Page 86

I’m in love with Archer.

Even if he can’t love me. I’m his forever.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

Without hesitation, he claims my mouth and devours me in that way that is so him. He wraps his arms around my waist and buries himself deeper inside me. And then I feel the spark at my core, making my aching bud at the apex of my sex throb in anticipation. I can’t hold it anymore. My orgasm cuts through me like an avalanche. It takes hold of my body and bathes me in a kind of rapture I never knew existed.

“Fucking ecstasy.” Archer wraps his fingers around my neck with one hand and my hip with the other. He fucks me hard. There’s nothing gentle in how he claims me, how he uses my body to find his own release. And then I’m climbing again. Just watching him take pleasure from plunging into me, makes me come all over again. But this time, he’s right there with me.

He buries his face in the nook of my neck and shoulder as he makes a guttural sound that shoots into my skin and goes straight to my clit. I cling to him as we both ride out the last waves of our climax.

“Jesus fuck.” He whispers in my ear. “I knew sex with you would be intense. But I didn’t imagine it would be this.” He pushes into me. “You’re mine. Only mine. Wife.” He kisses me, a languid and delicious gesture that feels so much like his surrender.

“You’re mine too.” I press my mouth to his and hold on to him a little longer, too afraid to let him break our connection. He pants a breath into my neck. I love that I did this to him. That as much as he likes to be in control, I’m the one who makes him lose it. I pull back to meet his gaze. “I’m not going anywhere, Archer.”

“No, you’re not.” A smirk plays on his lips as he tucks away his semi-erect cock.

His gaze searches mine. And I get lost in the calm blue sea I find in his eyes. I was wrong. He wasn’t calm and collected before. He just did a better job at controlling the storm brewing inside him than I did. I cup his cheek, and his eyes flutter closed. This gorgeous man is truly mine. He nods once as if he’s reading my thoughts.

“Now, be a good Little Dove and eat.” He fixes my dress, giving my nipples a tug as he does so.

When he brings the chair back for me, I give him a puzzled look. I’m completely drenched in his cum and my own juices. The dress is a mess. I can’t sit.

“You heard me.” His low chuckle is all sin. “I want you to sit in my cum for the rest of the dinner.”

I lower myself to the chair, feeling uncomfortably wet and turned on. Luckily, when he adjusts the chair for me, the table linens cover my legs and the dress. I sit perfectly still as he re-arranges my place setting so it’s neatly in front of me. When he’s finished, he rings the bell for Mary Jane and takes his seat again.

As soon as she enters the room, he says, “We’re ready for dinner.” He’s the epitome of civility sitting at the head of the table as if he didn’t just fuck me into oblivion on the table.

“Of course, Mr. Archer.” She leaves and returns with our main dishes.

“Everything looks delicious.” Archer smiles politely at her. “Thank you.”

“Enjoy.” She nods and disappears through the door again.

Archer looks to me with an irritatingly smug smile on his face. “Eat.”

Why does he get to make demands, and I don’t? I glance at him through my eyelashes while he cuts his meat and places a bite in his mouth. I watch him take a few more bites before he turns to look at me inquisitively.

“Something on your mind, Little Dove?” he asks in an amused tone.

And it’s not lost on me that the last time he asked me that question, I got exactly what I wanted from him.

“I want to touch your naked body.” Butterflies flutter in my belly. “Take off your clothes.”

He stops with his fork halfway to his mouth. “You don’t give the orders here, Little Dove.”

“Please.” I beg.

CHAPTER21

YOUR CONTRACT SAYS OTHERWISE

Paloma

I eat dinner in silence and realize that I now have more questions than before. Because even though Archer and I have finally consummated our union, I still don’t know if he wants to have a real marriage with me. Not to mention, that he still won’t let me touch him. Why is that? He says he doesn’t trust himself around me. But what does he mean by that? Is he afraid to lose control? I press my lips to suppress a smile. I absolutely loved it when he lost control earlier tonight.

Archer is everything I didn’t know I could have in a partner. He’s tender when I need him to be, controlling and demanding when I feel lost.