Page 26 of Single Mom's Christmas Wish

“You’re not my man, technically speaking.”

Archer crushes my lips with his. It’s a ravenous kiss, a savage kiss that is meant to completely dismantle me, to break me down into itty bits and pieces, and I am helpless before him. Helpless and needing and wanting more. But first, I must fulfill his desire in order to get to my own.

“Yes, sir,” I say when he releases my mouth.

Heat courses through my body as he smiles. “Good. Now, go.”

To my surprise, I gladly follow the order and make my way down the dimly lit hallway. I pass several wall-mounted mirrors, catching glimpses of my wide, brown eyes and ruddy cheeks. This man is playing me like a fiddle, and I am dancing to each note with sheer glee.

The master bedroom is stunning.

With quivering hands, I take my clothes off and leave them on the chair in the corner. My skin feels tight. My nerves tingle with a mixture of emotions, the thrill of anticipation the brightest, making my breath ragged and my knees weak. By the time I turn away from the window and the city’s mesmerizing view, Archer has entered the room with two glasses of wine.

“Fucking hell, you’re an incredible sight,” he says, his emerald-gold eyes glowing with desire. Slowly, he sets the glasses on the dresser to his left, then crosses the room with the speed and agility of a panther on the prowl. “Come here.”

“Where else would I go?” I say, smiling softly as he takes me in his arms.

He holds me tight, devouring me with a single, devastating kiss. I inhale him deeply, melting against his hard body as his hands roam up and down, feeling and squeezing everything in their path. His breath hitches when he digs his fingers into my full hips, tilting his own forward so I can feel his monstrous erection against my belly.

“I’ve been dying to do this from the moment I saw you, Dakota,” he whispers as he nibbles on my ear.

Thousands of electrical impulses course through my body, igniting each nerve and sending my entire being into a mindless overdrive. I can hear my phone vibrating in the other room. It’s probably a text message from Chelsea. I’ll read it later.

Our tongues wrestle for dominance. He tastes like mint and whiskey with the slightest hint of sin, sweet and delicious, just like I’ve imagined for so many nights now.

“Is this something you do often?” I ask as he takes a breath and looks at me.

His fingers deftly work their way back up, gently trailing invisible lines over my shoulders before they head down and clasp my nipples in a tight and playful pinch. “What do you mean?”

“This whole… meet a girl, share her with your brothers, but take her to your penthouse first.”

“Honestly, you’re the first woman to see the inside of this place,” he says.

I’m taken aback. “Seriously?”

“Ever since we took Trevor in, our lives have changed. We’ve done a complete one-eighty, Dakota. And frankly, I wasn’t the type to do that before we got him, either. We barely have time to ourselves these days, let alone to actually date a woman and build a relationship. But you’re something else, babe. You’ve got the three of us on fire.”

“I should consider myself flattered, then.”

“Or cursed. It depends on how you look at it,” he chuckles and kisses me again.

This time, however, he combines it with a tight squeeze of my nipples to the point where the pleasant sting spreads through my breasts and dissolves into my chest, causing a heatwave to ripple downward between my legs. I’m aching in my core, desperate for a turbulent release because that’s what this man is promising with each gesture: a complete consumption of my being.

I eagerly pull the hairband off his manbun. A cascade of sandy blond waves falls over his broad back and muscular shoulders. I run my fingers through his hair as he deepens the kiss, then proceeds to plant wet, hot pecks down the side of my neck. When his lips and tongue find my breast, it is the end of everything I thought I knew about foreplay.

His fingers massage and squeeze my soft flesh while his lips close around the nipple, and his tongue applies pressure, sending rivers of fire coursing straight to my core. My pussy aches, yet all I can do is let my hands explore his glorious body.

I memorize each rope of taut muscle and the silky feeling of his skin.

The impressive difference between his broad shoulders and his narrow waist, culminating with… “Oh, wow,” I whisper as I grip his erection with both hands, realizing that I want him deep inside of me right now. He’s fucking huge, his cock pulsating against my grip as I stroke him gently, up and down.

“Dakota, stop,” Archer says.

I freeze, and he raises his head to look at me. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you’re doing it a little too right, and I’d like to fuck you before I come as hard as you’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

I blink a few times, having a mental blockage until I pick up on the words and realize what he’s trying to say to me. His eyes are dark and hooded, smoldering embers of gold and green, as he pulls me away from the window and pushes me onto the bed.

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