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Willow
Laying in bed next to a naked Archie is one of my new favorite pastimes. Laying on a bed on a private slice of beach, with the sun shining around me, my skin warmed by his mouth, as the wind blows white curtains around us, is on another level entirely.
“Tell me something I don’t know yet,” he says between trailing his kisses down to my belly.
“Hmm,” I moan but think about how to answer.
“I went to Blithe Private School, where I graduated.”
His mouth falls open, his head snaps up, and his eyes meet mine, that cocky grin in place. “I went to Parsons,” he says with a light laugh.
I gasp, pretending to be surprised, and reply, “The enemy.”
“Rival schools. Still, I’m surprised we never met.”
I shrug my shoulders, relaxing back on the pillows and closing my eyes. “I wasn’t a very good socialite.”
He doesn’t wait for more explanation before he starts tasting my skin again. Now using his tongue, he laps slow, sexy lines from my stomach to under my boob. My head falls back, and a loud moan escapes my lips, and that devilish tongue continues to trace my sternum tattoo. I hum my delight as I feel his breath slide across my wet flesh. The sun is bright and hot overhead, and I hear the seagulls squawking.
“I might have been too good at it,” he whispers against my skin.
“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.”
“A total asshole,” he says, and we both laugh.
“Ok. Tell me something I don’t know yet, Mr. Alexander?”
As he looks out towards the ocean, deep in thought, I get the impression something heavy is weighing on him.
“I’ve done a lot in my life that I’m not proud of, and I always thought that once I get to the top, I can relax, be whoever I want to be because then I’ll have no-one to answer to. Now, here I am, about to get it all, and I don’t think I want it.”
Stunned, I stay quiet, hoping he’ll keep talking like this. So open, and unguarded, very un-Archer-like.
“I’ve been groomed to take over the family empire my whole life, and I thought I wanted it, but…,” he stops and looks at me, for a moment, I see so much warmth reflected in his eyes, I want nothing more than to melt into him. For a moment, I can almost tell I mean something to him, but as fast as it was there, he clears his throat and looks back to the water.
“Now, I’m not sure if I want to follow the same path as my father. The work I’ve done for the company this far is more than enough to be proud of.”
“What do you want then?” I ask gently, running my fingers through his lush, dark hair.
“I want to feel free. To have more days like today. My father still takes orders from the board, so why do I think I will finally get any freedom if he’s had none. Did you know the man has never taken a vacation?”
“No? What a terrible way to live. My father was the same when I took trips; it was always with Cole and the nanny.”
“It’s not living. He is one of the wealthiest men on the planet but doesn’t have time to step out of the office unless it’s to sleep or rub elbows with someone who can make him more money.” His eyebrows furrow as if he’s just thought of something. “I never realized how greedy I was until right now. And for what? I have more than enough money to retire right now at twenty-nine years old and actually live my life.”
His hand creeps up to encase my right breast, but he doesn’t give me that cocky grin I expect. Instead, he closes his eyes and kisses my naval, trailing down to the sheet over my bottom half. A spike of lust hits me like a bolt of lightning, and when his tongue darts out to lick my clit, I can’t help the moan that leaves my mouth.
We spend hours wrapped in each other. He takes his time worshiping my body, and after several orgasms and a nap on his muscular chest, I explore his muscles and cock with my mouth and hands—enjoying each sound he makes because of me. The power I feel over his pleasure is heady, and I draw out his orgasm as long as possible. We’re still out on the beach bed when the sun descends under the shoreline, and I watch it with him inside me.
The moment is magical; streaks of pink, orange, and purple paint the sky as I cry out his name. Nothing in my life has ever been so good. I’m not lost in the chaos of my head, haunted by my past. I’m right here with Archer, feeling every inch of him pounding into me, worshiping me, making me feel things I never thought possible.
“Yes. Fuck, you are so sexy, baby.” Archer’s voice sweeps over me as he pushes me further into the mattress, my arms no longer able to keep me upright as he takes me from behind. I love the feel of his skin on mine as he lays us flat, still giving me exquisite pleasure with every thrust.
I reach back and pull his hair as he growls in my ear and moves faster. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as I come again, convulsing uncontrollably under the tantalizing weight of his hard body. He jerks, then stills, roaring like an animal. God, I love that sound.
We lie there panting until he gently pulls out. The sun is long gone, and the breeze coming off the water makes goosebumps rise on my skin. After finally catching our breath, we decide food is a must before we wither away from over-exertion.
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