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"Mm, I wouldn't mind it one bit, but I might have to break some necks that strain too far." So, possessive of him. I like it.
I sit down next to him, not too close to touch him but close enough that I can smell his cologne. A hint of vanilla and spices. Yummy, he'll be my favorite dessert tonight. "So, do you want to ask the first question?"
"Well, technically, that was a question." I smack him playfully on his arm. "Ow, fine, yes, I'll go first. Hmm, let's see, what do I want to know about you? How about the classic, what's your favorite color?"
"My favorite color is lilac. It's such a calming color. How old are you?" Yikes, was that too forward.
"I'm twenty-nine. Too old for you?" He's younger than I thought.
"No, not too old, silly; I'm twenty-six, so you're not that much older than me."
"What do you like to do for fun?" This is a somewhat loaded question for me.
"Well, fun is tricky in our line of business, but I do love to read and go on hikes. I love the outdoors; it makes me feel safe and, at times, cozy. But not when it's snowing or raining. I do not like wet weather and the constant feel of being wet."
He's staring at me. "Interesting; I would've thought you loved that feeling."
I instantly blush, realizing what I said. "Anyways, why are you single?"
"Wow, you're really asking the heavy questions instead of the soft and fluffy ones. I guess I'm single because I haven't met anyone worth my time. Well, that's until I met this girl from a distance while she was being interviewed." Is he talking about me? Before I can ask him, he asks me, "What's your dream vacation?"
I think for a minute, "I think that my dream vacation would be going to France and traveling all over there. Maybe hit a few other countries in Europe. I've never been out of the States except to go to Canada. But does that really count since we're so close?"
"I've never been to Canada, so it counts. I've been to France, though, and it is an experience. The food is amazing, and the views are spectacular. My sister has a vacation house there, so it was always easy to just get a plane ticket."
"That sounds extremely calming. All my sister has is her own house. I get it, too. She has one room in her closet and the other room in her design studio. It's a pretty cool setup. You'd probably like it for all the color."
"Well then, I can't wait to meet her. Your turn to ask."
"When did you lose your virginity?" This game is starting to sound exactly like how it used to sound in high school.
He chuckles, "I'm still a virgin."
I stare, my mouth agape. Well, I was not expecting that. "I-I'm sorry."
That little asshole starts dying laughing. He laughs so hard he starts to cough. Yep, I am now planning his death. "You actually believed me? After what we did in your office? You think an amateur could do that." He's still laughing.
"Well, it wasn't that good anyway."
The laughter cuts off, and I think I may have made a mistake
by saying that. The way Archer is looking at me is all predatory. There's nothing sweet about it. Yes, I made a mistake saying that.
"It wasn't good, huh? I didn't even have to use my fingers to make you shake. You did so in less than five minutes. And don't worry, little fox, I checked my watch, so I know it was less than that. Your little joke is not valid when you have evidence that invalidates it. But surely, if you need more proof, I'm more than happy to oblige."
Yep, my underwear are obliterated. I'm almost positive I'm dripping down my thigh. It's so embarrassing because that alone is all the evidence he needs. I make the best decision of my life and walk up to him on the couch to get on my knees. He's staring down at me, but it feels like I hold all the power.
"Let me show you how a professional handles her business since you are a virgin and all."
I look down, and it's noticeable that he's hard. I mean, I really can't miss the thing. I can't believe I joked that it was a Vienna sausage. On my knees, I look up at him and smirk while I go to his waistband. He helps me get the sweats down to his knees. Now I'm staring at his boxers. Am I actually going to do this? Right here, right now? I
mean, he did give me something, so now it's my turn to repay the favor. I look up at him and say, "You sure you want this?"
"From the moment I saw you open your mouth in that damn interview." Well, that was a while ago. I bring his boxers down, and he lifts up a little to help. Now I'm staring at all of him, and it looks incredible.
I bring my hands up his thighs and to his penis. With one hand, I start to jerk him a little bit. I need to know what makes him tick and what he doesn't like. He groans when I grace his tip with the tip of my finger. Well, that's a soft spot. I lean forward and lick the tip. I'm almost positive he shudders. I start to move faster, licking up and down. When I begin to suck his tip, he buckles and grabs my hair. Thank God I had it up already.
He tastes like fresh sin. My mouth starts sucking him, and I keep going deeper down. I start to go faster, and he grabs my hair to coax me down more. I can feel when he's about to come because his legs around me stiffen.
