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“Wait,” she murmurs in the dark, “did the virtual assistant just sense that someone got in bed?”
I chuckle. “No, it reacts to the wordgoodnight.”
“Is that because there is no one else here to say it to?” she asks in a sleepy voice.
I don’t answer.
She might be joking. But sadly, she is right.
41
KAT
I wakeup to a brightly lit room. It’s way past dawn, which is too late for me. There is a heavy warm body pressing against me from behind. A strong hold around my waist—Archer’s.
I smile.
We are both naked, and there is no sheet between us. This feels too intimate. And… nice.
I try to move, but the hold gets tighter.
“Running away again?” Archer’s soft voice sends a pleasant shiver through me. Who knew Mr. Chancellor could be soft?
“I thought you weren’t a cuddler,” I murmur with a smile, stroking his arm. Now that he is awake, I wouldn’t mind a different kind of cuddling.
“I’m not,” he murmurs, pressing even harder against me. “You were humping me in your sleep and threw your leg over me.”
I snort. “So not true.”
“So is. I had to restrain you if I wanted a chance to stay on this bed.”
“Uh-huh. Archer Crone, a cuddler. If only people knew…”
“No one will believe you,” he murmurs and bucks his hips at me, his hardness pressing against my lower back. “Do you see what your wiggling does?”
His murmur is low and raspy, hot against my neck. His hand leaves my waist and slides to cup my breast.
“Poor thing, you must’ve suffered all night,” I whisper, pushing my ass against his hardness.
“Yes. You are hell, kitten. I need to be reimbursed for my troubles.”
His hand slides between my legs to check if I’m ready. I was born ready for a man like him. It’s his hard tip next that presses against my entrance, and he slides inside me, both of us exhaling in relief.
“I need this, kitten,” he murmurs, fucking me. “Otherwise, I’ll be hard all day.”
He thrusts in slowly as I melt under his touch, little whimpers escaping my throat.
“You need this too, wild thing. You get so wet for me…”
I know.
“Even in the office,” he whispers.
The bastard knows everything. “Then stop staring at me through the window like an owl. All day long.”
He thrusts harder into me, making me cry out, because it feels good.
“You keep that attitude,” he grunts as he keeps thrusting into me in that slow delicious way, “and I’ll fuck you in my office just to keep your pretty mouth shut.”
