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Her hand fell to her side. "You came to check on me?"
Those eyes were not amused. He stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulders. "I was worried. If Braun hadn't told me where you were and that you were safe, I was prepared to set Atticus on your trail. He can hunt down anything or anyone." Instead of shaking her as she expected, he simply rubbed her upper arms. "Braun let me know he and Bodie wouldn't be home tonight. The doctors want to run some tests and monitor her, and he didn't want you to be left alone. Obviously, I'm not the only one you're ignoring."
Archie frowned at him. She hadn't heard her phone chime with messages or calls, but that was nothing unusual. She tended to fade outside noises into non-existence when she was in the zone, but she always left her phone in full view so she could see the screen light up if anyone needed her. "It hasn't even beeped...wait, what's wrong with Bodie?"
"Nothing Braun can't handle, and nothing for you to worry about." His gaze roamed over her as his hands moved to rest on the curve of her shoulders where they met her neck. His thumbs stroked up and down the sensitive skin of her throat, sending strong signals to her pussy to prepare itself for an invasion. "I've never seen you in casual clothes," he murmured, making her flush. "They suit you."
She flushed sheepishly, imagining how she looked. Baggy sweat pants, ragged tank top, socked feet. She liked to be comfortable when she was working; it was one less distraction. Unfortunately, she had an inkling her hair probably resembled something rats would take great joy in nesting in.
"But what's this? No bra?" His low chuckle made her shiver. "Are you going to tell me I'm a lucky, lucky man, kitten, and confirm my suspicions that your delicious little pussy isn't protected by a pair of panties either?"
All thoughts of snacks were forgotten. Archie was hungry for something a lot more carnal.
"On second thought, don't answer that. I feel I should investigate this personally." Both his hands dropped to the waistband of her sweats, tugged her closer. One slipped around behind her to cup her ass and hold her in place while the other...oh sweet Jesus. The other pushed easily past the elastic band, his fingers gliding over her belly and sliding straight down her mound to the apex of her thighs. "Well, well. I don't know whether you're my naughty girl or my good girl right now, Anarchy. I think you're an edible blend of the two."
Her breath snagged as his fingers brushed over her clit with expert precision. Her thighs tensed, her knees locked, and she prayed she could keep herself upright. Her body was such a traitor, willing to concede at the first touch. "You don't come see me for two days, then think you can just walk into someone else's house and coerce me into sex, Jasper?"
His laugh was low and thrilling. "Kitten, don't forget, you were the one who's been out of touch. I'll punish you for that in good time, but for now I have something pressing I want to do." He shoved the pants over her hips and let them fall into a pool of material at her feet. "If I was coercing you, you'd already be bent over a kitchen stool, mewling like the kitten you are as I fucked you despite your pitiful protests."
Archie shuffled back, then squealed loudly when he captured her by the hips, lifted her up, and plunked her bare butt down on the cold kitchen counter. Holy cow, that was fucking cold. By his grin, Jasper knew exactly what he'd just done. She said nothing as he peeled her top off, leaving her ridiculously naked and exposed, then managed a husky, "You know this isn't hygienic, right?"
"Hygiene isn't on my priority list." He kicked two stools aside—one to the left, one to the right—and then grasped her ankles and set her socked feet into position. One on each stool, spreading her legs wide and forcing her to lean back and support herself on her elbows. "Don't question a starving man before he's eaten, kitten."
Archie's eyes widened. Oh no. No, he couldn't do that, not now. "Jasper. Jasper, you can't. I haven't showered today and...and...oh, sweet baby Jesus tucked in his crib, your tongue should be illegal."
In spite of her protests, Jasper was already situated between her spread thighs, his arms curled around them. His tongue stroked a leisurely path between her labia, hitting liquid gold on the first try. "Shut up, Anarchy, and lie down. This pussy and I are busy."
God, the sight of that white-blond head down there did amazing things to her insides. Combined with the talents of his tongue, her toes were already beginning to curl. "I guess there's no sense in arguing with you if you're determined to—oh!"
Jasper nipped her clit. "Remember your manners, Anarchy. I can do this all night without letting you come."
She snorted a laugh, imagining Braun coming home in the morning to find her passed out on the kitchen counter with Jasper still hard at work between her legs. Most likely, she'd be dying from frustration by that point, and Jasper's tongue would be able to bench press a cow. It wasn't worth daring Jasper to follow through with the threat.
Sadists probably loved challenges like that.
"Something funny?" Her lover scrubbed the prickle of his beard over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She liked the fledgling beard; she loved how it complimented his face and made him look so rugged.
"No, Sir."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Sir."
Jasper's laugh rumbled through her pussy as he pressed his mouth back to her flesh. Her quiet moan must have pleased him because he laughed again, then used his tongue as effectively as his fingers to push inside her.
There was no more talking after that, just Archie's moans and whimpers, and the squeak of her fingers on the countertop where she tried to hold on. Her master was focused one hundred percent on the task at hand, quickly bringing her to the edge of orgasm with just that tongue. He seemed to enjoy her gasp when his teeth bit into the raised nub of nerves, and her hips began to rise and fall with the rhythm of his tongue.
Teeth nibbled sharply along her labia, wrenching little noises of pain from her. She knew what he was doing, what he needed from her. She made him work for her pain, testing her own boundaries with every bite, until he finally ripped a genuine cry of distress from her lips with one particularly hard sting.
Growling, he rose and wiped her juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. Within seconds, his belt buckle was undone, the zipper drawn down, and material bunched around his thighs. She was fully prepared to take him bareback, but he snagged a condom from the stool to his left—sneaky bastard must have put one there when she wasn't looking—and was sheathed in latex not a few moments later.
"Legs around my waist, Anarchy." His order was clipped, his jaw clenched. The moment she wrapped her trembling limbs around him, he dragged her to the edge of the counter and off, lifting her up so her breasts pressed against his shirt, the fabric teasing erect nipples. "Fuck, two days is too long not to be inside this cunt."
She agreed with him. Now she understood how he felt, what it meant to her to have him moving inside her, she could spend forever that way. If nine months of being shoved aside led to this moment and every one that came after, she'd do it all again. "Is there a reason you're not already fucking me, Sir? You got me all wet..."
"I find myself liking this side of you. This isn't what you're like in Avalon." Strong hands controlled the way her body slid down his until his cock brushed against her folds. His demeanor changed in an instant, turning wicked and playful. "There's a reason I got you so wet, kitten. Relax, this might hurt just a bit."
Archie wiggled, almost purring as his crown pushed inside her. There was no pain, just an insane need to feel him filling her up again. Inch by inch, he slipped inside her. A constant, steady downward slide that didn't stop even when things got...uncomfortable. A whine rippled in her throat; she tightened her legs around him to stop her descent, but Jasper let her keep taking him.
