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I watch him leave and take a deep breath. What the fuck!?
I go to my room and strip. My body tingles as I think about Archer and how close we were in the filing room and just now in the car. I step into the shower and turn it to the coldest temperature I can tolerate. I feel the arousal ebb somewhat.
I putter around the apartment doing a few chores to keep my thoughts at bay. But finally, exhaustion takes over and I have no choice but to drag myself to bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow and close my eyes, my mind goes wild.
In my dreams, I’m naked and sweaty. My eyes are closed but I feel lips moving across my body. They touch my breasts, pausing to suck my nipples. They grow harder in my lover’s mouth and I feel as if I’m being electrocuted by his touch. The lips drift downward, moving over my stomach in ever widening circles. With each pass coming closer to my mound, my body feels as though it is drawn tight like a bow, anticipating release. Then the lips drift lower still. My legs are open and I’m arching upward as they kiss me there. I cry out as they nip at my clit and I feel my blood pounding through my veins. A tongue snakes out and lashes at my slit. I thrash around as it delves into my body, sucking and tasting me intimately. Then it’s gone. But before I can protest, a lean, muscular body slides up to cover mine and my legs wrap around the waist of my lover. As he enters me, my eyes fly open and Archer’s handsome face is leaning down to meet mine. As he thrusts inside of me completely, I cry out and arch up to meet him. Suddenly, everything disappears and my eyes fly open to find a dark room. My skin is damp with perspiration and my heart is racing. My panties are soaked. It felt so real!
I sit up in bed and wipe my face. Slowly, I pad to the bathroom. Another cold shower is in order.
Chapter six
Archer
I’vejustfinishedthesecond report when a sound comes from the outer office. I check my watch. Seven. Everyone left the office hours ago, and, as usual, I stayed behind to get a few things done. My next move is to pull my weapon. Then I check the camera and stop. Sidney. What the hell is she doing here? I take a deep breath, grinding my teeth in mild irritation. It has nothing to do with her, though. I’m the problem.
Sidney is haunting me. And ever since that encounter in the filing room last week, I’ve been dreaming about the woman. She is an ever present fantasy when I pleasure myself and my hand can only do so much and no more. Even as I watch her move around her office, I feel my cock stir. But what is she doing here? I need to get rid of her and get back to work.
I conceal the cameras and re-holster my gun before walking out. Her head is down as she looks at the computer screen. I take a few seconds to take in her attire. She is in a simple T-shirt and jeans. Her hair is up in a ponytail.
“What are you doing here?”
She looks up and places her hand on her chest. “You startled me.”
“What are you doing here? And how did you get here?”
“Brad dropped me off. I told him I would call him when I’m ready to leave.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take you home, so tell him he can go back to his post,” I offer though I don’t think it’s a good idea, especially not from the way my cock is thinking whenever I’m around her recently.
I wait for her to make the call to the guard before continuing the conversation.
“You still haven’t answered the question. What are you doing here?”
“Oh. I remembered that you needed the update on the Daley case and I hadn’t completed the report. Speaking of, let me just run and get the file. Excuse me.” As she slips by me, I inhale the fresh peachy scent of her skin. And that is my undoing. I follow her to the filing room and the images of last week come rushing back. My heart pounds, and I feel the blood rushing in my ears as everything seems to move in slow motion.
Slowly, I walk over to her as she stretches up to find the file.
“Let me,” I whisper huskily.
“Daley, Fabian.”
I can be mistaken, but her voice sounds hoarse to my ears. I take my time reaching for the file above her head, leaning against her ever so slightly. I hand it to her and she turns into my arms. I place my hands on either side of her head, holding her gaze with mine. I lean down, not breaking the spell under which I have her. I feel the whisper of her breath against my lips. There is a hunger that suddenly rises up in me. I want to know what her lips feel like beneath mine. I brush them lightly with my finger, watching her reaction. She swallows and her breath comes out on a warm puff of air. I lower my head, almost in slow motion. Then I feel the first brush of her lips against mine.
The kiss is soft and sweet at first as I barely brush against her lips. I flick my tongue out, running it teasingly along the seam of her mouth. Shyly, she parts her luscious lips and I slip my tongue between them. My hands skim her sides as I deepen the kiss.
She groans as I pull her body flush against mine. I lift her arms and wrap them around my neck before sliding my hands down to cup her butt.
I lift her slightly and press my now rigid cock against her intimately. She trembles in my embrace. I bring one hand to the front as I continue to kiss her. Deftly, I undo the snap of her jeans and push the zipper down. I slide my fingers along her stomach, feeling it quiver. The elastic waist of her panties is no real barrier as my hand continues its downward journey. Her damp curls caress my fingertips, but I’m not yet at my destination. She whimpers as I graze her clit. It seems to pulse as I stroke it and I feel her legs shift.
In no time, I synchronize the thrust of my tongue to the stroke of my hand and her hands tighten around my neck. She pants softly as her body moves and presses into my touch. I press my forehead to hers as I tear my lips from hers.
“Do you like that?” I whisper hoarsely.
“Hmmm,” she moans in response.
I laugh hoarsely before capturing her lips once more. Sidney presses into my touch and my cock lurches. I delve deeper, grazing past her clit to find her wet and hot. My fingers easily slide along her slit. She opens instantly for me as I slip the tip of my index finger inside her. She gasps and arches her back, opening her mouth beneath mine. I cup her warm pussy, thrusting my finger into her, forcing her to rock against my hand. I lodge my thumb against her sensitive spot so that with each rock she is being massaged. And soon, her body grows tense against me as she loses her rhythm. Deep in her throat, she moans. The sound sends a shudder through me as I feel her heat and wetness flood my hand. She slumps against me and I stroke her again. She whimpers and attempts to move away and I smile against her lips.
I kiss her cheeks as she breathes heavily. I grip her waist and walk backward out of the filing room. She follows slowly like someone who is drugged. I keep kissing her softly all the way to my office. When we get inside, I kick the door shut behind us and lock it. I brush her lips with mine as I lift the hem of her T-shirt slowly. Her skin is smooth and warm to the touch. I pull it over her head, fanning her hair around her bare shoulders. I insert a finger under first one bra strap, then the other. I lean down to kiss the skin along her shoulder blades as my hands slide down to cup her breasts. I pull the flimsy lace aside as I make short work of the snaps. As the flimsy fabric joins her shirt, I pull one firm nipple between my teeth. I suckle it hard and she cries out. I laugh softly when she grips my head, tangling her fingers in my hair. I scoop her into my arms and take the few steps needed to the couch in the corner of the office. I lay her down, watching as her heavy eyes gaze up at me. I undo my holster and shirt and drop them in a pile at my feet before I join her on the couch. I press my torso against hers, reveling in how her curves fit perfectly against me. I kiss her once more. I cannot get enough of her mouth. I tear my mouth from hers and trail a line of wet kisses between her breasts. I take my time kissing every inch of skin possible. She wriggles and writhes in my grasp.
