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“Yep. Thanks.” He keeps us moving, pulling me along in his wake. “Just doing my job.”
“The job is hard,” Steve calls out. “But someone’s gotta do it, right?”
“Uh huh.” Archer’s movements grow faster. But with every word and every step, the hardness in his expression makes way for something a little softer.
Charlie Fletcher hurts him. Steve Morris humors him.
“My life would be a thousand times better if the news just didn’t exist, Mayet.”
“Same.” I take out my keys and insert the right one into the lock just as soon as we reach the fourth floor. “But that’s why I have a Fifi.” I open the door and notice Chloe, Archer’s icy white cat, staring back at us in the dark. Then I look to him. “Get yourself a Fifi.”
“I don’t want a Fifi.” He follows me in and closes the door at our backs.
No one switches the lights on, and neither of us pays attention to the pussy who makes her way closer to rub on Archer’s leg. He shucks his coat off and tosses it to the rack by the door, then his keys hit the bowl. Finally, his fingers brush my hips and his lips crash to my neck.
He stands behind me, enveloping me in all things Archer Malone. His chest hugs my shoulders, and his arms wrap around my waist to keep me close. His cock is rock-hard as it presses to the small of my back.
His reasons for wanting to get laid are borderline toxic. But the fact he comes to me for peace makes it all better again.
His hands slide across my belly, and his tongue seduces my neck. He wants to forget his troubles for the rest of tonight… and I knew who I was saying yes to on the day we married. I knew what I was getting into. So I twist in his arms and wrap mine around his neck.
I’m in. Because I want to bring him peace. I want to make him happy, and I know I can do that with my body. With my acceptance, my love.
“Let’s go to bed.” I latch my lips onto his and swallow down his sigh as he slips his hands under my ass and lifts until I’m in the air.
But I’m never afraid when he’s holding me. I have nothing to fear as long as Archer Malone is around to protect me.
“I want to make you feel better,” I murmur so my voice echoes in the narrow hall. “I want to see you smile again before we sleep.”
“Fuck.” The moment we’re in our room, he stops at the foot of the bed and drops me so I land with athwump. “I love you, Minka.” He places his knee on the mattress between my legs and works to unsnap my pants. “You make everything better by being mine.”
I surrender to his touch. To his desperate need. I close my eyes and let him undress me. And when he lowers to the floor and drags my legs over his shoulders, I groan in the back of my throat as he pleasures me.
Because that’s what he wants. It’s what he needs to feel at peace.
“Oh god.” My hips twitch as his tongue rockets me toward my first orgasm. “Archer!”
ARCHER
My phone doesn’t ring while it’s still dark out.
In fact, it doesn’t even trill before I’ve had time to fuck my wife, shower, drink my coffee, and watch the ‘not a morning person’ woman stumble her way through our apartment.
Minka Mayet is an astute professional. Powerful in her work. Accomplished, despite her young age. But she has a dangerous dependence on caffeine and on not doing anything important before nine o’clock.
While she looks for her shoes—they’re by the couch—I perch my ass on the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, and settle in for an entertaining ten minutes in which she tries to straighten out her life, and I ignore mine.
Mafia family? Not my problem today.
Angry partner? Not here.
Dangerous job? Hasn’t killed me yet.
My wife is a murderer? With good reason.
We’re now a vigilanteteam? It was a choice I made. I don’t regret it.
Minka’s body? Mine to touch and taste whenever the fuck I want.
