Page 34 of The Soul of Archer
He took the time to admire her. Her hair was braided and wrapped in a bun, stray hairs sticking out every which way. Her face was spotted with flour along with her apron and chef coat. She was in her element here. Looking so calm and collected, not like a woman whose life had been turned upside down. Smiling he walked closer and leaned against the empty table beside her. She glanced over and winked.
“You’re early.”
Lance shrugged. “Yeah, Ethan cut me loose. Whatcha rolling out there?”
“Sweet bread.”
“Need a hand?”
Alora giggled, “Ten minutes ago I would have said yes, but I’m almost done. But, you could grab that cookie sheet on the shelf behind you and bring it over.”
Lance followed her instructions. He watched in fascination as she put the rolling pin aside and using a flat cutter, quickly cut the dough into five strips. He then watched her braid the five strips before taking the braid and making it into a circle. She dusted the sheet with flour and laid the wreath on it then carry it over to one of the drying racks. Brushing her hands against her apron, she faced him once more.
“All done. Let me go get my stuff.”
He couldn’t explain it but watching her making the bread had not only fascinated him but had turned him on. When she walked toward her office, he was right behind her. Shutting and locking the door behind him, he was on her in seconds. His lips ravaging hers, his arms banding her to him. Alora moaned against his lips, her fingers threading through his hair. God, he wanted her. He backed them up so that she was now pinned between his body and the wall of her office.
“Lance, we can’t…”
“Yes, we can. You just have to be really quiet.” He teased, shoving down her pants.
“God…I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She moaned.
Lance growled deep in his throat. He quickly freed himself from his jeans. He reached a hand between her legs and found her wet and ready. Hoisting her off her feet, her back resting against the wall, Lance caged her wrists above her head and slid into her. His mouth swallowing her cry. She was hot and tight around him, her back arching allowing him to slide even deeper. When her hips began moving and her hands trying to grip the wrist of his hand pinning them, he started moving. His hips began pistoning into her, her hips matching his. Both moaning into the kiss. Their climax built fast and when they came it was intense, their bodies locking up as he emptied into her.
Lance held her, catching his breath. Then froze. His eyes snapped open as realization at what he had just done hit him. “Shit. Oh shit.”
“Lance? What’s wrong?” Alora’s asked.
“Christ how could I have been so stupid! Alora, I’m so sorry.”
Alora frowned for a moment till she too realized what he was talking about. She smiled a little and tugged her hands free of his. Cupping his face, she lifted his head, so they were now eye-to-eye.
“Lance, it’s okay. No don’t interrupt, I mean it. I’m on birth control and you are the only man who has ever not used a condom with me. I’m clean. Sam insisted that we get tested regularly and he always used a condom. I was tested right before this mess began. And judging by your reaction you’re clean too.”
“Yes I am. I swear I’ve never not used protection. But I’m still sorry that I put you at risk like that.”
Alora leaned in and kissed him. “Hey, I didn’t think about it either. It takes two ya know.”
Lance nodded. He slowly withdrew from her and reached for the box of tissues on her desk. When he handed it to her she shocked him once more. His eyes widened as she slowly slid two fingers down her stomach and inside her. She moaned quietly before removing her fingers coated in their juices.
“I think I like knowing that I still have a piece of you inside me. Sir.”
“Fuck me. You’re so going to get it when we get home.”
***
Alora sighed as she watched Lance cook dinner. He hadn’t been kidding when he warned her back at the shop. After her stunt, they came home where he proceeded to fuck her brains out deliciously. She now sat at her kitchen island admiring him. He stood at the stove in only a pair of green USMC sweat pants, no shirt and barefoot. His tattoos on full display for her viewing pleasure.
He was a work of art, especially with the start of a beard on his face. Normally she wasn’t a facial hair type but on Lance…hell yeah. Giggling, she reached for the wine glass he had poured for her.
“Something amusing you over there?”
“Yep. Just admiring that beard your starting to sport.”
Lance rubbed his jaw, “Yeah, I forgot to shave this morning. I’ll take care of it…”
“No, leave it. I kinda like it.”
