Page 70 of You Cake My Breath Away

A muscled arm wraps around my thigh, bringing my center closer to his mouth as thick fingers slide through my arousal. Fire sizzles down my spine when they push into me, pressing against my g-spot and ripping a whine from my throat.

“Feels so good,” I pant, head falling against the case, adrenaline pumping through my system.

He grunts, adding a finger and bringing me closer to the edge. My legs quiver from the strength of holding myself up while he ravages me, and my hips buck along with his fingers, hand pressed against the back of his head as I come.

Archer comes out from under my dress and stands, his fingers still at my pulsing core. He kisses me, long and deep, swirling my release on my over-sensitive clit before he removes his fingers and dips them into his mouth. The image alone threatens to make me orgasm again.

I think of the last time I was here with him, my arousal so high I almost touched myself in the bathroom. But this time when I come, he’s still there, still pressing kisses to my neck and chest, whispering adorations into my mouth.

I grab his waistband, heart thundering inside my chest as I deftly unbutton the jeans between me and his erection. Velvet skin meets mypalm when I delve into his boxers and grasp his shaft, pumping a few times for good measure.

Archer’s sharp intake of air as I lower to my knees is all the encouragement I need to taste him. His hand slams against the counter, gripping the edge as I lick up the vein on the bottom of his penis, swirling my tongue around the throbbing head and stealing the bead of precum settled there.

“Fuck,” he groans, hand resting on the back of my head.

In a teasing mood, I lick him a few times and take his balls into my mouth. He’s struggling, legs shaking, when I finally wrap my warm mouth around him. Taking him deep into my throat is near impossible with how large he is, but his groan gives me the strength to fight my gag reflex.

His hips move, shallowly thrusting as he stares down at where his cock disappears into my mouth. Our gazes meet as I take him as deep as I can and hum, vibrating his shaft in my throat.

He pulls out and reaches for me. “I need to be inside you right fucking now.”

“I don’t have—”

He whips a condom out of his back pocket. I laugh and roll my eyes. “Boy Scouts.”

“Dress on or off?” He smirks at my comment and sheathes himself.

I think about it for all of two seconds. “On.”

I’ve always wanted someone to be so hungry for me that they needed me right that instant, clothed and all. I bunch up my dress, and Archer lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His erection pushes against my center, easing its way in and letting me get used to the feeling ofhim.

There’s no warning before he slams me down onto the rest of his cock, and I moan so loudly I swear Deidre can hear it a block away. His thrusts switch between fast and slow, long and short strokes, pressing me back into the display case. It shakes with our movements, and a part of me worries it’ll shatter with the force of his thrusts, but like always, Archer knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“I’ll buy you a new case, but I’m not moving from this position.”

I laugh, and he responds by impaling me on his cock over and over again until I’m screaming my release into his neck and digging my fingers into his back. A few strokes later he’s grunting out his orgasm, nipping and pulling at my lip like he can’t get enough.

Archer sets my feet on the floor, and his smile morphs into a frown when his gaze lowers between us.

“Shit, it ripped.” He drags a hand down his face. “I’m sorry.”

The realization knocks me back a step. My cycle has always been regular, so I’m not worried about a pregnancy scare, but the idea of having a child with Archer reminds me I’ll never have one with Jessie.

My throat swells at the thought, and Archer’s hand is gripping his jaw so tightly I think he might crack bone. I can tell we’re both about to spiral, so I try to salvage what I can.

“It’s okay, Arch. I haven’t been with uh…anyone since Jessie, and I’m not ovulating.”

“I’ve always used protection and gotten tested regularly.”

He stares at the condom, and I scramble to fill in the silence. “I promise, it’ll be okay.”

“I’m sorry.” He’s stuck in this cycle until I wrap my arm around his bicep, coaxing his shoulders to relax. He takes a moment to get rid of the condom and grab a warm towel to clean us up before wrapping his arms around me. “Let’s order dinner and I’ll finish putting up the lights.”

Starry-eyed, I look up at him and sigh. “Thank you.”

His eyebrows bunch. “For the orgasm or the lights?”

“For the food.” I laugh, and he swats my ass and brings me in for another kiss. “I’m kidding. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

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