Restraint snapped. My hips bucked into the heat of her mouth. She sucked, cheeks hollowing on repeat until I almost exploded. I sat upright and jerked away from her ministrations on a groan.
“Stopping?” She pouted.
“Hell no. I told you, no going back. Stand up,” I growled my orders.
We finished undressing each other. I freed my arms, and she worked my pants to the floor. Her hands traced up my thighs like she’d been waiting years to map every muscle. I slid her black dress over her head.
My gaze swept her body head to toe. Somewhere, HR wept. I didn’t care in this moment. Not when she looked like every fantasy I’d ever tried to outwork—curves, sweet and sexy, soft in all the right places. The air between us charged like an electrical storm.
“I like the way you look at me, Arch—like no other man ever has.” She reached behind her and undid the clasp of her nude lace bra, letting it fall. Perky, dusky peaks greeted me. I licked my lips.
“Take those off, too,” I demanded. The last thin barrier shimmied down her legs, revealing a perfect dark landing strip at the apex of her thighs.
“I don’t want to think about you with any other man,” I growled, gathering her back into my arms and laying her gently onto the bed.
“Good, because I can’t remember anyone before you.” Her laugh melted into a moan when my mouth crashed over hers in a kiss meant to claim and keep.
I explored down her body with nips and sucks, memorizing where she flinched, where she trembled, what stole her breath. With any luck, I’d be back to visit those places again one day soon.
“Open for me, baby.” Her legs spread wider, welcoming me. Through her folds I found the key to her undoing. My tongue traced her clit relentlessly, my palm holding her down.
Once she begged and whimpered, I added fingers, one at a time, each one stretching her, making sure she’d be ready for me. Then, the final touch—two fingers curved inside, massaging her special spot.
“Oh, Archer. I’m coming for you.” Her legs gripped my head in a shaking vise. I held my breath until my lungs ached, burying my face deep, tasting her honey as it came in wave after wave, sweet and so satisfying.
My name on her lips in repeated moans, I worked back up, along her skin, lingering at her pebbled nipples.
“Did you enjoy that?” Pretty sure I knew the answer.
“Mm. More? Condom? I have an IUD, but just in case…”
“Wallet. Be back.” I kissed her forehead and went searching, but my leather bifold turned up empty. I groaned. “Shit. Guess I never restocked.”
“Okay, man-whore,” she teased, the toe of her foot tracing along my thigh while I stood there gaping at my empty wallet.
“I’m not. Honestly. I’m at the tail end of a very long drought.”
“The end?” She sat up, head tilted.
“Yeah. Break the curse for me, Pen.” I sounded like a desperate man, begging. I fucking was.
“I’d be happy to help you with that problem.”
She got up and found her purse on the floor. The contents spilled across the nightstand until she found a foil packet.
“Emergency stash. Size XL okay?”
“What do you think?” I smirked.
She tore one open with her teeth, slid it on me with confident, deliberate strokes that blurred my vision. “What if you’re too big for me?”
“Trust me, I’ll make it fit,” I rasped, every muscle strung tight, anticipating the finale. “Lay back down.”
She pulled me with her, reaching down between us, guiding me to her entrance. She wet my tip through her slick seam, the sound obscene and perfect.
I teased there, sliding just the head in and out.
“Beg me for every inch.”
