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Moving his tongue faster back and forth, he has me on the cusp of an orgasm when he pulls back completely.

“What are you doing? Keep going!” I put my hands on his head and try to force him back between my legs .

He chuckles. “Baby, I want to be inside you when we both come, but I promise I’ll eat your pussy again later. First, I want you to ride my cock.” Archie moves to the other side of me and spreads out on the bed. “Come here, darlin’.”

I roll to my side and get on my knees. I climb over him to straddle his waist. Bending down, I rest my hands on either side of his head, and I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

Archie takes ahold of my hips and moves me back and forth over his erection as we kiss. I’m so wet and worked up that I could come just like this.

On the next pass of my opening, the head of his cock slips inside, and we both moan.

I place my hands on his chest and start moving my hips back and forth. When his hands move to cup my breasts, I nearly explode. They are so sensitive to the touch, and it’s like I can feel every inch of his skin on mine.

“You feel so good, baby. I love feeling you stretch around my cock,” he pants.

“Archie, I’m gonna come soon. I can’t hold it. It’s too good. So. Good.”

He keeps one hand on my breast, and the other hand circles my clit with his thumb. That’s all it takes for me to explode.

Archie’s hips thrust up, and his pace quickens. His hands move to my face, and he guides me down for a kiss. His tongue strokes mine until he starts coming, and then he’s panting into my mouth. I touch the tip of my tongue to his top lip, and he groans.

His hips pump into me once, twice, and then he reaches down and holds my hips in place as he spills into me.

I kiss him along his jaw as he comes down from his orgasm.

“Emma, you are perfect.” His hand slides into my hair, and he kisses me.

“I mean, I think you’re kinda perfect too.” I roll off of him and lie on my side, facing him .

He’s smiling at me, and he looks like he wants to say something.

“What are you thinking about, Archie?”

His hand strokes my arm. “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am. My baby is going to have the best mom. And I know this might sound weird, but I can’t wait to see your belly get bigger. Knowing that it’s my baby inside … yeah. It’s pretty amazing, right?”

I bring my hand to his chest. “Yeah, Archie, it is amazing. And I think you’ll get to see that belly sooner rather than later because my pants are starting to feel a little snug. I had to bring some looser sweats, shirts, and sweatshirts back with me.”

Rolling onto my back, I take his hand in mind and place it over my stomach.

“I know you might not be able to feel much of anything yet, but I feel it. There’s a slight swell to my stomach now where there wasn’t before.

I think the fact that I’m starting to see the change in my body is making it feel more real. ”

His hand caresses my stomach softly. “Yeah, I can feel a little bump there now.” He looks from my stomach to my eyes.

“Emma, thank you for telling me about the baby. I know you could have kept it from me. But getting to know you, spending time with you … I just feel really damn lucky to be a part of your life and this baby’s life. I don’t want to miss any of it.”

Tears spring to my eyes. I’m not usually an emotional person, but these hormones are no joke. I’m either horny or see a commercial on TV and feel like crying. “I’m really glad you’re here with me, Archie.”

He leans in and kisses me again.

“You know, you might want to start keeping a few things here if you’re going to be staying over from time to time.” I smirk.

“Is that right? You want me to be your roomie, darlin’?”

“Ha, no. I’m just saying that if you’re going to be spending time here with me, it might be a good idea for you to have some clothes and whatnot here, so you don’t have to rush back to your place in the mornings.”

He hums. “I could probably do that.”

“Okay.” I smile.

I untwist the sheet and pull it up to cover us both. “Should we watch a show or something before we go to bed?”

“Yeah. What do you have in mind? What’s your favorite show?”

“It depends on my mood. I’m guilty of binging my share of reality TV, but my go-to show is Grey’s Anatomy —because, you know, med student.” I point to myself.

He props a pillow up against the headboard. “Okay, let’s do it. I’ve never watched that show.”

I grab the remote off the nightstand and pull it up.

“Tell me a little about it first.”

“Well, I don’t want to spoil too much, and there are so many interweaving storylines, so it would be hard to give you a complete rundown.

But Meredith is pretty much the star of the show.

She’s a doctor in the same hospital that her mother worked in, and she basically feels like she’s living in her mother’s shadow and she constantly has to prove herself.

Then McDreamy arrives and shakes everything up. ”

“Wait, who’s McDreamy?” He holds up a hand.

“Never mind. Let’s just watch, and I’ll explain as we go.” I press play and lie back to cuddle into Archie.

After the first episode ends, I look over at Archie and see his eyes are shutting. When I shift to get up and go to the bathroom, he startles awake.

“Sorry, baby. Did I fall asleep?”

I nod. “Yeah, your eyes were closed. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just need to go to the bathroom before I go to sleep.”

“Okay, I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

Smiling, I walk out of my room and across the hall to the bathroom .

When I come out, I look down the hallway and see all the lights are off in the apartment.

Then I walk back into my room and over to the bed.

Archie is lying on his back, eyes closed, one arm behind his head.

I take a minute to look at his tattoos. He’s got quite a few, but I’m still fascinated by the deck of cards on his heart.

I’m not really sure why it calls to me. Maybe because I know that each card is for one of his brothers.

I wish Sunny and I had been able to have the kind of relationship Archie has with his brothers.

I think we would have stayed close despite our age difference.

As I get into the bed, I curl up next to his body. His eyes are still closed, but he moves his arm from behind his head and wraps it around my shoulders, pulling me in closer.

“You okay?” he asks sleepily.

I nod. “I’m good. Let’s get some sleep.”

With my arm wrapped around Archie’s waist, I drift off to sleep with thoughts of the baby, praying he or she will be okay.