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Mymouthdroppedopenas he guided me through the security gates to the double fronted, red brick house, unlocking the dark wooden door, and stepping to the side so I could go inside. “Oh, my God. This place is huge… and beautiful.”
“It’s home,” Archer replied, shrugging his shoulders as he threw his keys in a bowl on the console table.
I kicked off my shoes and walked into the wide hallway of his detached house in Chelsea, peeking into each room as I passed. The place looked old, but it felt modern and fresh, as if he’d had the whole place lovingly restored. Original fireplaces in every room, hardwood floors along with the odd creaky floorboard that made the place feel lived in.
“You want the tour?”
I wiggled my eyebrows, desperate to get my hands on him after our night of dance floor eye fucking. “Show me where your bedroom is.”
“Young lady, do I look like that type of man?” he asked with a look of fake horror on his face.
I stepped toward him, pushing my hand under the waistband of his jeans, feeling his rock hard shaft he’d been trying to hide for at least the last hour, listening as he groaned, pushing his hips forward.
“You absolutely do,” I whispered.
He pulled my hand out slowly, before wrapping his fingers in mine and leading me up the staircase to the third floor.
“This is my room,” he murmured as we stepped into the huge converted loft space. His enormous dark wood bed sat under a pitched roof, one side of which was mostly skylights, so the moonlight shone down on his black sheets.
A large, red armchair with a matching footstool sat in the corner in front of a wall of books, while a fireplace and brick chimney filled the wall across from the bed.
Archer opened a door to the side of the room. “Bathroom.”
I turned, groaning at the over sized jacuzzi bath, and walk in shower.
“Did you get someone to design this place for you? It’s stunning.”
“No,” he laughed quietly. “It’s all mine. I picked everything from the tiles to the floor plan to the flowers in the garden.”
“You have a garden?”
“A small one, but it has grass and everything!”
“For London, anything green is impressive.”
“Do you want a drink… something to eat?” he asked, his eyes raking over my body.
I shook my head. “Sit on the bed, Archer.”
He sat, curling his fists into the bedsheets as if he knew what was coming.
“You wanna play?”
“Yes,” he let out huskily. “So much.”
“Good boy.”
His eyes flutter closed as he moaned.
“Look at me, Archer.”
His eyes flew open and widened as I peeled off my t-shirt before taking off my leggings, kicking them to the side, leaving me in my red lace bra and matching shorts.
“You want my underwear on or off?”
“Do I get to touch you?”
“You might,” I replied, biting down on my bottom lip as I ran my hands over my stomach and breasts.
