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Apparently not willing to wait another second without touching again, Archer crawls across the bed with nothing but his pants on. “I’m dying to fuck you, baby,” he begins, wrapping his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and tugging. He easily pulls them down my thighs and takes them off of me completely. “But first, I’m going to eat this pussy—my pussy—the way it deserves. You just have to be quiet for me, okay?”
I nod, my head falling onto the bed when he spreads my thighs open and begins to do exactly what he promised.
And then Archer introduces me to the mile-high club…twice. Except the second time, his thrusts are slow, and it feels like so much more than just the two of us using each other’s bodies for a release.
CHAPTER 41
ARCHER
The weekend wentby far too fast, and for the first time in my life, I’m dreading walking into the office.
Leaving Winnie alone at the house today sucked. I wanted to spend all day with her doing the most mundane things, and the moment I walked out the front door and felt like I left my heart back at the house, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I’ve fallen in love with my wife.
I’ve never been in love. It was never a desire of mine to fall in love, but it didn’t stop it from happening. I’ve fallen deeply and insanely in love with Winnie, without even realizing it was happening. Leaving the house this morning knowing I’d have to go all day without seeing her felt like I was plucking my heart from my own chest and placing it somewhere else, hoping nothing would happen to it in my absence.
And the realization is completely terrifying.
“You okay?” a stranger asks in the lobby of our headquarters. I’m stopped just in front of the security line, undoubtedly holding up the line of people trying to start their Monday morning at work.
I nod, rubbing over my chest where it feels like there’s pain when nothing’s even happened. “I’m fine,” I grunt, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment.
My head spins as I wonder how the hell I got here and whatI’m going to do about it. I’ve done everything—even begged—to get Winnie to trust me, and she still hasn’t told me she does. It feels like slowly, she’s let her guard down for me, but I still don’t know how she truly feels.
If she doesn’t trust me, I can’t ever expect her to reciprocate my feelings. It’s a hard fact to come to terms with, but I also know that no matter how she feels about me, I’m too far gone.
I’m in love with her. My dad would be furious if he knew. The first thing I was ever taught was to never trust a Bishop. The way my great-grandfather was fucked over by hers will forever haunt my family. It was casual dinner talk about how one day the Moores would get their revenge. And now I’ve gone and fallen in love with the one woman in the world I shouldn’t have.
But there was no stopping it. It was hard not to. The early morning walks, the easy dinner conversation, I was left with no choice but to fall head over heels for the amazing, caring, beautiful woman she is.
Now, I just have to make sure I hide it from my father. It’ll be the first thing I truly hide from him, but if he knew this business transaction had turned into more, I fear what he’d do.
I take a large inhale, getting my shit together before walking through the security line. My head needs to be in the game and not muddled with thoughts of Winnie. My dad’s already going to be pissed at me for not returning his calls this weekend or coming into work, so I need to be prepared with whatever version of him I’ll get when I walk into his office.
The elevator ride up to the top floor seems like it takes an eternity. I tuck myself into the back of the crowded space, my hands in my pockets as it climbs higher and higher. I should be looking through my emails to see if there’s any hint of what I could expect from my dad, but instead, I pull my phone out to text with my real estate agent. There’s something I want to show Winnie tonight when I get home, and I’ve got to get things in order for it.
Finally, the doors open on the top floor. With a sigh, I tuck myphone back into my pocket and step out. My assistant, Luther, waits for me, his eyes looking suspiciously nervous this morning.
“Good morning, Luther,” I say, giving him a tight smile.
Luther looks at me with a lost look, his mouth slightly hanging open.
“What?” I ask, confused as to why he hasn’t begun to tell me what I’ve missed since I left for the Hamptons on Friday.
Luther clears his throat, attempting to gather himself, but he’s already piqued my interest. He must realize I won’t relent with the way I intensely keep my gaze on him, my eyebrows raised expectantly as I wait for him to answer my question.
He scratches his neck. “It’s just that…you’re smiling this morning. It took me a bit by surprise, that’s all.”
The smile is wiped from my face, instead turning into a frown. Apparently, even Luther can tell that I’m in a better mood than normal after the weekend I had with Winnie.
“Tell me the situation with my dad. Is it bad?” I ask, completely changing the subject. I’ve always respected Luther. He does his job well, but I don’t need to tell him that the reason I can’t stop smiling is because of a certain woman with the last name Bishop.
Luther tilts his head back and forth, his jaw clenching as he thinks about an answer. “I’m not sure about that,” he answers honestly.
I nod, not knowing if his words comfort me or make me uneasy.
“Is he in his office?” I ask, looking at the piece of paper he hands me to find out what my schedule is for the day. My entire morning is blocked off, something only me and my dad have the power of doing. Since I’m not the one who blacked out everything this morning, it had to have been him. My gut says I should definitely be feeling uneasy from that.
“No. He’s in conference room four,” Luther answers, his voice tight. He shifts on his feet, clearlyuncomfortable.
