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“I know the feeling.”

Jesus, my family is right. I’m one hundred percent, utterly in love with her.

CHAPTER30

A PAWN IN ARCHER’S WAR

Paloma

I’m still riding the high of my orgasm when Archer sits up and captures my mouth again in a heated kiss. His body beneath mine is hot to the touch, smooth and muscular. Everything about Archer—his intense gaze, his alluring scent, and his all-consuming strength—demand my surrender. And I’m too far gone to even consider fighting back.

“I want to do that again,” I whisper on his lips, while he fists the hair at the back of my neck, his tongue coaxing mine.

“Which part?” he asks amused.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I confess.

“Jesus.” He wraps his arms around my waist. “I’m never going to say no to that.” He deepens the kiss. “But I need a minute.”

“Okay.” I roll my hips into him, rubbing my breasts on his chest. “I love how you feel.” I hug him to me.

He chuckles, squeezing both my butt cheeks. “You truly are insatiable, Little Dove.”

“Is that bad?” I ask.

“No. I love that about you.” He nuzzles my neck.

“I bet your family thinks I’m a basket case.” I let my forehead fall to his shoulder. “I’m sorry about that whole Freya being my mom fiasco. I don’t know what came over me. Her face just seems so familiar. I wish I could show you Mom’s portrait.”

“Don’t worry about that. They understand.” He cups my face. “Paloma, tomorrow we need to sit down and have a long conversation.”

“Why not now?” I furrow my brows at him. “You’re scaring me.”

“It can’t be today. I have work to do.” He kisses my lips softly.

“If you’re busy today, then maybe I can go see Dad. He might still be at the hospital. That’s a public enough place for us to meet.” I pull back to look at him. “I need to talk to him about the portrait. I don’t care if he’s mad at me. This is too important.”

“It is.” He glances upward. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.” I smile at him.

“Then, give me until tomorrow morning. We can go see your dad if that’s what you want.” He slides his hands from my face down to my breasts. “Just promise me that no matter what, you’ll come home to me.”

“I promise.”

I can tell he wants to open up to me, but something is holding him back. Instead of talking, he fondles my tits. I know he’s only doing it to distract me, to get me to stop asking questions that he’s not ready to answer. But his long fingers playing with the fullness of my breasts is something I find very arousing. His size and my size; we shouldn’t go together. But we do. We fit so perfectly.

“I should probably go back downstairs and try again with your mom. I’m so embarrassed.” I kiss his shoulder.

“That sounds like a good idea.” He bends down and captures my nipple with his mouth. “Or we could stay here, and you can suck my cock again.” He wraps one hand around my waist and flips me so I’m on my back. He lands between my legs his lips still around my taut bud. “It’s been a minute.”

He doesn’t wait for my response. Instead, he climbs over me so his knees are on either side of me and his steely erection pushes past my teeth. He braces his hand over my head and glides all the way in. It’s an erotic dream to watch him use me like this. I suck on him eagerly while he fucks my mouth.

“I miss visiting your room at night to watch you sleep.” He pumps his hips into my face. “I miss making you take my cock while you dream. Do you miss it, Little Dove?”

Hot adrenaline like honey washes over me, burning every inch of me before it settles at my clit. I nod, pulling him to me as I rub my legs together to ease the throbbing at the apex of my sex. He continues to swell into me. And just when I think my body is going to catch fire, he releases me and moves down to claim my pussy.

He rides me hard until he finds his own climax. As always, watching him come is enough to send me over the edge. I fall along with him, holding him tight. I’m never going to stop wanting him.

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