Page 29 of Shots Fired

She rolls her lips together, amused, maybe even entertained at my apparent jealousy.

“It wasn’t Liam, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Did he ever buy you underwear?”

She shakes her head. “No, never. Or a Saint Laurent tote.”

My hands fall to her tight, round ass, and I palm it, ready to pick her up and walk us both to my bedroom.

“What about orgasms? Did he give you many of those?”

When I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist on a cute squeal, I swear I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, seeping through my clothes.

“They were … fleeting …” she replies like it’s no big deal.

It absolutely is a big deal. Seismic.

With my girl wrapped around me and feeling like the luckiest motherfucker alive, I step out of the elevator and begin walking through my darkened apartment, nipping and sucking at her neck.

“Yeah?” I moan against her sensitive flesh, kicking my bedroom door closed after we enter. “That’s a crying fucking shame.” I spin around and sit on the edge of the bed, and she straddles me. “Let me remedy that with the best night you’ll ever have.”

I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt in one smooth motion.

Her eyes drop to my chest, and she smooths a soft palm over my pecs, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. She isn’t touching an erogenous zone, but this is Darcy.

My obsession.

“I don’t know why, but I expected you to be tattooed.”

I cock my head to the side, curious about her statement. “You dig the bad-boy look?”

She shakes her head, trailing a single fingertip down my abs. “No, but I am digging this perfect torso.”

I let her tease and feel me for a few seconds before pushing her hair back and whispering into her ear, “Darcy Doll, I think it’s time we quit fucking around and you let me do what I want with you.”

I reach around and unhook her bra, bringing her nipple into my mouth and sucking it lightly.

She groans and melts beneath my touch, throwing her head back, her long hair trailing over my legs. “Archer, that feels so good.”

I move to the next nipple, sucking this one harder.

“Take these off,” she commands, grabbing at the button on my pants.

I grin against her chest while she pops it open.

Both lifting up, we drag my pants and boxer briefs down together.

Darcy pauses, not moaning when I lick and nip across her chest. I look up at her as she stares down at me.

“Y-your dick is…”

I move my mouth to the underside of her jaw, desperate to leave marks but all too aware of how tricky it will be to explain how they got there.

“What’s the matter?” I croon, satisfaction swelling inside me. “And before you freak out, it’s absolutely going to fit. My cock is perfect for you.”

She shakes her head, still looking down. “I mean, yeah, you’re huge, but …” She shuffles back a little, running a hand along the top of my right thigh, a victorious smile pulling at her lips.

Her confidence catapults another surge of need through me.