Page 136 of Shots Fired

Without hesitation, Archer does as I ask, and I pick up one of the luxury shopping bags he’s been carrying around for the past hour.

I know he’s desperate to see me in the lingerie set he bought at the first store, and all I want to do is show him.

When I shrug off my jacket and go to pull my dress overhead, Archer shifts in his seat, swallowing thickly.

The lacy white thong isn’t something I’d usually go for since I prefer dark underwear. But when I saw the way my husband’s eyes darkened in response, I knew this would be a gift for him as much as it was for me. It was the fastest purchase in humanhistory as he took it to the counter and had it bagged, all before Jack could notice what we were doing.

The bra is a balconette style, making the most of my modest chest, which is slowly getting fuller by the week. Something else Archer loves about pregnancy.

He leans back, spreading his thighs wide as he watches me get undressed silently. The atmosphere between us is charged to fuck, only made hotter with the risk of being caught.

A few more seconds, and I’m standing in front of him, completely naked, my body burning from head to toe.

“What do you want me to try on first? The thong or the bra?”

He reaches forward and pulls out the thong, dangling it on the end of his finger. He’s so turned on; I can see by the way his jeans tent at the front.

“I want to see you in this, Darcy,” he replies darkly, biting off the tag with his teeth.

Pulsing at the way he says my name, I take the thong from him and slowly step into it, pulling the thin strap up my thighs.

“What now?” I ask, my voice barely audible over the soft background music.

Archer rises from the sofa. Standing in front of me, he hasn’t laid a single finger on my skin, yet the anticipation of his touch alone burns white-hot pleasure throughout my body.

“Why did you bring me in here, Doll? What do you want me to do to you?”

I grow damp at the question I’m confident we both know the answer to.

“Is it because you want me to fuck you?” he continues, dipping a single finger beneath my thong’s waistband. “You know what I think?”

I roll my lips together, yearning for him to move his hand lower and slide his fingers through me.

“What’s that?”

Like he can read my mind, he dips a hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

“I think you want me to rail you hard and take photos as evidence.”

My entire body flushes as I respond in a breathy voice, “Yes.”

Archer wastes no time as he takes a step back and snaps a picture of me wearing only the thong, smirking when he throws his phone onto the seat.

When he finds my opening, he pushes a thick finger inside. I sag against the pleasure, looping an arm around his neck.

“I also think while you love having your brother here, helping us shop and prepare for the arrival of our baby, you miss the way we used to fuck in secret. Do you like it when I fuck you in secret, Darcy?”

I lift onto my tiptoes, our lips ghosting over each other. “Yes. I like to have lots of fun.”

In a split second, my back is against the cubicle wall, one hand under my ass, Archer pinning me in place as he undoes his jeans and pushes them down, along with his boxers.

I’m suspended and ready to be filled when I feel something foreign, and I immediately look down at my stomach.

“What is it?” Archer asks, looking and sounding concerned.

I’ve never been pregnant before, but I know from the baby books we’ve read together and the conversations with our doctors that it’s possible to feel them as early as sixteen weeks.

Bringing a palm to my bump, I rub small circles over it. “I-I think Emily just kicked for the first time.”