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My heart nearly bursts with unadulterated excitement and anticipation. I gaze deeply into his sparkling eyes, feeling a potent bond of trust vibrate through my entire body. A surge of invigorating energy flows through me. He makes me feel like I'm ready to take charge and ready to show the world, and myself, just how powerful and unstoppable I can be.
“Thank you, Archer,” I whisper, dropping my gaze to his mouth. I can’t help it. I want that mouth on me.
His lips part, and he lets out a soft pant. I think he is ready to kiss me, but instead, he drops his hand and steps back, striding to his desk to sit down again.
“Anything else?” he asks briskly.
Yes. Touch me again. Finger fuck me until I come all over your hand, and then drive your cock into me while I scream your name.
“No, that is all.”
He nods and goes back to his work, submersing himself in it while I back out, feeling happier now that I know I haven’t angered him. Quite the opposite. He seemed very pleased with me. Well, my work, anyway. I close the door and sit back at my desk, a happy smile on my lips.
“Good day?” Owen asks suddenly, appearing out of nowhere.
I turn to him. “Yes.”
“Is Archer being good to you?”
His earnest question makes me blink.
“Yes, of course.”
He nods slowly. “If you ever need anything, anything at all, you know where to find me.”
My smile widens. “Thank you, Owen. It’s tough starting in a new job. You helped me out this morning.”
“About this morning…” He trails off, looking at the Archer’s office door. “Are you okay?”
I hesitate but then clear my throat. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? All sorted.”
His eyes go darker. He knows I sidestepped the real issue, but I can’t talk about it with him. I have to pretend like it didn’t happen. Only in my deepest, darkest thoughts can I allow myself the truth of what happened in Archer’s office. I don’t need Trish thinking I’m a big slut who sleeps her way to the top, nor do I want to get Archer into any trouble.
It is my problem that I want him to do it again, not his. If he never touches me again, I will die miserable, but I will take that orgasm to the grave to keep me warm.
“All sorted,” he murmurs.
He walks into Archer’s office without even knocking, but I figure he doesn’t really have to.
I got what I needed from Archer for now, and that’s all that matters.
ChapterSixteen
Archer
The door openingand closing catches my attention, but knowing it will be Owen, I ignore it.
“You’re such a dick.”
“Never claimed to be otherwise,” I inform him, still not looking at him as I try with every brain cell in my head to focus on this fucking project in front of me. I’ve been staring at the same set of data for over three hours because my mind keeps wandering back to Bailey, touching her, knowing she is loyal, her absolute perfection, her submission.
I let out a soft groan. I wanted nothing more than for her to drop to her knees in front of me before and beg me for my approval. The thought is so arousing, the legendary control over my cock disintegrates, for the second time today, and it stiffens uncomfortably in my pants.
“What game are you playing with her, because this isn’t the plan? You aren’t supposed to be causing her panic and worry.”
“Who said I was?” I give up trying to look preoccupied with work and sit back in my chair to face him.
“I’ve been watching her all day. You stalked straight past her without a word, and it sent her into a tailspin. I thought she was going to vomit into her bin at one point. Not on, brother. You are the initiator. The one who drew her in and is supposed to keep her here.”
