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“Actually, we were just…”
“No, that’s fine. Feel free to come back when you have your address. Anyone here will be able to help you.” I hustle out from behind the counter, my strides long as I move toward Archer. Was I just incredibly rude? Yes. But I don’t care. Whatever that man wanted, it had nothing to do with my job.
“Your office?” I’m not sure if that’s posed as a question or a command, and a little shiver zips over my skin. Archer’s hand lands on the small of my back and he guides me toward my office without waiting for my response.
As strange as things have been between us lately, there’s no hesitance in my step. For all I know, Archer could be taking me to my office to talk about the weather. The feel of the heat from his hand soaking through my sweater and into my skin is enough to make me not care. All the nerves and doubts disappear with that one small touch.
My office is tucked in a back corner of the central room of the library. There aren’t any windows that face the interior of the library, but there are windows in my office that overlook the green space out back. The room is small and cramped, even before I overloaded it with books. They’re piled on my desk, on a small table near the windows, and on the spare chair. Bookshelves line the walls, and they’re full too, top to bottom.
“Christ, I forgot what a mess your office is.” Archer chuckles, and I shoot him a death glare.
Neither one of us speaks, and the silence stretches. The smile drops from his mouth and his eyes narrow speculatively. All the oxygen gets sucked from the room when his stormy gray eyes lock on mine. They’re full of hunger. A need that echoes deep in my soul. I feel it in every nerve ending, making my stomach dip, my core ache. Just with that look.
Archer has never looked at me like this, and goosebumps break out over my skin. I don’t know what we’re doing. I thought what happened the other night was a one off. An out-of-body experience that I possibly imagined, but now—now I think I might have been wrong.
Archer shuts the door, and the click of the lock is loud in the small room. As loud as my heartbeat, which is thundering so forcefully, I’m sure it can be heard on the other side of the island. There’s not much room to move around, so when Archer turns to face me, we’re only inches apart. His hand picks up a strand of my hair, fingers sliding down to the end as his eyes move over the throbbing pulse in my neck. His gaze burns into my skin as he follows the column of my throat when I swallow. The gray of his eyes darkens when I lick my suddenly dry lips.
“You look like a modern-day Irene Adler tonight.”
No words form on my lips as I stare up at him, transfixed. His fingertips skate over my pulse, and his hand wraps around my neck for the briefest instant before his eyes grow hooded.
“Get down on your knees.” His voice is rough with need, but the command is absolute. There’s no discussion about how we’ve been awkward and weird with each other these past few days. There probably should be, but instead my mind goes to a fuzzy, blank place, and I do as I’m told. I sink down, knees resting on the rough carpet. My chest rises and falls as I struggle to catch my breath, and my heart rampages in my chest.
I didn’t even hesitate.
I gaze up at Archer from my position, and the heat in his eyes lights a fire deep in my belly. It spreads like wildfire through my entire body until I’m practically trembling. We stare at each other, time irrelevant. The only thing that matters is the two of us. Here and now.
“Unbuckle my belt.”
My pulse thunders in my ears as I rise up off my heels, only just keeping my hands from shaking as I obey. I don’t know why, but everything about this turns me on. It makes me feel, somehow, both taken care of and in control at the same time. I don’t know why, because Archer is clearly running the show right now.
“Unbutton my pants. Pull down the zipper.”
Sweat dots my brow at the authority in his voice. I’m turned on to an almost impossible degree. My knuckles brush against the rigid length of his erection, and I sway at the heady sensations of lust and power. The fact that I feel so powerful when I’m the one on my knees seems counterintuitive, but the tension in his shoulders, the need stamped all over his face, tells me I’m not wrong.
“Take out my cock, put that perfect mouth all over it, and then you’re going to swallow it all the way down that pretty throat.”
I moan at his words. My mouth parts in anticipation as my hands pull down his boxer briefs, freeing his already hard cock. For one second, my brain breaks when it registers that I’m not only seeing Archer’s dick for the first time, but touching it. God damn. He’s too perfect.
I slide my hand up and down the thick length, not sure how the hell I’m going to take all of this, but knowing that I want to, so badly. The need to give him pleasure, to make him feel good, is all that matters.
Leaning forward, I wrap my mouth around the tip, swirling my tongue while my hand continues to work him. I pull back and lick up from base to tip, causing Archer’s dick to twitch against my tongue. His hands thread through my hair, but he’s not pushing, just gently sweeping my hair back from my face and holding it out of the way. The sweetness of the touch distracts me, but the gentle tug on my hair pulls me right back into the room. On my knees. Tasting Archer.
My eyes flick up to Archer. He’s gazing down at me, a hint of his golden smile on his face as I wrap my mouth around his length and slowly slide down as far as I can. I pull back, my hand chasing my mouth as I reach the tip and then draw him back in so deep my eyes water. Archer's grip on my hair tightens and I moan with him buried in my mouth.
“Fuck,” Archer hisses when my hands slide around to his ass and pull him in closer. My eyes slide shut. The rhythm of my head and Archer’s hips moving is a primal language that doesn’t need sight. The sounds of wet sucking, my soft moans, Archer’s exhaling breath and low groans are the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. My panties are soaked, and he hasn’t even touched me anywhere but my hair.
Archer angles my head back slightly. I look up at him again, and the sunny demeanor is gone. His eyes are manic.
“This fucking mouth.” His fingers tighten their hold on my hair as he loses control, teetering on the edge of unleashing something wild on the world. Everything around us dims, and I swear it’s as if we’re cloaked in shadow. But it’s safe, comforting, perfect, as I keep fucking him with my mouth.
“I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow it down.”
I shiver at the growl in his voice, eyes nearly closing again in pleasure, but I want to see him fall apart. Need to see what I’m capable of doing as I kneel before him. Archer’s hands palm my head, thumbs brushing over my cheeks in an almost reverent motion. My fingers dig into his ass, and he swears. His hips jerk, and his head falls back with my name on his lips as he comes down my throat.
Not going to lie, swallowing is not my favorite thing, but for him, I would do this every damn day of my life if he’d let me. Seeing him lost to pleasure, unfettered and open in a way he rarely allows anyone to see, has my heart beating erratically.
Slowly, I pull away, sitting back on my heels. My body is hot, achy, wet, and I don’t know what to do next. Doubt starts to creep in. It’s like the second I’m done touching him, all my insecurities come swarming back.
