Page 14 of Merry Christmas To Me
Archer’s hand tightened on my hip as the other one braced all his weight above me. “If I only get you for a couple of weeks, I get you every fucking night, Sia,” he declared.
“Just sex,” I repeated.
Archer didn’t agree or disagree, but something changed. His lips slammed down on mine and there was a bit of challenge in his kiss. I kissed him back with the same desperation, but it felt like Archer was trying to consume me, where I was just trying to keep up.
Before I knew it, I was ready to explode again. My body was coiling, and I could feel the heat ready to splinter to every nerve ending in my body. I had to break off the kiss. “Archer…I…”
“Good girl,” he breathed into my mouth. “Keep cumming for me.”
“Archer!” My entire frame bowed, and pleasure erupted like a starburst all throughout my body.
“Fuck,” he growled out, but soon his body stilled, and it was a magnificent sight to watch Archer Bentley lose himself.
After a few seconds, he collapsed on top of me, then rolled us over until we were spooning like an honest-to-goodness couple.
And it felt nice.
But soon, our breathing leveled out, and I was close to just closing my eyes and falling asleep when something occurred to me. “Archer?”
“Yeah?” His voice was low, but steady.
“Do you not like Christmas?”
His arm tightened around my waist. “No,” he answered. “I like Christmas just fine.”
“I didn’t notice a tree when we came in.”
“I don’t see the point in decorating since it’s only me,” he answered.
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him about his family and friends, but that didn’t fall under the ‘sex only’ category. I made a deal, and I was not going to go back on it. I was not going to be one of those wishy-washy emotional females who confused good sex with something deeper.
I was the one who insisted that this be sex only; I wasnotgoing to start liking Archer Bentley.
So, instead, I stuck with the only safe topic between us. “You said every night,” I reminded him. “Did you mean that?”
“Fuck yeah, I meant that,” he quickly replied. “I told you last week to make sure you packed a bag.”
“I have a job, Archer,” I told him. “I can’t just-”
“I’m having you every night, Sia,” he cut in.
I attempted to sit up, but his arm yanked me back down. I let out a frustrating breath. “That’s easy for you to say because all you have to do is head downstairs. I’ll have to get up early to go home, get ready, and then head to work.”
“And that’s why I told you to pack a goddamn bag, Sia,” he grumbled behind me.
“It’s one thing to pack a change of clothes, Archer,” I grumbled back. “It’s quite another thing to pack my entire bathroom.”
“Why in the hell would you have to pack your entire bathroom?”
Christ, was the man really that clueless?
“While I’m sure it’s a magnificent thing to be able to wake up, wash your face, brush your teeth, and walk out your front door looking like a Greek god, us women aren’t so lucky,” I replied drolly.
“Sia, you look beautiful with your hair down and you don’t need any makeup,” he remarked, and it felt too much like a genuine compliment that I didn’t need from him.
Sex only.
“The professionalism in me strongly disagrees.”
