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lips were still against my ear, Archer moved forward and pressed me against the bench, his hips against my backside. Pinned under him and held tight against him, I wasn't going anywhere.
“Lips together.”
I did as he said, unable to think for myself any longer. Where I had gone, I didn't know.
Slowly his finger dragged out of my mouth, the tip of his finger sliding over my bottom lip.
His hips dug against my backside, pushing me further against the bench. But worse than being painfully pinned to something hard was the something that was even harder that was being pushed into me.
“I can't wait to taste your chocolate cake Roxy.” He purred softly in my ear.
Then he pulled away from me, leaving the kitchen. I leaned on the bench and held it for stability, my legs were like jelly.
But that was nothing. I could handle my legs almost giving out from under me, I could handle my erratic breathing and pounding heart. What I could not handle was the fact that I was seriously turned on.
His words whispered through my mind, like it was void of anything it bounced around with an echo in a cavernous skull. I can't wait to taste your chocolate cake Roxy.
I could hope that meant something else. I could hope that chocolate cake was really code for pussy. Yep, I'd like that to be true even though it was unlikely.
I was stupid, what man pins a woman to a bench and sticks a finger laden with chocolate icing into her mouth while whispering into her ear? A man that is interested, that's what.
Pulling the knife from the block, I cut into the cake and began to load the plates. Like I was tuned to his presence, I knew Archer had entered the kitchen before I turned to see him. He took two plates and walked away, returning seconds later for another two.
The coffee machine was whirring loudly as it finished off the last of the coffees. Archer began to take the cups out now, I noted that there were still two slices of cake left on the bench. It was rather curious but I said nothing, watching as he walked back in and took two more cups out.
When he walked back in he stopped and stared at me, possibly a little confused at my constant swinging mood. I'd just flipped again, going from frustrated at him to incredibly horny. That was his fault of course, rubbing his hard cock against my backside while whispering filth into my ear.
His lips twitched as a sly smirk crossed them, he took his cup and cake and walked out of the room without a single word said. I huffed quietly and collected my things, following him out.
Everyone was eating their dessert quietly, eyes darting around at each other. No doubt they've been whispering about what they thought was going on. My mother was always one to engage in speculation and it didn't help that she had the gossip queen for all her whispered information.
“That's a nice house you bought Archer.” My father interrupted the painful silence. “Security good?”
“Yes sir.”
My father nodded with a pleased look on his face. What he didn't realize was that no one would dare break into his house, that is if they knew who he was. The man probably had a vast cache of guns and ammo hidden somewhere in that house.
I narrowed my eyes at the smug bastard across the table from me, he ate his cake with a smile that feigned his innocence. Maybe I could write about him. Maybe I could take a holiday from my romance genre and take a trip down horror lane.
The cake fork clattered to the plate and the man howled with pretend indignation.
“Stop planning me for your next book!”
Oh sweetheart, you've got no idea.
“Are you writing about Eddie honey?” My mother asked.
“Yeah, I'm taking lessons from Stephen King.” I grumbled.
James sniggered and kept his head low, refusing to look up.
“Why on earth would you be doing that?” She asked perplexed.
Because he somehow managed to get Archer perfected to my overbearing standards and here in time for dinner, somehow managing to get him invited to a
“Lips together.”
I did as he said, unable to think for myself any longer. Where I had gone, I didn't know.
Slowly his finger dragged out of my mouth, the tip of his finger sliding over my bottom lip.
His hips dug against my backside, pushing me further against the bench. But worse than being painfully pinned to something hard was the something that was even harder that was being pushed into me.
“I can't wait to taste your chocolate cake Roxy.” He purred softly in my ear.
Then he pulled away from me, leaving the kitchen. I leaned on the bench and held it for stability, my legs were like jelly.
But that was nothing. I could handle my legs almost giving out from under me, I could handle my erratic breathing and pounding heart. What I could not handle was the fact that I was seriously turned on.
His words whispered through my mind, like it was void of anything it bounced around with an echo in a cavernous skull. I can't wait to taste your chocolate cake Roxy.
I could hope that meant something else. I could hope that chocolate cake was really code for pussy. Yep, I'd like that to be true even though it was unlikely.
I was stupid, what man pins a woman to a bench and sticks a finger laden with chocolate icing into her mouth while whispering into her ear? A man that is interested, that's what.
Pulling the knife from the block, I cut into the cake and began to load the plates. Like I was tuned to his presence, I knew Archer had entered the kitchen before I turned to see him. He took two plates and walked away, returning seconds later for another two.
The coffee machine was whirring loudly as it finished off the last of the coffees. Archer began to take the cups out now, I noted that there were still two slices of cake left on the bench. It was rather curious but I said nothing, watching as he walked back in and took two more cups out.
When he walked back in he stopped and stared at me, possibly a little confused at my constant swinging mood. I'd just flipped again, going from frustrated at him to incredibly horny. That was his fault of course, rubbing his hard cock against my backside while whispering filth into my ear.
His lips twitched as a sly smirk crossed them, he took his cup and cake and walked out of the room without a single word said. I huffed quietly and collected my things, following him out.
Everyone was eating their dessert quietly, eyes darting around at each other. No doubt they've been whispering about what they thought was going on. My mother was always one to engage in speculation and it didn't help that she had the gossip queen for all her whispered information.
“That's a nice house you bought Archer.” My father interrupted the painful silence. “Security good?”
“Yes sir.”
My father nodded with a pleased look on his face. What he didn't realize was that no one would dare break into his house, that is if they knew who he was. The man probably had a vast cache of guns and ammo hidden somewhere in that house.
I narrowed my eyes at the smug bastard across the table from me, he ate his cake with a smile that feigned his innocence. Maybe I could write about him. Maybe I could take a holiday from my romance genre and take a trip down horror lane.
The cake fork clattered to the plate and the man howled with pretend indignation.
“Stop planning me for your next book!”
Oh sweetheart, you've got no idea.
“Are you writing about Eddie honey?” My mother asked.
“Yeah, I'm taking lessons from Stephen King.” I grumbled.
James sniggered and kept his head low, refusing to look up.
“Why on earth would you be doing that?” She asked perplexed.
Because he somehow managed to get Archer perfected to my overbearing standards and here in time for dinner, somehow managing to get him invited to a
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