Iknow this is Archer's book, but I've never had my cock sucked by another man. For the record, I liked it. He and Harlow could suck me anytime.
Also, don't tell Jules, but the way he banged her was hot as fuck.
Archer
If you're familiar with Clifton Strengths, it won't surprise you to know I'm number one Intellection. That means I think a lot. It's hard to turn my brain off. That might also be my autism speaking. When I sit down to work, I can stay still for hours.
Like tonight. After everyone went to bed, I sat down at my desk and started writing. The ideas flowed out of me like fresh blood. Although, from the first word, they headed in a totally different direction from what I intended. I rolled with it.
Believe me, I could have written a detailed description of Harlow's body and the way she looked and sounded when shefucked. I watched her closely, taking in every single detail, committing them to memory.
Instead, I focused on the screen in front of me. Dialogue and description. The nuances in her voice when she spoke. The flash of her smile. References to her freckles. So many references to those.
"What are you working on?" I didn't know Harlow got up until she placed a cup of coffee beside me. The steam rose off the surface, the aroma soothing and stimulating at the same time.
"The next big thing." I gave her a nod of thanks. "I might win an Oscar for this one."
"I don't know how I feel about that." She leaned against the edge of the desk. "On one hand, I'd love that for you. On the other, if this is about me…"
"You don't want the scrutiny." It wasn't a question. I knew she didn't. She was taking enough of a risk increasing her profile with two restaurants.
This could thrust her into the limelight faster than my dick into her wet, ready pussy. With the limelight came fans, people watching and cataloguing her every move, taking candid photos, stalking her social media.
Stalkingher.
"If you don't want me to finish it, I won't," I said. I tapped my fingers on the desktop as I thought.
"I'll make changes so no one will know it's you. My protagonist could be a ballet dancer or work in a pet shelter."
I'd have to give her fewer freckles. That made me so uncomfortable I shifted in my seat. I had a picture in my mind of what she looked like. Deviating from that took adjustment.
"That's probably a good idea," she agreed, visibly grateful I made the offer.
"Is it?" I twisted around and looked up at her. "When we find Hypnos and Zeus, will we need to keep killing?" That wasn'tthe simple question it seemed to be on the surface. Hunting and killing was all but ingrained on us at this point. Other people took holidays. We took lives.
She pursed her lips. "I don't know. Part of me would like to put all of that behind me, focus on my restaurants and living my life."
"But part of you remembers they're two monsters out of many,” I said for her.
She drew in a long breath through her nose and exhaled softly. "Exactly. I wish I could snap my fingers and they'd all, I don't know, shrivel up and die."
I managed a slight laugh in the back of my throat. "That would surprise a lot of people. When a bunch of men around them, and women too, disappeared into dust."
"That's the thing, isn't it?" she said slowly. "Theywouldbe surprised. Not all of them, but some. Plenty. People like Hypnos and Zeus are good at hiding in plain sight."
"Yes, they are," I agreed. "But we're better." We had to be. We were outnumbered by monsters.
"I hope we are," she said. "But if someone is trying to mess with us, maybe we're not as good as we think." Her eyes were laced with worry.
"Are you wishing you stuck to working alone?" I asked.
Having three others along for the ride was new for me as well. I wasn't sure I'd adjusted quite yet. Jules said he wasn't a people person, but neither was I. I was good at masking and pretending I was almost as social as those around me.
Maybe I should be more like him and be grumpy. Keep people at arm's length with my personality. I couldn't though, it wasn't who I was.
Besides, I liked having Harlow around. As long as I got some time to myself when I needed it, I'd be okay.
"No," she said slowly. "It is riskier, but I like that you all have my back. Not that I didn't enjoy it when it was just you backing me up."
