Page 46 of Pretty Lies & Ugly Truths

“Mmmm…” he grumbles as he nuzzles against my neck. The light stubble that covers his jaw scrapes against my skin, causing goosebumps to break out over my arms and legs. I tilt my head to give him better access, and a low moan slips out as he bites down on the tender flesh. His hand slips under the hem of my t-shirt, gliding up over my stomach, coming to rest just below the curve of my breast.

He runs his thumbs in soft, teasing touches, never quite moving where I want him most. I push back, grinning in satisfaction as he hisses between his teeth when I rub my ass against his morning wood.

“I thought you had to get up?”

“I…uh—I do,” I say, moaning when his thumb finally brushes against my nipple.

“What time do you have to be at work?” he asks.

“Nine.” He chuckles at the little sound of protest I let out when he removes his hand.

Leaning over me, he reaches for his phone.

“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.

“It’s only eight fifteen,” he says, looking down at his phone before looking back at me.

“What time do you need to leave?”

“By…eight forty-five,” I answer, wondering where he is going with this.

“Perfect,” he says with a devious grin on his handsome face. “That gives me plenty of time.”

“Plenty of time for wha—oh,” I cry out as he rips the panties off my body, tossing them to the floor.

His large hands splay out on my knees as he gentlypushes my legs apart. “Plenty of time for this,” he purrs before running his tongue up my slit.

“Your pussy tastes so good. I could spend forever with my head buried between your thighs.” He gives me a few more lazy licks. “But since we’re pressed for time, be a good girl for me, and let’s see how fast I can make you come.”

I blush furiously from his words. My God, the things this man says. No one has ever talked to me like this, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

He buries his head between my legs, eating my pussy like a man starved. When the flat of his tongue begins to circle my clit, it takes no time at all until I’m crying out in pleasure.

In the end, it takes less than five minutes, which leaves me plenty of time to return the favor in the shower by dropping to my knees and worshipping his cock.

When I get to work,I’m relieved to find the discomfort I felt from before has gone.

It’s good to be back. I think maybe Jane was right. It seems like some time off really did help me reset. I feel more like myself again, more relaxed—though some of that could be contributed to Archer and the regular orgasms he has been giving me.

Work goes by uneventfully, and at a little after two, Natya comes in to relieve me.

“Well, well, well…look who’s back,” she says, engulfing me in a playful hug before pulling away, lightly punching me on my shoulder.

“Oww—what was that for?”

“That’s for not calling to let us know you got home okay.”

“I sent a text the next morning,” I argue weakly

“Then,” she continues on as if I hadn’t spoken, “you disappear on us for an entire fucking week. Where the hell have you been?” Guilt settles heavy in my gut at the real hurt in her eyes. I don’t know why, but I guess I assumed she wouldn’t care. I can see now that I was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” I say, wringing my hands. “It’s…kind of a long story.”

She spins around, making a big show of looking around the now empty store. “Well—it looks like we have the time. Now, spill!” she demands.

I launch into the story, telling her about how I ran into Archer after leaving the bar and then spending the past week at his house by the beach. Not wanting to talk about the attack or the break in, I leave out the circumstances surrounding our meeting. It ends up making it sound like some whirlwind romantic getaway instead of the fear inducing, pseudo kidnapping it truly was.

“Holy shit, that sounds like one of those smutty books you like to read so much,” she says waggling her eyebrows. I fight the blush I can feel already staining my cheeks. If only she knew just how true that statement really was.

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