‘Okay, sound. But I have someone coming to upgrade your alarm system this morning, so can it wait until after that?’
‘Sure.’ I slip off the table and switch Alexa on at the wall. ‘I’ll just listen to my audiobook while I wait. I’m at a really good bit.’
Archie shrugs and returns to flicking through the paper.
As I bring up my Audible app on my phone, it’s a battle to suppress my laughter. Poor Archie. He doesn’t stand a chance. And the best bit is, he has no idea. I haven’t had this much fun since Freshers’ Week.
Alexa’s voice booms across the kitchen, reading the kinkiest book I own. I turn it up as loud as it will physically go.
His hand skirts beneath the hem of her dress, fingering the silk of her crotchless underwear. Desire beats between them like a drum. A low moan of appreciation exits her crimson lips as his fingers penetrate her centre, sinking into her hot, tight pussy.
Archie’s head jolts up. The expression of sheer horror on his face is fucking hilarious.
‘Okay, Victoria, you’ve had your fun.’
My facial muscles twitch as I battle to keep them in straight lines. ‘Shh, they’re just getting to the good bit.’
“You dirty, dirty girl. Look at you, dripping for me. Everyone in this room is watching us. Watching you. But you know that. It’s the reasonyour pussy is pulsing beneath my fingers. You’re wound so tight, just desperate for a release.”
‘They’re in a sex club,’ I explain to Archie, who is staring straight ahead with a stony expression on his face.
‘I know what you’re doing, Vic —’
‘Shh!’ I wave my hand in the air, silencing him. ‘He’s about to go down on her in the club while everyone watches.’
“Alex, please.” She writhes as his fingers pump her slowly.
“Bend over the table and spread your legs like a good girl and I’ll think about letting you cum.”
The legs of Archie’s chair scrape forcefully over my varnished floorboards and he stalks towards me, pushing his washboard torso, clad in one of those tight white shirts he favours, right against mine.
Could it really be that easy?
I didn’t have him pegged for an exhibitionist, but if the hard length currently pressing against me is anything to go by, the prospect of my main character getting eaten out in a sex club definitely did it for him.
Torrid dilated pupils blaze into mine, blistering like an inferno. His hot breath brushes my lips, and his raw scent surrounds me.
A hand reaches towards my breast and I inhale a breath, trembling at the prospect of his touch, but instead of landing on me, it brushes past to the switch on the wall behind me to silence Alexa.
‘Is this how you respect my wishes?’ His pelvis remains pressed against mine. ‘Do you know how hard it was to walk away from you this morning? How hard it is to pick duty over desire, when I’ve thought about you day in and day out for the past five years? Rubbed myself senseless in the shower, imagining the feel of the walls of your sex.’
My stomach somersaults as a million butterflies flutter through it.
My hands gravitate to his broad, strong shoulders before sliding downwards across the hard muscle of his pecs.
Our lips are millimetres apart.
‘I want you so fucking badly, it’s unbearable. But I won’t risk anyone else I care about with my own selfish desires.’ He tears his body from mine, leaving it bereft and aching.
Who else did he risk with desires?
An ex?
The doorbell sounds before I can summon the courage to ask. ‘That’ll be the guy about the alarm.’ He readjusts his dick in his pants and breezes out of the room as if nothing happened.
Which I suppose is about right.
But I’m nowhere near close to giving up yet.
