Page 53 of Shots Fired

Me: I’ve got your dress, bra, and panties in a heap by my feet.

Doll: Well, that’s an interesting revelation …

Doll: Since I’m not wearing any underwear.

The rumble as it vibrates in my chest only leaves me more grateful for the music in this place.

Me: I need to be inside you. Now.

Doll: No can do, I’m afraid …

She sends the message and leans across the bar, lifting her cocktail at me with a smile.

Brat.

Me: Are you trying to play me?

Doll: Tell me, is it working?

Jesus, if only she knew.

Me: I’m hard as fuck, if that’s what you mean.

Doll: That’s exactly what I was getting at.

I can feel the throb of my pulse as it beats in my ears.

Me: I need to fuck you. Right. Now.

Doll: You’re a dirty boy, Archer Moore.

Me: Tell me you aren’t desperate for it.

I watch the way her fingers hover over the keyboard.

Come on, Darcy Doll. Keep coming back to me.

Doll: I cannot tell you that. Because I am.

Me: Tell me you’re desperate for my cock.

She pauses and looks up at the group, Jack standing a few feet away.

Doll: If I were wearing them, my panties would be soaked.

Me: In around thirty seconds, I’m going to walk out of this room and into the lobby. I want you to follow me a few seconds afterward. Bring your bag and things.

Doll: Why would I need my stuff?

Me: Because once we leave, we aren’t coming back.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

DARCY

I’ve figured out that I’m a sucker for secret sex, and I’m absolutely fine with that.

Replacing my phone, I zip up my clutch bag and loop the small strap around my wrist. I can feel the anticipation and excitement fizzing through me, and it only kicks up when I rejoin my friends and brother just as Archer leaves the room, throwing me a daring wink on his exit.