The cabin Archie bought on the Huxley estate is stunning, as are they all. It’s as big as the house we live in now, but bordering the edge of a small forest on my family’s estate. But can I really picture myself living there?
‘Maybe one day, but first I have two-year medical post qualification training program. I didn’t get this degree for fun. I’m going to be a doctor. Belfast would be a great compromise for both of us.’
Archie’s lips purse together thoughtfully. ‘Where do I fit into this scenario? You know I can’t remain as your security once we tell your family about us.’
‘I know,’ I sigh. ‘But I’m hoping they won’t insist on another bodyguard. After all, no one has more incentive to protect me than you.’
The intensity of his stare penetrates my soul. ‘So, youdowant me to go to Belfast with you?’
‘Yes! As my boyfriend, though. Not my bodyguard.’
My heart hammers in my chest, waiting for confirmation of what I’d wrongly assumed was a given.
‘You’re not ashamed that we’re worlds apart, socially? I’m never going to fit in with your doctor friends.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ My fingers continue to caress his taut stomach.
He stiffens beneath my touch. ‘That’s what you said to Harrison when he asked if we were together. Only I’m pretty sure that night your tone was filled with way more disgust.’
‘My disgust was aimed at him. Not the suggestion of you and me. Fuck, Archie, you know how I feel about you. I’m crazy with lust anytime you’re near. I think about you every second of every day. I had no idea this is what love felt like. You might be my first love, but even I can tell what we have is something phenomenal. Something that some people never experience in their entire life. How did I get lucky enough to find it so young?’
‘You are so young. It’s one of the things that worries me.’ His Adam's apple bobs up and down. ‘Your ambitions are very different from mine. One day, I’d like to move back to Huxley Castle. To go home. Is that something you see inyourfuture? After you finish your training?’
Torrid flames in his irises indicate this is a deal breaker for him.
His fingers travel over my spine, darting over the back of my lace bra. ‘You know, I consider your family as my own. They welcomed me as so much more than an employee. They saved my life. Offered me friendship. My own home. I’m closer to them than my own blood. Your nephew and niece are already like my own. I don’t want to lose that connection. I might never have another one like it.’
‘You won’t. And one day, that connection will be made official. I remember you promising you were going to marry me.’ My hips press against his suggestively. Damn that towel.
‘Careful, Vic, that almost sounds like a proposal.’ Devilment dances over his full, plump lips. I glimpse a flash ofmyArchie. Thank God. We’re okay. Everything is going to be okay.
‘You wish.’ My palm bounces off his chest as I shove it playfully.
‘So, a few years in Belfast. Then maybe home?’ he checks.
‘It’s not hard to picture us together at Huxley, with a family of our own, raising children alongside my sisters. But not yet. Not now.’ To be honest, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to settle at Huxley as an adult, but if it means that much to him, I’d try.
‘You want children?’ His tone is tainted with hope.
‘I wantyourchildren.’ I tug at the white fluffy towel round his waist. It drops to the floor silently. ‘So, we’d better get practising, so we know what to do when the time is right.’
His hard length presses against the thin fabric of my panties, another stunning set from Sublime Secrets.
‘I know exactly what to do, baby.’ His fingers whip the lace aside and swipe across my sex. A carnal glint lights his eyes as he sweeps over my secret slickness. Nudging my bum up to rest on the bathroom countertop, he parts my thighs wide.
His mouth fastens against mine as he continues his relentless assault on my sweet spot. ‘You. Are. Soaking.’
‘You have that effect on me.’
‘Ditto.’ He nudges his erection against my entrance while his thumb moves to circle my clit.
‘If you keep that up much longer, I’m going to come all over the tip of your cock.’ My lips murmur against the pulse throbbing in his neck.
‘Quite the dirty mouth you have, young lady.’ His voice is husky as he nudges into my centre, inch by glorious inch. ‘No one in their right mind would treat you like a child if they heard the filth that rolled from that pretty little tongue. I hope your speech tonight is a lot cleaner.’
‘Archie, I…’ Words escape me as he pumps me long and hard. My fingers grip the marble, hanging on as his every thrust pushes me closer to the edge.
His tongue plunders my mouth, teeth nip at my lower lip and that thumb increases the pressure on my clit. The world evaporates around us. All I can see and feel is him as my orgasm rips so powerfully through me it’s debilitating.
