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Chapter Seventeen

Archer

God in Heaven.

I can’t speak right now, so I only say it in my head. Talia’s teeth scrape the side of my neck before the flat of her tongue licks a path along my Adam’s apple. My hands tighten—one around the length of her hair and the one resting against her ribcage. I haul her closer, sliding the hand from her ribs to her ass. My back is facing the only other guests up here, and even then, we’re half hidden behind a divider. The bar laid out below is visible through the grate, but everyone down there is too busy with their own lives to sneak a peek of my hand on Talia’s perfect rear end.

I squeeze her ass cheek, slipping my hand around as her head moves so as not to impede her progress. She slides off my lap and presses both hands on the arms of the chair, hovering over me. Her eyes go over my head, to the side, and snap back at me as if she’s checking her surroundings. Whatever she saw must please her because she attacks me again. This time she grabs my ears as her mouth covers mine aggressively.

When she scoots back into my lap, she encounters a roadblock. I grunt, shifting a massive erection out of the way. Her head shoots up, her smile both delighted and surprised. But she doesn’t stop…no, no. She covers my dick with her palm and begins to massage it. I keep my eyes on her, the thumping of bass vibrating the floor matching the pulse pounding mercilessly against my fly. She leans in and bites my earlobe—payback, I’ll bet—and then offers a husky, “I have a naughty idea.”

“Yes,” I croak.

“You don’t want to know what it is?” Her grin is mischievous and bright, beautiful and beguiling.

I don’t need to know what it is. I have seen the preview. “I’d rather you show me.”

She slides off my lap, deliberately bumping my rigid cock, and sashays across the VP. She makes a “wrap it up” motion to Shauna, who looks over at me for permission for whatever Talia just asked.

I’m going by instinct here, but I assume whatever my vixen instructed Shauna to do or not do is going to be as fine as frog hair with me. I give her a thumbs-up. And a nod, just to be safe.

Suddenly, there’s a lot of movement. Shauna leaves the bar and shuffles to the other VP guests. Over my shoulder, I watch her escort them out. Shauna follows. I hear the barred gate slide closed, low murmuring from the security guy.

When Talia returns to me, she sits primly on my lap. My arms wrap around her curved hips. “Straighten things out?” I ask.

“I asked for privacy for an urgent matter.” She cups my junk when she says “urgent” and smiles down at me. “We have ten minutes. Can you handle that?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I don’t hesitate.

I scoot her off my lap and stand, spinning the chair so that it faces the now-empty bar. This corner is my favorite, and out of view of security cameras. Anyone looking up into the VP area from the ground floor might see a shadow or a hint of movement, but not much else. I’m going to have to leave her dress on just in case. Not my preference. I’d love to set my mouth to her perfect tits.

I pull my belt open and sit before unzipping my fly, revealing the “urgent” matter she teased me about. Her eyes go hungry and wide. I skim my hands under her dress along the creamy skin of her thighs, swallowing a groan. On my return trip down, I come out with a pair of lacy black panties. Daintily, she steps out of them, sending one furtive glance at the bar below, then back at me.

That smile. God help me.

Straddling my lap, she rests her arms on my shoulders and leans down to kiss me. I palm her pussy, gliding through her wetness with my middle finger.

“My girl,” I growl against her lips. She smashes her mouth into mine, presumably to thank me for the attention I’m paying her down below. Stroking her clit with my thumb, I slip my middle finger inside her. Then out. Then in. She whimpers her approval into my mouth. “Come, Wildflower. Right now. Right on my hand.”

She bites her lip, squeezes her eyes closed. She liked that command. I cup her breast over her dress and find her nipple through her bra. Give it a pinch. Stroke into her again while continuing to play her clit with my thumb. She makes a desperate whimpering sound as her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

I slide once more, and she comes.

While she’s attempting to hold in the cry that climbed her throat, I shift my cock and plunge deep. One fast, smooth thrust, and I’m sunk into her heat to the hilt. Hands tight on her hips, I fuck her with single-minded focus, the sensual slide of our flesh causing sweat to bead on my forehead. Then I hold her there, desperately trying to recenter myself before I blow early. The tip of my dick pulses angrily. Every instinct within says to pound hard and fast until I black out from pleasure. I huff a tortured breath as her forehead conks onto mine.

“I have a surprise for you,” she murmurs, lifting off my member and taking me in again. Then again. I’m going to lose my fucking mind if she keeps this up.

“Whatever it is”—I pause to endure another intoxicating slide—“I love it.”

“I’m protected.” The pupils of her lust-soaked eyes are round and dark, the irises thin rims of color—blue today, thanks to the neon lights. She licks my upper lip and purrs, “I’m on the pill. No condom tonight, Kingpin.”

I was right. I love it. I don’t know why she waited to tell me until right now, but I don’t care. I begin moving with more urgency, having no idea how much time has passed, but it goes damn fast. She’s riding me, kissing me, using my mouth to muffle her cries. I swallow every last one.

She returns the favor minutes later when she draws my release from me. I come inside her, grappling onto her back and hugging her to me. I bury my face in the front of her dress, let out a hoarse sound that might have been a roar had I not muzzled it. I don’t black out, but there are spots behind my eyelids while I attempt to catch my breath.

She strokes my hair once, twice. I open my eyes and meet hers. She watches me for a beat as lights swirl around us and muted bass adds to the buzz in my veins. Then she slips off my lap and places a kiss on the side of my mouth. “I’ll be right back. Button up.”


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