Page 64 of The Mentor
“Then you tell him to get lost.”
There was something excitingly primitive about the way he carried me off to his cabin with decisive steps. I was an adult and I could do whatever I wanted to. Chuckling against his neck, I teased him. “Finn might not be easy to get rid of; he probably wants to join us.”
“That’s too bad, because I’m not the sharing kind.”
“Okay, but just so we’re clear, this doesn’t change anything. I still think that you are annoying, and just because I sleep with you tonight doesn’t mean you have any rights when it comes to me.”
The hell it doesn’t,” he said and tightened his grip around me. “It means you’ve picked me.”
“No, Archer. If you can’t separate the two, we shouldn’t do it.”
He moved effortlessly up the few steps to his cabin. “Hold on to me,” he ordered when he used one of his hands to open the door.
“I mean it, Archer,” I said when we were inside and he’d closed the door behind us. “Just because we’re both curious doesn’t mean I’m yours, so you’d better make up your mind. Can you deal with it or not?”
He was pulling off his thick sweater and kicking off his shoes. “Maybe making love to me will change your mind.”
“Don’t count on it.”
He responded with a kiss and, like a man on a mission, trying to prove himself, Archer undressed me with eager hands. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said when he had me down to my panties. “How do you want to do this?”
“Huh?” I had my eyes closed but opened them. “What do you mean, how?” I didn’t have much experience except for my monthly visits to the pleasure parlor where male sex-bots made sure I left relaxed.
“You want me to take you against the wall, do the reversed cowgirl, or maybe doggy style?”
My eyes expanded in confusion. “Ehhm,” I muttered meekly, because I had no idea what cowgirls and dogs had to do with anything.
“In my fantasies, we’ve done it in at least a hundred positions in this room,” he admitted and shook his head. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“It’s okay, I’ve thought about you too.”
“Yeah?” he asked in a sultry voice. “You did?” Every one of my nerve endings was on fire when he let his fingertips run up my arms to my shoulders and nape, before he cupped my face and gave me a deep and sensual kiss that sent shivers down my spine. “Then you must have an idea about what you want to do with me.”
An idea struck me, and although it was cruel I needed to push his boundaries a little like he had pushed mine. “In my fantasy,” I cooed, “I get to spank you back.”
“Are you serious?” He pulled back and his sultry tone of voice was replaced by a harder one. “If you’re asking me to bend over and let you spank me, then the answer is a big fuckingno.”
I pouted. “You did it to me.”
“That’s different.”
With a seductive smile, I let my fingers play with his hair. “Not even if I would let you fulfill one of your fantasies afterwards?”
He chewed on his lower lip, his brows closely knitted together. “Any of my fantasies?”
“Any of your fantasies where you don’t hurt me.”
“Oh, so you can hurt me but I can’t hurt you?” A slow grin spread on his face. “I should have known you Momsies fantasize about dominating men.”
“I can’t speak for other women,” I said and trailed along his lips with my finger while giving him another seductive smile. “But I really thought a big strong man like you could take a little pain.”
“I can, that’s not the issue.”
“Then what is?” I asked innocently.
“It’s…” He narrowed his eyes. “It’s humiliating.”
My shoulders fell in fake disappointment and I took a step back. “I understand.”
