Page 81 of The Mentor
“Excuses, excuses…” I shook my head.
“How could I know you’re becoming a little nymphomaniac?” he teased.
“Only in your dreams.”
We continued our lovemaking, changing positions and rumpling the sheets, before we returned to my riding him again.
“You like this position, don’t you?” he asked, slightly out of breath. “Is it because it gives you the illusion that you have control?”
“Don’t I?” Guiding his hands to my hips, I leaned forward, kissing him deeply, and lifted my butt just enough for him to intensify the pace.
“Ah, yes, Archer, it feels so good,” I moaned when he hammered inside me again and again.
“Good enough for you to finally admit that I’m your man?” Archer panted and locked those beautiful blue eyes onto mine.
“More, yes, yes, oh, Archer…” I leaned my head back, breaking eye contact, and feeling my insides start to convulse in sweet waves.
“Say it; say that you choose me,” he repeated and all I could do was lean down over him and stop his demands with more kissing.
Archer’s right hand slid up to the back of my head while the other wrapped around my waist, holding me in place while he made a last sprint of thrusts before he stilled inside me and moaned into the side of my neck. “Yeees. Fuck yes!”
I lay on top of him, out of breath, and weak-kneed from the intense lovemaking. When I tried to pull away, he tightened his grip around my waist, unwilling to let me go. “Just a little longer.”
“You shouldn’t have come inside me,” I said with disapproval. “I told you not to do that.”
When I got off the bed and started picking up my clothes from the floor, I repeated. “I mean it, Archer, don’t come in me again.”
He just smiled, but made no promises. Instead he said: “Let’s go to the beach! I think I’m in paradise. First I have amazing sex with you and then I get to go on a sandy beach with warm water.” He grinned. “Sex and the beach on the same day; ah, this is the life.”
He was too adorable to stay mad at, with him being in his paradise bubble, and I couldn’t help teasing him a little.
“Then imagine if we had sexonthe beach.”
Archer sat up. “We can have sexonthe beach?”
“Absolutely, because that’s what all people do when they want to hide that they’re having a sexual relationship.” I shook my head with a smile.
Archer threw his hands in the air. “I’m not trying to hide it, and I would definitely be up for sex on the beach.”
“But Iamtrying to hide it,” I said. “So if you want sex on the beach you’ll have to find someone else to have it with.”
“Don’t be stupid, you know I couldn’t do that. You promised to be faithful to me and obviously it goes both ways.”
I didn’t say anything, but secretly I was happy that he wasn’t flirting with all the women he came in contact with, the way Finn was.
“Why won’t you just admit that we’re good together?” he asked and lifted a hand to point a finger at me. “And just for the record: if you are pregnant, wearegetting married.”
I lowered my brows. “As if you and I could ever agree on how to raise a child together.”
He got out of bed and walked naked to his bag, where he pulled out a pair of shorts. “We’ll figure it out.”
I shook my head. “I’m not pregnant, and you won’t come inside me anymore, understood?”
He nodded noncommittally.
As we walked to the beach, he said: “I should be offended that you’re embarrassed to be with me. I’m like your dirty little secret, aren’t I?”
“I never said you were.”
