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Archer

I looked down at her hands that still rested on my abs.

I smothered her dainty fingers with mine then pulled at one to inspect the hard-as-a-rock nail with a white tip that some salon had plastered on her.

"These will be fun later," I said quietly.

My voice husked over as I thought about Charlotte using those nails against my back.

Digging them in as I made her lose control.

Fuck.

I looked down at my crotch and shifted to ease the tension of tight pants against a hard dick.

"Archer Johnson," Charlotte chastised. "You can't talk like that in a church."

"What's the rules on getting a hard-on in a church...?" I asked innocently.

"Absolutely not allowed," Charlotte demanded.