Page 47 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
Archie stands, offering me a hand. The thick outline of his erection is visible in his suit pants.
"Do you ever wear jeans and t-shirts?" I ask, still staring at his extremely large bulge.
"I do," he agrees. "Usually on weekends."
My eyes fly to his, and I realize he totally caught me perving.
Archie laughs. "It's all right," he murmurs, pulling me into his chest. He gets very close to my ear before continuing. "I quite like you staring at my cock, but I think we'll both enjoy it a bit more when that look of surprise on your face is because I'm sliding it inside you."
An embarrassing little groan escapes, and Archie grins. He's definitely not holding back any more. His brazen comments make my face burn.
"Oh yes," he says, brushing his lips over my cheek. "I can't wait to see the faces you make when I stretch you out over my bed."
"I-I want that, too," I agree.
There's more commotion behind us, and the scent of gingerbread fills the air. But I'm still focusing on Archie. He grins as my chest rises and falls in rapid movements.
"Sorry, boss," the same guy from earlier says. "That's all of it. Diane said please don't bang in her kitchen. It's against health code. Thanks. Don't fire me. I'm just the messenger."
Archie snorts. "This is our first courting activity," he says, guiding me over to the tables. "The rest will come later. That's a promise, lass."
"Ohmigosh," I whisper, getting a look at the table. "This is on my Christmas Fuck-It List."
"I'm sorry?" Archie sputters, humor lining his tone. "What was that?"
"A terrible list my best friend created to ensure I embarrassed myself at every possible turn," I mumble, leaning over to study all the goodies.
"I don't know," Archie says, grabbing my hips in a possessive grip that has me shivering.
My hands squeeze the prep table to keep myself upright.
"It sounds positively lovely to me." Archie winks. "Now, what exactly is on the list? Enquiring minds and all that." He steps to my side, and I get a strong hit of his scent. He's still highly aroused. His scent is doing wild things to my system. My nipples ache with the same painful ache that radiates in my core.
Archie caresses my cheek, and I try to refocus my attention.
"The list," he helpfully reminds me. His tone is edged in humor, but his voice is still deeper than normal.
"Make a gingerbread house and play in the frosting," I whisper. My eyes squeeze shut as I clench my thighs together. It doesn't help. I'm still achy with need.
Archie's face morphs from playful to predatory in the blink of an eye. "Yes, we can indeed check that one off the list."
The table has two gingerbread houses laid out. The pieces are placed so you know where each one goes as you assemble it. Nearby there are several types of frosting in piping bags. Small trays contain everything from colorful gummy candies to several types of cereal, and there are marshmallows, candy canes, and mini-gingerbread snowmen.
"Archie, this is incredible," I whisper, leaning over and checking out all the items.
"It sure is," he says, but he's not looking at the table. He's holding his phone like he's taking a picture of me. He flips the screen around. I study the picture.
My glasses are low on my nose, and I'm grinning as I study one of the tiny gingerbread men. It's the joy on my face that surprises me. I haven't been able to really enjoy Christmas since all that stuff happened with Cassie.
"Shall we get started? Diane promised to include easy-to-follow instructions. Ah yes, here they are." Archie smirks. The sight takes my damn breath away.
"Your shack is teetering on the edge of collapse," I say, laughing behind my hand.
Archie frowns at his monstrosity. He places another chewy cinnamon candy on the edge of the roof. It looks like a soft breeze could send it toppling over.
"Yes, I must admit yours is much better constructed. You've got a little something here," he says, smearing vanilla frosting on my lips.
"Hey," I whisper. This isn't the first time he's dirtied me up with frosting.
