Page 52 of Wild Thing

“I see,” I murmur, not taking my eyes off his, and unzip him anyway, reach inside his jeans, and give his cock a few soft strokes through his boxers.

He’s semi-hard and grunts, his hand snaking into my hair and pulling at it gently. “Kitten,” he warns.

I know he can’t resist it, but there are rules, so, I’ll abide. For now.

I give him one last stroke, teasing him just for the hell of it. Archer sucks in his cheeks in tension—he does it sometimes, so cute. Slowly I zip him back up, which is a struggle as his cock swells and refuses to fit back in.

There’s disappointment in his eyes. He’s horny. Holding back is a bitch, but he’s the one who insists.

“I’ll follow your rules,” I purr.

He smiles at my words as he sets his hand on my hipbone, pulling me closer, licking into my mouth just once. “You are a tease, kitten.”

That I am. And wet. “You are being unfair.”

“Oh, I’m very fair. There.” He pulls away abruptly and retrieves a new cell phone from his desk. “This one has a camera, so you can take pictures. And it’s cleared, so you can do video chats with your dad.”

And that’s what I do next. I snap a selfie with Archer, who doesn’t even look at the camera, just at me, as I’m being goofy.

I’m already calculating in my mind all the dirty selfies I’m gonna take and send to Archer to make him lose his mind. I don’t like rules.

The entire day, we tiptoe around each other like there’s something fragile between us that we’re afraid to break. We said some sensitive things the night we broke the ice, but we don’t talk about feelings again.

I catch Archer’s glances at me through his office window. Then more of them every time he goes in and out of his office. Before the work day is over, Archer sends me a message.

Archer: Any plans for tonight?

I’m being ballsy, not knowing why he asks.

Me: You.

I glance at his office and see a smile on his face as he types on his phone.

Archer: Good. Dinner at my place tonight? Seven?

There are question marks in his texts like he’s not sure I’ll agree. You kidding me?

Me: Can’t wait.

I try really hard not to grin like a happy fool.

Me: Are you gonna deliver on your promises?

Archer: Which are?

Me: No holding back.

Archer: Are you good with multitasking?

Me: ?

Archer: Eating, talking, and fucking at the same time.

I burst out laughing and cover my mouth with my hand, then shake my head and get up, holding Archer’s gaze through the window.

“See you,” I mouth, and his mischievous cocky stare burns me all the way to my core as I leave the Center.

I’ve never gotten ready for dinner so meticulously. My heart beats like a moth against a bright lamp at night.

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