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Tessa did as she was told, settling back onto Archer’s lap, giving us an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. Archer’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he fought to maintain control.

Liam leaned back, his hand casually resting on the bulge in his jeans. “Now, grab Archer’s hand. Use it. Show us how you like to be touched.”

Tessa took Archer’s hand and guided it between her legs. His fingers parted her folds, a low groan escaping his lips. She began to move his hand, her hips rocking in time with the rhythm she set.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I unzipped my jeans, pulling out my cock and giving it a slow stroke. Liam followed suit, his eyes never leaving Tessa as he began to stroke himself. The sight of her using Archer’s hand to pleasure herself was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“That’s it, Tessa,” Liam growled, his hand moving faster. “Ride his hand. Show us how you come.”

Tessa’s body trembled as she chased her release. Archer’s other hand snaked around her waist, holding her tight against him. His hips bucked upward, grinding against her ass.

Her movements grew more desperate and unrestrained, her hips rolling against Archer’s palm with rising intensity. Sweat glistened on her skin in the dim light, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from where they connected.

“Fuck, Tessa,” Archer groaned, his head falling back, his jaw straining with the effort of restraint. “You feel so fucking good.”

I couldn’t look away, my heart pounding as I watched her start to unravel. My hand moved faster, gripping myself tighter, mirroring the urgency of her movements. Tension coiled in my gut, threatening to explode at any moment. The room was filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths and flesh meeting flesh. It was a heady mix, pushing us all closer to the edge.

“Come for us, Tessa.” Liam’s voice was rough with need. “Let us see you fall apart.”

Her body arched, head thrown back against Archer’s shoulder as she cried out, the sound sending sparks down my spine. Her thighs trembled and toes curled as she came. Archer held her steady, his fingers pressed deep inside her as she writhed against him, drawing out every second of her bliss.

My muscles tensed as euphoria coursed through me, my vision blurring at the edges. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched Liam succumb moments later.

Archer thrusted upward as he came in his pants like a fucking teenager. Tessa slumped back against him, looking dazed and satisfied. He slid his hand from between her legs, his fingers glistening with her arousal as he brought them to his mouth.

A satisfied exhale left me. “Well, that was certainly a wild card.”

Tessa laughed as she shifted to sit sideways on Archer’s lap. Her skin still glowed with a post-orgasmic flush that made mewant to trace every inch of her with my fingertips. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Are you okay?” Archer pressed a kiss to her temple, his arms wrapping around her protectively. The tender gesture struck something deep inside me.

“Better than okay.” Her lips curved into a smile that could light up the darkest corners of my soul, and damn if I didn’t want to see that expression on her face every day for the rest of my life.

Chapter 25

Final Request

Archer

Iwas completely relaxed. It was an odd sensation when for so long I’d been laser-focused on my career and proving myself. But things were starting to shift, and I couldn’t keep moonlighting as a lawyer when I had a resort to run.

I continued typing on my laptop, finalizing the details of my departure from Stevenson, Blackwell, & Burke. The cursor blinked at me like a judgmental eye, questioning my decision to walk away from everything I’d spent the last decade building. But for the first time, the weight of expectations, both my own and others’, felt lighter.

A knock on my office door interrupted my thoughts. The door opened, and Evan and Liam stood in the doorway, their expressions uncharacteristically serious as of late. Tessa had left the day before, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t returning… unless they knew something I didn’t.

“What’s wrong? Is it Tessa?” A weird feeling of panic flitted through me.

Liam held a rigid envelope in his hand like it might bite him. “It’s from Morris & Associates.”Gavin’s lawyer.

I gestured for them to come in, closing my laptop. Why were they contacting us now? The will’s terms were clear.

Evan dropped into one of my leather chairs, but his usual sprawl was replaced with a tense posture. “A courier brought it by. Should we be worried? We’re making progress here. The restaurant is back on track, the honeymoon suites restored to being boring, reviews are better, and we’re...” He trailed off, but I knew what he meant. We were healing. Slowly, awkwardly, but healing nonetheless.

“Only one way to find out.” I reached for the envelope and tore open the tab. There were two pages inside.

“Well?” Liam had moved to perch on the edge of my desk, a new habit that would have annoyed me a few months ago. Now, I found it oddly comforting.

“Give me a second.” I skimmed the letter from the lawyer, and my heart rate picked up. “Gavin wrote us a letter to be delivered three months after we took ownership.”

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