Why the fuck haven’t we repeated that yet?
“Did you miss me?” I whisper between the kisses.
Her hand slides between us and rubs my cock through my jeans.
And why do I always hold back with her?
I unzip my jeans and push them down, then lift Kat’s skirt, tug down her panties, and thrust into her.
Good hell… I almost want to laugh in relief—that’s all I needed for days. Her. This. I need to get this out of the way so I can think about anything else. Sex binds us. It’s just sex.
She bends to put her hands on the desk, and I hold her tightly as I thrust into her from behind.
We don’t say anything, just fuck slowly—like having a cocktail at the end of a stressful workday.
There are no tricks, no teasing. Just the pleasure of my cock sheathing into her soft warm core, her butt rolling against me, the sight of her skirt hitched up to her waist as she gives me what I need and takes what she wants.
I stroke her hips and thighs, waiting for her to reach her climax, which is quieter this time as she holds back her moans. Another revelation—I don’t think I’ve met a girl who can come so fast.
I pick up the speed and release into her within seconds. It’s easy with Kat—the sex part. Everything else is a riddle.
Just sex… That’s all this is. But the more I repeat it in my head, the angrier it makes me. There’s this strange emptiness that washes over me as soon as I let go of her.
I force a smile as I zip my jeans and study Kat, who is beautiful and flushed as she fixes her skirt. This simple act breaks the intensity of wanting her on an hourly basis.
“So the office…” she drawls, scratching her brow awkwardly as she looks away.
“Yeah,” I echo. Rules keep being broken, and I like it. “I need to get out of here. Wanna take a ride?”Wanna spend more time together?
She narrows her eyes, trying to suppress that playful smile. “You like bike rides, huh?” She smiles, crossing her arms at her chest. “Sure. As long as there are no snakes.”
I chuckle, dropping my eyes to her lips. I need to kiss them way longer than five minutes. I brush my thumb against her cheek—I noticed this little gesture takes her aback. “How are you with heights?”
Her eyes widen. “Are we talking about sex again?”
“Oh, I know how you are with that.” I tongue my cheek, considering fucking her one more time. “I am talking about flying.”
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KAT
I halt in shock.“W-what does that mean?”
Archer pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials. “Hey, Stewart, can we get clearance for the helicopter?… No, just out and about… Yeah… I’ll pilot myself, no worries… Yes. Twenty minutes. Get it ready.”
He hangs up, and my jaw drops open, my heart fluttering like a butterfly.
Archer smiles mysteriously. “You look good with your mouth open, kitten.”
When do I ever blush?
Right about now.
Archer chuckles, giving my cheek a stroke with his thumb again, which makes my heart flutter.
It’s always like this with him. Raw sex—no strings attached. And then those little gestures that pull the strings of my heart. Because guess what—therearestrings. The strings that make my throat all scratchy from the intense feeling of wanting to spend one more minute close to him.
“Come on.” Archer motions toward the door.