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I can’t control it any longer. The impulse to take her body and make it mine is clawing at me, desperate to have its way.
“Archer,” she breathes, letting go of me and pushing her tits further out.
I grip her wrists, holding her arms out to her sides. My tongue slowly slides up between her breasts, over her throat, and up the side of her neck.
She trembles and whimpers.
“Do you want me?” I ask in her ear, letting go of one of her wrists to slide my hand under her skirt. “Do you want me to fuck you in my office where anyone can walk in and see us?”
She clamps her hand around my arm. “No, Archer. Please, not here.”
Her heart is hammering in her chest. Her pulse is pounding wildly in her neck.
“No?”
“Please tell me what this is. Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I can.”
My fingers find her panties, and I pull them down, wedging my hand between her thighs. She presses them closer together, but all it does is encourage me to bury deeper.
I flick her clit, and she moans, soaking my finger. I smile, knowing she is teasing me with her words.
“I love having my fingers inside you, Bailey. Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”
“Yes,” she pants, gripping my shirt as she rides my fingers pressed against her clit.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Bailey, you are doing it for me, baby girl. Let me have you. Let me open the door and ride you on your desk where everyone can see us. What will they think of you? Will you care? Or will you only be thinking about my cock buried deep inside your hot. Wet. Pussy?”
“Ahh!” she cries and bucks against the door at her back, coming for me as I knew she would.
“Tell me ‘no’ again, Bailey, because I don’t believe you.”
This incredibly arousing, scorching hot moment is rudely interrupted when the door opens, and Bailey is shunted half-naked against me, tripping over her bag as her soft, gorgeous tits press up against my chest.
“Archer…” Owen stops speaking and takes in the scene in front of him, his face going dark. “What is this?”
“Not exactly what it looks like,” I say drily, helping Bailey to steady herself. “But it will be soon. We need to take her tonight.”
“Why?” Owen asks suspiciously, closing the door and leaning against it as Bailey pulls her ripped blouse over her breasts and folds her arms tightly. His eyes go straight to her, and he lets out a growl of anger.
He crosses to her as I back off. I need a second to get her out of my head. She is consuming me. It’s too dangerous. I played this game, not expecting to fall into her so badly I can barely breathe without her. I watch as Owen wraps his arm around her. She lets him and leans her head on his shoulder.
“Things are heating up. We don’t have time to wait until Friday.”
I lock gazes with him. I haven’t had time to tell him about Laura, that not being a conversation you can have out in the open or via text message.
He instantly catches on that something isn’t right, and that Bailey is in danger.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks quietly. “Will one of you please tell me what is going on?”
I take two long strides, and I’m in front of her again, breathing in that light perfume that is making my head spin. I reach out and pull her arms away from her. She tries to resist when I touch her breasts but stops when I gently place them back into the cups of her bra. I grab the two ends of her blouse and, hiking it up her ribs, I tie it off in a tight knot to keep her covered up as much as possible.
“You have to trust us, Bailey. Soon, everything will become clear. Can you do that?”
The tension simmers between us as her gaze meets mine with a thousand questions. My heart beats faster as I wait to hear her answer.
ChapterTwenty-Six
