Page 19 of The Soul of Archer
"What I mean Tigress, is that from the day I met you there was something about you that I couldn't explain or shake. You're constantly on my mind and I don't mean as a client. Hell, I bet if you knew even a quarter of what passed through my head this last week you'd run." He explained.
"Why don't you try me before you start making assumptions Archer." She shot back.
Lance slowly sat up. Without giving her a chance to so much as blink and despite his hip screaming in protest, he had her straddling his lap in an instant. Her hands flew to his shoulders to steady herself. His eyes locked with hers for a moment before his lips captured hers.
This wasn't the gentle kiss they had shared in the kitchen earlier nor the one they shared behind her bakery. This was hotter. He poured all the lust he had been feeling for her into it. Letting her feel what he felt for her. In his arms she whimpered as her kiss matched his. Their lips, tongue and even teeth were fierce. Both trying to overpower the other and neither giving in.
When she began grinding against him, he growled, feeling his dick hardening to stone in his sweats. God, he wanted her. To feel her under him, to slip deep inside her as she exploded into orgasm for him over and over. Finally, he pulled away, panting just as she was.
"Well...that was..."
"Alora, right now I want nothing more than to strip you and fuck you into oblivion."
"Holy hell..." She moaned. "I think I'd enjoy that." Lance leaned in and suckled at her neck. Alora gasped, her back arching as her hands slid into his hair. "Damn, you're driving me crazy Lance."
"Good. That's exactly how I've felt all week." He chuckled, leaning back. When her eyes met his again, he continued, "Look, this situation is unusual. You're a client with a dangerous and unpredictable ex hunting for you. And at the same time, I want you. Part of me is saying fuck the rules and take you. Yet, the rational side is saying now isn't the time."
Alora sighed, resting her forehead against his. "I know exactly what you mean. Our heads and bodies are the same damn page on that. While your feelings started the day we met, mine kicked in the day you kissed me at the bakery. I've been so confused about what to do. But now that I know you've been that way too, I think we can figure it out."
He cupped her cheek, "If my hip wasn't bruised we'd be going to bed right now and not sleeping till dawn..."
"I don't think that would be a good idea." She giggled.
He smirked, "True. But I would like you to sleep in my bed tonight. I just want to feel you against me. I got to admit, I like you in my arms.
"That makes two of us Lance." She nodded.
With one last soft kiss, Lance eased her off his lap. He then gingerly laid back down with his head in her lap. As he switched back on the TV, Alora smiled and began running her fingers through his hair.
***
Sam sat stiffly in front of his father's desk watching his parents. Behind the desk Ian sat with his chin resting on steepled fingers while Monica stood behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"So, let me get this straight. You found out this woman saw you kill Omar. She then went to Blackout Security, who in turn reported this to the authorities. You then pushed back the meeting in Houston by a week. Next, you went to her home Wednesday night, fucked it up more, tried to have her eliminated in BROAD DAYLIGHT and again failed. Now we have more heat on us. That about right?" Ian stated.
"Father, I...I..." Sam stuttered.
"Silence." Monica hissed. Sam's mouth closed instantly. "We told you to drop her when you met her again. But as usual you refused to listen. Now because of you, the deal with the Lobos and Fredrick is in jeopardy."
"No, it's not mother. Everything is on schedule despite pushing it back a week and the authorities know nothing. I never said anything about this to Alora, so she would have nothing to give them about this. This deal will go as planned." Sam rushed to assure them.
"It had better. In three weeks, we go to Houston to oversee the transaction. If there are any further...inconveniences, it will be you who pays for it son." Ian warned.
"Yes sir." Sam nodded, swallowing harshly.
When his father waved a dismissive hand, he wasted no time in hightailing it from the office. While he respected and feared his father, his mother scared him more. He had witnessed first-hand what she was capable of and he never wanted to be on her bad side. Once outside, he let out a breath. He stalked to his beamer pulling out his phone.
"Yes boss?"
"Where is she Carmichael?"
"We're still looking. She hasn't been back to her house since Wednesday. Wherever they hid her, it's well...."
"Goddamnit Carmichael! What am I paying you for if you can't find her!" Sam roared, peeling out of his father's neighborhood.
"We do know she's still going to the bakery. Had that man not been there she would no longer be an issue sir. He protected her. We will find her, and we will take care of it."Carmichael said.
Sam thought a moment, "No. Once you find her I want her brought to me. I will handle Alora St. James personally. She will learn what happens when you cross a Malconi." Sam ended the call, pulling into his own driveway. Yes, he would make sure Alora paid himself. He would show her true fear.
