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Archer’s head drops, and he stares at me, his sun-kissed hair messy, and his chest heaving with ragged breaths. This might be the most undone I’ve ever seen him, even though he’s almost fully clothed. Really, it’s only his pants hanging open, and the still hard dick in front of me that’s out of place.
Oh Lord, I just gave Archer a blow job. We have fallen down the rabbit hole, and I don’t think I want to climb back out.
Archer tucks himself away, zipping and buttoning his pants up until there’s almost no outward sign of what just went down in my office. At my place of work.
What has gotten into me?
Warm hands grasp my shoulders, and Archer murmurs, “Up,” in a soft command.
Once again, I obey like I have no other choice. I’m not sure if I do. I want everything from him, and if I have to give him every last part of me, even my decisions, then I’m willing to do as he bids. In this, at least.
Archer tugs my hand until we’re on the other side of my desk. He looks down at the collection of haphazardly stacked books, and tsks at the mess. “We’re going to need to make some room.”
“What?” I ask dumbly, not sure what he means to do. Then books are thunking on the ground as Archer moves stacks off my desk. He has the whole thing clear within a matter of moments while I stand around. The daze of what we've been doing in here has left me addled.
Hands glide over my hips and lift me with deceptive ease, setting me on top of the cleared off desk. Archer leans down until our faces are only an inch apart, and I suck in a breath. Is he going to kiss me? It hasn’t escaped my notice that we skipped first base and sprinted right to third. Damn, I think he skipped second base, too.
All thoughts flee when Archer gently clasps my chin and tips my head back.
“You don’t have to be quiet this time, Luna. But the only word you can say… is my name.”
Oh Christ. My panties just combusted. Archer’s hand trails down my neck and nudges me back. I lean back on my hands as Archer sits in my chair, eyes roaming over me.
“You look incredible today. Always,” he mutters the last bit as though he’s talking to himself. His patience snaps when I let my legs fall apart. His hands shove my skirt up with a low rumble in his chest. His mouth presses kisses, licking and biting each inch of skin as it’s exposed, while soft moans fall from my lips.
“Oh, these are…” Archer trails off, making a low sound in the back of his throat as he reveals the red scrap of lace panties I put on this morning. My body clenches in response as his finger travels across the top, barely dipping beneath the fabric as I forget how to breathe.
“Were you thinking of anyone in particular when you picked these out this morning?”
Hell, I was. I’d wondered if Archer would like them. Not that I imagined we’d be in this position tonight.
Teeth skim over my hip, then he’s biting the fabric and pulling them down.
“Archer.” I’m practically panting, and my heart flips when he grins up at me. Seeming to lose interest in taking off my undies with his teeth, he tugs them down as I raise my hips to assist. They disappear into his pocket, and I bite my lip. My skirt is rucked up past my hips, and I’m completely open to him. Not that I wasn’t the other day, but that was in the dimly lit stacks. Somehow it felt more hidden, despite being out in the open, and not behind closed doors like we are right now.
Hands slide under my thighs. In one move, Archer pulls me forward and spreads me wide. Heat burns my skin from the hunger in his eyes, and because I’ve never been this exposed to anyone before. My brain shuts down when Archer’s mouth lands between my thighs.
My head lolls back at the heat of his mouth, the press of his tongue, the knowledge that Archer is destroying me, one lick at a time. I’m only sensation, feeling, an entire body of electrified nerve endings. I sink back onto the desk, and Archer hums his approval, making a sound come from my throat that should make him worry I’ve been possessed by demons.
“Show me how much you like my tongue. If I make you feel as good as you taste.”
I cry out, writhing, my hips grinding shamelessly against his devilish mouth. Archer’s fingers dig into my hips and ass, and the tiny bite of pain only heightens the pleasure. A finger circles my entrance at the same time his tongue mimics the move. I moan, my back arching when two fingers plunge deep inside me while he sucks on my clit.
“Fuck,” Archer curses against me. “Fucking perfect.”
My body is shaking, trembling with the build-up of my impending orgasm. Last time he did this I couldn’t touch him, but this time my hands find their way into his hair without conscious thought. My fingers dive into the silky strands, and I groan at all of the sensations washing over me. Everything is sharper, fuller, better right now. Archer’s sandalwood and sunshine scent wraps around me, while his warm hands and hot mouth devastate.
“Archer,” I plead. Or maybe it’s a prayer, or even praise.
His fingers are doing something incredible that, paired with his tongue, thrusts me off the edge of the cliff, and I shatter. A storm of pleasure rains down on me, making everything disappear except for him. He’s everywhere, surrounding me, in me, in my blood, in my soul. I can’t even gasp out his name as I shake and spasm, clutching his hair, splayed out on my desk like a willing sacrifice.
