Page 51 of The Proximity Effect

He groaned, his hands cupping my breasts fully now, his fingers teasing my nipples. “You’re driving me crazy.” His voice was low, almost growling.

He pressed against me, and I rocked my hips, eliciting a low moan from deep within him. His hands left my breasts, sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me closer to him. Our kisses became more urgent, more desperate, as if we were trying to consume each other.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. We froze, and Archer looked at me, his eyes dark with desire and frustration. “Expecting someone?”

I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath. “No, but I wasn’t expecting you to show up either.”

The knock came again, more insistent this time. Archer reluctantly released me, and I straightened my shirt, trying to compose myself before answering the door. When I opened it, Liam stood there, holding a tub of ice cream and wearing a grin.

“Room service.” He stepped into the room without waiting for an invitation. His gaze flicked between Archer and me, takingin our disheveled state, and his grin widened. “Am I interrupting something?”

Archer scowled, adjusting his shirt. “What are you doing here, Liam?”

Liam held up the ice cream. “Evan sent me. He thought Tessa might need a late-night snack.” He winked at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“Evan sent you with ice cream?” I took the tub from him and placed it on the nearby table. “At this time of night?”

Liam shrugged. “He saw Archer get on the elevator, and he thought it would be... entertaining.” His eyes gleamed with amusement and something darker, something that made my stomach flutter with anticipation. Was Evan about to show up too?

Archer crossed his arms, his expression stern. “Well, you’ve delivered your package. You can leave now.”

Liam ignored him, his gaze locked onto mine. “Or I could stay.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked at Archer, then at Liam, my mind racing with possibilities.

Archer’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his hand cupping my cheek. “What do you want, Tessa?” he asked softly.

“I want both of you.” My voice was surprisingly steady despite what was happening.

A slow smile spread across Archer’s face, and he leaned in to kiss me, his lips gentle but firm. Behind me, Liam pressed against my back, his hands sliding around my waist, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on my neck. I moaned softly, my body melting into their touch.

Archer broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. “You want us, Tessa?” he murmured against my lips. “Then you’ll have us, but we do this my way.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and I nodded. “Yes.”

Archer’s smile turned predatory, and he stepped back, his gaze sweeping over me and Liam. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Liam and I exchanged a glance, then began to undress. I pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied out of my panties. Behind me, I heard Liam’s clothes hitting the floor, and I turned to face him, my breath catching at the sight of his naked body.

Archer watched us, his eyes hooded, his expression unreadable. When we were both naked, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace a line between my breasts and down to my stomach before he cupped me between the legs.

“Get on the bed and sit on his face.” His voice was barely more than a growl, and my clit tingled with anticipation.

I stared at Archer, my brain short-circuiting for a solid three seconds before his words fully registered.Sit on his face.My cheeks burned hotter than a preheated oven, and I could feel Liam’s gaze on me, heavy and expectant. My body, however, seemed to have no problem understanding the assignment because a rush of heat pooled low in my belly, and my thighs clenched involuntarily.

“Uh…” I stammered, my voice cracking like a poorly baked soufflé. “You want me to… on his…?” I gestured vaguely toward Liam, who was already lying back on the bed, his hands behind his head, looking entirely too smug for someone who was about to have a face full of me.

Archer’s lips curved, and he stepped closer, his fingers brushing against my hip. “Yes, Tessa. On his face. Unless you’d rather not?” His tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a challenge that made my stomach flip.

“No… yes, I mean…” I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “I’m processing. I’ve never… oh, geez.”

Liam chuckled, and he reached out to grab my wrist, tugging me toward him. “Come on, Tess. Don’t overthink it. Just sit.”

“Easy for you to say.” I let him guide me onto the bed, my knees sinking into the soft mattress. I hesitated for a moment, hovering over him, my hands braced on either side of his head.

I glanced at Archer, who was standing at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest, watching us with an intensity that made my skin prickle. His expression was unreadable, but the way his eyes raked over me left no doubt that he was enjoying the show.

I lowered myself onto Liam’s face, and the moment my thighs brushed against his cheeks, his hands came up to grip my hips.

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