Here, in Archer’s arms. Here, with his cock buried deep inside of me and his arm slung around me at night.
Despite the consequences, I belong right here.
He thrusts into me one last time and, like a dam breaking loose, I let go.
My nails dig into his shoulders, my neck bends back, and my entire body tightens and convulses around his dick as I moan out loud and free, like I’m not in his office surrounded by a bar full of people.
That was a mistake.
Ten seconds later, there’s a knock at the door, followed by the muffled voice of Walker, who sounds rather pissed.
I glance up at Archer, my lips parted, my heart still hammering. “Ignore it. I need you to claim me.”
He looks away, buying himself a second as though he wants to be the kind of man that doesn’t come inside a virgin at a busy bar, but the wild wins. “Fuck.” He growls once, loud and steady, thrusting into me one last time before he empties himself inside of me.
His orgasm is fast but steady, as I watch the wave roll over him. His shoulders curl down, his head rolls forward, and he continues to thrust in tiny microbursts of movement as Walker pounds on the office door.
It’s not ideal, but he’s easy to tune out given the massive cock currently sliding in and out of my pussy.
“Jesus Christ,” Archer pushes my thighs apart as though I’m strangling his length, “you’re so tight.”
I stare up at him, my mouth dry, my heart slamming. “I’m yours.”
Leaning in, he pulls me up from the table, lifts me off the desk, and I stay wrapped around his solid frame as he lowers down into his chair, kissing the top of my head. “That’s right, princess. You’re mine.”
Chapter Ten
Archer
I didn’t think this through.
If I had, I wouldn’t have done this in my office at work. I’d have taken Marin’s virginity on a beach surrounded by candles or in my fucking bedroom where we wouldn’t have been disturbed.
That would’ve been the smart thing to do. Now, I have to deal with Walker.
“I don’t know what came over me.” I swallow hard and lean into her soft face, enjoying the heat on her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. We didn’t even use protection. I—”
“I loved it!” She leans into my chest and lands her head against it. “Seriously. You’re… it was perfect.”
I nod toward the door. “I’m not sure Walker is saying the same.”
“I’ll get dressed, tell him that you were helping me pop a disk back into place in my back. My ex used to help me with that sometimes. It sounded sexual the way I’d moan, but it wasn’t really… obviously.”
I scoff at the thought of any other man ever touching her, even in the past, especially that asshole. If it were up to me, she’d always have been mine right from the start.
“Not sure he’s going to fall for that, but we should still get dressed. Sounds like he’s going to put an axe through the door any second now.”
My girl smiles and bounces up from my lap with the sweetest, softest moan.
God, I love her.
Love.
It’s probably too damn soon to say love. Hell, the fact that I’m even saying it to myself is probably fucked up, but… I’ve never felt like this before.
I’m obsessed. Completely fucking enamored. I can’t get enough. I’d do anything to protect her, to keep her safe, to make her happy.
Hell, my cock is hard again already, just watching her dress, just thinking about holding her tonight, just knowing she’s coming home with me.
