Page 179 of My Ruthless Neighbor

He lines his cock with my entrance and drives inside me in one go. Groaning, he rests his head on my collarbone. “You make me feel alive.”

My arms close around him. He draws back a little and stares at me. “Dig your nails in my back, baby. Make mefeel.”

I do as he says, I dig my nails in his skin, mark him, and make him feel as he begins moving.

My ability to breathe is wrenched from me by his powerful thrusts. He works me hard, and I love it.

He sucks my nipple, fists my hair, and fucks me like I’m his.

Iamhis.

I writhe beneath him and the tension in my belly intensifies when I feel his finger sliding between my legs. My eyes drift shut.

“Open your eyes.”

I try but fail to do so.

“Summer.”

I open it and a ghost of a smile touches his lips. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Your orgasms are mine.”

“Yes.” I cup his face. Then, “But are you mine?”

That’s when my second orgasm creeps up on me, leaving me a shaking mess. Tears leak from my eyes, the climax turning me boneless.

That night he fucks me one more time before going back to sleep. And as I lay in his arms, awake, I try not to think how he never answered my question.

???

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of barking. I chalk it up to a dream but when something jumps on me, my eyes fly open.

“Goldie?” I stare at the shocking sight of him walking all over Archer’s bed.

I find a robe draped on the chair beside the bed. I reach it and quickly put it on. It is so big, my frame is drowning in it.

When I turn, I find him rolling over the mattress, shedding his golden hair all over Archer’s dark sheets.

Climbing on the bed, I take him on my lap. “You can’t do that, Goldie.”

He licks my chin.

“You missed me?” I kiss his head. When he licks my face again, I squeeze him in a hug. “Aww, I missed you too, bud.” I am in the middle of nuzzling him when I freeze.

Pulling back, I stare at him. “How did you get here?”

Putting him back on the bed, I fetch my phone from the nightstand. There is a text from Archer.

Archer: I went to pick up your dog from the daycare when they’d called your phone this morning. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you.

Oh, there’s another one.

Archer: I’m volunteering at the dog shelter right now and will go to work directly. I’ve left your breakfast in the oven.

I’m smiling wide by the time I get to the third and final text from him he sent little over an hour ago.

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