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I feel the climax approaching. But I won’t give him the pleasure of seeing it.
His lips are next to my ear. “I want to see you come, kitten.”
His whisper is a scorching caress that shoots straight down to my pussy where his fingers are.
And here it is—heat rolling through me with controlled intensity.
I hold my breath. It fucking kills the vibe. It’s a pity. But at least he won’t get the satisfaction of seeing it.
I come, my core pulsating under his fingers. It’s a two out of ten—just a quick release, suppressed—what a shame—and without a promise of a follow-up.
But Archer is just another guy. This is just a physical necessity.
And the game is on.
He keeps stroking between my legs, oblivious that I just came. I turn my head slightly to look at his lips that I want to kiss but won’t.
“Hmm,” I let escape my mouth, meeting his eyes and continuing to grind against his fingers. Because I like his touch. And the way his broad form is right behind me, against my body. Because even in the dark, I can see his cocky smirk. And because I will play this game with him as long as I get what I want.
This is the closest I’ve been to him, and by God, I want to push him onto the ground and fuck him real good. I wish we were on equal terms. But no one is equal with Archer Crone, and he damn well lets it know with his mere presence.
Fair enough.
I halt suddenly, forcing a smile, and pull his hand softly out of my panties.
“Well, that was entertaining,” I say as calmly as I possibly can, controlling my breathing, then nod toward the couple. “Could be a little more affectionate, huh?”
The pair is still fucking but neither of us look that way.
Archer’s eyes narrow on me, and I want to laugh, because for a brief moment, the self-assured Mr. Chancellor looks confused, trying to process what I just said.
I pull away from him and turn to fully face him.
He steps into me, his eyes searching my face, his brow slightly furrowed, though he probably doesn’t know that.
I try to calm my pounding heart.
I try to be cool.
I try to hold laughter when I pat him on his chest with a quick indifferent smile. “I appreciate your effort.”
Then I turn around and walk away as calmly and nonchalantly as I possibly can, leaving arrogant Archer Crone gaping.
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ARCHER
Are.
You.
Fucking.
Kidding me?
My cock is so hard I’m about to come, and she just walked off on me.
Well, that was entertaining.
