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“Well, I love it.”
“You want a drink? Water, tea, something stronger?”
“Something stronger sounds good.”
Ionee wandered off to her kitchen while I looked around. Art filled the wall. Some of it, I guessed, was hers, some seemed to be other people’s—all of it was erotic.Fuck, this is not what I need right now.
“Hey, I appreciate the offer, but I should go,” I mumbled as I moved to the front door, but she was in front of me before I could get there.
“Take a seat, Archer.” Her voice was low and commanding and again made me want to do as I was told. “What’s going on?” she asked as I sank onto her sofa while she moved back to the kitchen to pour us both a drink.
I frowned, shrugging. “Not sure what you mean.”
“You, you’re like a skittish puppy. One minute I think we’re having fun… that we have a connection and then you’re running.”
I picked something invisible off my jeans, trying to think of what to say. “I poked you with my hard dick in a club. I was embarrassed.”
Smooth Archer.
She giggled, handing me a whiskey before sitting next to me, curling her legs up under herself. “Embarrassed that you had a hard on?”
I raised my eyebrows.
“I like that I made you hard. It showed me that I’m not imagining our connection.” Laying her hand on my thigh, she looked up at me from beneath her long brown lashes. “I’m not making it up, am I, Archer?”
“No.” I downed my drink in one, feeling the burn spread through me. “I-I’m not very good at this,” I admitted.
“At what? At erections? You felt pretty good to me.” She waggled her eyebrows, making me smile. “There, isn’t that better?”
I nodded, glad that she’d broken the tension that sat heavy on my chest.
“Do you mind if I get changed? This dress feels like it’s trying to smother me.”
I shook my head and watched as she stood, bringing me the bottle of whiskey before walking to the bedroom area of the apartment. I thought she’d grab some clothes and head to the bathroom, but of course, she didn’t. Ionee turned her back to me, pulling her dress over her head, leaving her in just a strapless bra.Fuck, she wasn’t even wearing panties.
I poured myself another drink and took a huge mouthful as I tried to avert my eyes, but I couldn’t stop watching. Her caramel hair hung in waves over her milky skin, almost reaching the pert globes of her ass. I couldn’t contain the moan that fell from my lips as turned slightly, taking off her bra and letting me see the curve of her breast and the peak of her hard, rosy nipple. She pulled a short sleeved, white top over her head that fell off one shoulder. Lowering herself to her bed, she slipped on some matching shorts. Stretching her legs, and laying back, she lifted her hips as she shimmed them up her body. I tried to ignore the folds of her waxed pussy, but my racing heart and aching erection gave me away… again.
Ionee stood, grabbing a scrunchie from her bedside table and pulling her hair up into a messy bun. I downed another large mouthful of my drink, hoping my cock deflated before she thought I was some sort of deviant.
“Sorry, I have no shame,” she laughed as she walked back toward me, lifting her drink from the table, giving me a view straight down her top.
I’m going straight to hell.
“Hey, you lied. I thought you were no good at erections. Again, that looks like a pretty impressive one.”
I rubbed my fingers against the spot in between my eyebrows, hoping to erase the stress headache that was beginning to build.
She sat, twisting to face me, placing her hand on my thigh again, and I liked how it felt to have the heat of her body pouring into mine. “Archer. I like you. I’d like if we could be friends. It doesn’t have to be anything else. But it can be. I like sex. I like you. I think we could have some fun together. I’m not looking for a happy ever after or a marriage proposal. I want to make that really clear.”
I stood up so fast that my drink spilled from my glass, covering my top and jeans.
Seriously, universe. Are you having a laugh?
“Arch, you have had sex, haven’t you?” she asked, furrowing her brow.
“Of course I have… I just. God, I can’t talk about this. I’m going to go. You’re stunning. I’m just not…”
She stood, taking my glass from my hand and placing it on the coffee table with hers. And then she pressed a kiss to where my pulse pounded in my neck. “I sense a story, Arch, and I want to hear it. I want you to trust me. I want you to be honest with me. Let me help.”
