Page 104 of The Strawberry Patch Pancake House
‘What do you need, sweetheart?’ he whispered against her temple.
‘Can we roll over?’
He moved them without breaking contact, settling on his back with Iris on top. ‘Better?’
She gasped as she rocked forward, the angle just right now. ‘Much.’
She leaned forward and he took her nipple in his mouth again as she moved, her clit rubbing perfectly against his pubic bone, his cock still filling and stretching her. It didn’t take long. The orgasm rolled through her, slow and heavy and tortuous, spreading and building and crashing. Archer held tight to her ass, his mouth never leaving her breast, amplifying her pleasure until she was shaking and crying with it. He clapped a hand over her mouth, a not-so-subtle reminder that they were supposed to be quiet. She whimpered against his fingers.
When she finally came down, Archer smiled up at her. ‘Again.’
Iris shook her head. ‘I can’t.’
‘You can. Give me another one, sweetheart.’
Okay, maybe she really did love this man.
Three orgasms later, Archer finally let go and came inside her, his stare never leaving her face. When they were done, she collapsed on top of him, and they didn’t untangle themselves until morning when Archer snuck back to his own room.
Because whatever the hell they were doing here, it was still way too soon to tell Olive.
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‘Iris!’
‘What?’ Iris opened one eye to find Olive’s face frighteningly close to hers.
‘It’s strawberry day!’
Iris groaned. Strawberry day. Dream Harbor’s latest festival. How could she have forgotten? The town had been abuzz with strawberry-themed preparations for weeks. Every business on Main Street was draped with strawberry bunting and displayed Strawberry Festival signs in their windows. Resisting an eye-roll, Iris sighed, this town really did go over the top for any seasonal festival.
‘Iris!’ Small hands shook Iris’s shoulder. ‘Iris, you said you would come with me and Dad, remember? You said. Iris! Remember?’
Iris reached out from her covers and put a hand over Olive’s face. ‘Where’s the snooze button?’
Olive giggled.
‘Liv?’ Archer peeked his head around the door. Iris burrowed further under her blankets. ‘I told you to leave Iris alone. This is her day off. Sorry, Iris.’
Iris pulled down her covers to find both father and daughter staring at her, Archer with concern and Olive with unrestrained impatience.
‘But she said she would come to the strawberry festival with us!’
Unfortunately, that was true. But that was also weeks ago. The promise was made before she’d caught whatever weird bug that Olive must have brought home from school. The little carrier had been fine all week, but Iris had been exhausted and queasy.
She rubbed her face and sat up slowly, letting the wave of nausea pass.
‘She’s right. I did say I would come.’
‘Yay!’ Olive clapped her hands and did a happy dance around Iris’s room. Archer scooped her up in his arms and she squealed.
‘Okay, well let’s at least let Iris get ready in peace.’
‘But the strawberries!’
‘They’ll be there all day, I promise.’ Archer deposited Olive in the hallway and then peeked back into Iris’s room. ‘You okay? I can take Olive alone, if you’d rather stay here.’
She’d much rather stay here, but she’d promised, and with her new tender feelings toward this damn man and his damn kid, she didn’t want to let them down.
