“Oh, I’m not as good as my mom. She was magic with this guitar. I’m like… a third of her talent, and even that’s probably generous.”
“We’re going to have to work on your confidence, aren’t we?” He leans in again, kissing the top of my head with more pressure this time. “I heard the sounds you made last night, and it sounded like fucking music to me. So… I’m going to have to guard you while you play, but I know you’d bring in an audience… if you’re willing.”
Swallowing hard, I stare up at the man in front of me. My boss. My big, giant, older boss. My boss with a daughter two years older than me.
He’s the one guy on Earth I can’t want. The one guy I can’t have a future with. The one guy that’s completely off limits. Yet somehow, he’s the one and only man I’ve ever truly wanted.
I slept so soundly in his arms last night. It felt so right swallowing him down. It felt so good with his thick fingers searching around inside of me.
My clit throbs again at the mere thought of last night, though that’s not what I’m supposed to be thinking about. I’m supposed to be thinking about a trip to the city. The one place I’ve been desperate to go back to since I left. I’m supposed to be thinking about the guitar I’ve wanted fixed, and how kind it is that Archer wants to fix it for me. I’m supposed to be thinking about the gig he wants me to play, and what that would mean for my dreams, my future.
Maybe I wouldn’t have to tend bar anymore. Maybe Icouldsing like my mom.
Instead, all that consumes me are thoughts of crawling back into bed with my boss to see what kind of trouble we can get into next.
“Come on.” He pats my bottom again, this time with a little squeeze. “I know a guy who’ll take care of this within a couple of days.”
“You’ve already given me a place to live. I can’t let you pay for my guitar repairs too.”
He tilts his head to the side in playful jest, and I know what he’s thinking without a single word.That I can pay the balance in a plethora of ways. Or maybe that’s what I hope he’s thinking, because I most definitely can offer multiple forms of payment for the repairs.
“Oh… wait.” I sigh and turn toward him, my heart sinking. “I can’t go for a few hours. Walker texted me early this morning and asked if I could come in and help out. Apparently, someone called the health department on us and there’s a‘surprise’visit going on today sometime.”
Archer scrubs his hand down over his face. “Those fucking rednecks. They won’t quit.”
“You should go out to your dad’s hunting cabin today and see if you can find that old whiskey book. Not to mention that we can’t be seen coming into work together, anyway.” I run my hand down Archer’s muscular forearm. “Plus, you know Walker. He doesn’t want to be there as it is. If you show up, day off or not, he’ll bail the second you walk in the door.”
“I don’t want you there alone.” He grips my waist and pulls me in closer. “Not when I know your mouth can do the things it did to me last night.”
This comment makes me smile. “Really? I figured it was probably awful. I’ve never,” I purse my lips and shake my head, “not once.”
“I think that’s why it was so good. You were sloppy and unrehearsed.” His cock pokes at my hip as he talks. “Jesus. I said I wasn’t going to do this come morning.”
“What’sthis?”
“Climb all over you like a fuckin’ animal.” He bites back a growl and nods once before stepping back. “You’re right. I should probably head out to the hunting cabin today. You can take my truck into work. If anyone asks, just tell them you had car trouble and I let you borrow Tank.”
“Tank?”
“My truck.”
“You name your truck?”
“You don’t name your car?”
“No,” I laugh. “Why would I name my car? It’s a car.”
“Well, a truck isn’t just a truck. It’s Tank, and Tank has gotten me through some shit.”
“So if I’m driving Tank, what will you drive?”
“I’ll take Wes, the old farm truck. I should only be gone for a few hours.” He hesitates for a moment as though he knows he should stop there but can’t help himself. “Don’t forget the rules.”
I tilt my head back playfully as I head into the bedroom to change into my work skirt and the little black tank top with the distillery logo on it. I want to tease him more about the names he’s given his trucks, but I think the conversation about rules might be more fun. “What rules?”
He pokes me in the stomach playfully. “Don’t fuck with me.”
“We agreed the rules only applied when I was in your house.”
