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“I wonder how parents cope?” I muse out loud.

“I’m pretty sure my parents stopped having sex after having triplets,” Archie jokes.

“I doubt that.”

“Don’t shatter my reality!” Archie pleads. “Everyone knows parents don’t have sex.”

I laugh and shake my head.

“And all parents are convinced their kids don’t have sex,” Archie goes on. “It’s a win-win fantasy.”

“They must know your brother had sex,” I point out.

“No. The stork delivered Lexi.” Archie winks at me. “Talking about my parents and brother is not what we came up here to do.”

“No,” I agree. “You’d best stop.”

He pretends to zip his lips shut and grins at me.

“You’re an imp when you want to be, Archieosaurus.”

He snorts out a laugh. “Pleasedon’t call me that when we’re having sex.”

“Archieraptor.” I kiss him just as another laugh bursts out of him. It bubbles against my lips. “Nerd,” I whisper, ravishing his neck with my lips and tongue.

“I might not laugh at that,” Archie says.

I swing him around and push him onto the bed. He lies where he fell, staring up at me. I kneel over him, kissing him as I tug his shirt free of his trousers. I stroke his chest, tweaking his nipples until they’re hard.

“Oh, Sir,” he groans, rocking his hips against mine.

He's hard, the bulge of his erection stretching the fabric of his trousers tight over his groin. I pull his tie off and make short work of unbuttoning his shirt. I push it off his shoulders, and he wriggles out of it. He tugs at my top, and I take that off too. His hands sweep over my chest.

“I love how furry you are,” he breathes. He catches his lips between his teeth as he rolls my nipple piercings between his thumb and forefinger, making me groan. “These are so sexy, Sir.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

I press my chest to his so I can kiss him some more. It’s lazy kissing, our hands exploring each other’s backs. I roll us over so he’s on top of me. I clench his arse, squeezing to show him I’m still very much in charge. His lips fall against mine again, and we settle into a rhythm of kissing and touching. He caresses my chest. I squeeze and knead his arse cheeks.

I roll him onto his back again so I can remove the rest of his clothes. I stare at him as he lies naked on the bed, one hand beside his head, the other lying over his stomach.

“You’re a gorgeous nerd,” I tell him.

He lifts his hand towards his glasses.

“Leave them on,” I order. “They’re sexy.”

"Being able to see properly is sexier than getting a headache because I'm trying to focus on the things closest to me," he says. "You've got too many clothes on, Sir."

I agree. I finish undressing and then reach for a condom and lube. I lean over him again, and for a few moments, we do nothing but stare into each other's eyes.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” I say.

Archie’s brows draw together.

I kiss his jaw and rub my beard against his skin. “I’m going to make love to you.”

His body shivers beneath me. “I’d like that, Sir.”