waist, but I don’t care enough to ask what he’s doing.
Archer breaks away, his chest rising and falling rapidly in the aftermath of the kiss. “Lie back,” he says, coaxing me to lie back on his desk. With a whimper, I do as he asks, utterly vulnerable and exposed as I settle my shoulders against the unforgiving surface.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he says. His hand trails down my stomach slowly, teasingly, stopping at the apex of my thighs. Instead of touching me like I so desperately want, he pulls away, leaving me cold and empty without his touch.
“Archer,” I whimper. “What?—”
“Shh. I’m here, angel.”
His hand brushes my inner thigh, leaving behind some sort of slick residue. Something hard presses against my entrance, and I jerk back, startled by the foreign sensation.
“What…?” My eyes widen as I gaze at the large purple vibrator clutched in Archer’s palm, inching toward my pussy.
“Relax, Grace,” he orders, his palm pressing gently against the center of my chest, easing me back onto the desk. “I’m going to make you feel good. You want that, don’t you, Grace?”
“Y-yes.” I’m unable to think past the loud buzzing in my head. “Yes, I do.”
“Then you’re going to have to trust me.” His dark eyes bore into mine. “Lie back and let me worship this gorgeous body. Let me show you what it feels like to come undone.”
