Anne Archer Hot Novels & Stories

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

I don't know why I pick sad songs. I took my phone and decided to browse Archer's profile. Call me weird cause I don't even know why my hand type his name on g****e Archer North The first child of Alexander North and Angelia Selosvone. He has 1 sibling , Autumn North. He's currently in NYU taking business major. There's a lot of photos of him that were taken by the paparazzi. When they're hanging out , play bowling , chilling at the cafe and even studying.

What does this pain mean? Over the years, my mother has suffered more than this. Her grandmother snorted coldly. She hated seeing the two of them do a deep love scene between mother and daughter. At this moment, the TV finally ended its long commercial broadcast and went straight to a news story, and a photo was released. “This morning, Darius Manley Archie (Archie), heir to the NA Group, was secretly photographed entering a room with a woman. From the photo, we can see that the room is messy and clothes are scattered on the floor...”

I'll shake hands and disappear. But tonight… I wanted to twist the knife. I spotted Archer Quinn across the room. Rival CEO. Charismatic and tall enough to make a statement. He had a reputation for being gay so he was my target. The kind of man Dax would clock the moment he stepped into view. I walked up to him, drink in hand and gave him a razor-sharp. “Archer,” I purred, placing a light hand on his wrist. “Still charming your way through subpar acquisitions?”

He has an athletic build, and he is 6'1 feet tall. Is there anything else a woman wants? Besides the perfect-looking Archer? If I could choose, of course, I would pick him over Xander. At least, that's what I thought before I walked into this luxurious mansion. But that thought was devastated, crumbling apart when I saw two girls sitting and giggling in his living room, drinking a glass of wine, and they were topless, their breasts hanging around to the left and right. What the hell happened here? Are these girls come from prehistoric times that they have no shame wandering around the house without wearing a bra or at least a t-shirt?

I mean people could be dying when I was busy, balls deep into some random woman; or my enemies could be flooding my territory all ganged up to kill me. “Don’t be greedy, sweetheart. You have claimed all of me already.” I slapped her ass as I walked away from where she was bent, ass in the sky and face on the couch. She let out another annoyed sigh, and I stifled a chuckle. Picking up my pants from the floor, I searched my phone from the pocket and when I found it, stared at the screen with utmost shock as the name ARCHDUCHESS remained displayed on my screen as the device continued vibrating in my hand like it was cursed.

Archer let out a long groan. “Fine,” he huffed. “I’ll tell her to behave,” Eli grinned before shifting into Heather, her black fur bristling in the cold air. She looked Archer up and down and gave him a look as if he were overreacting. “Just look me over,” Archer huffed. Heather rolled her golden eyes and sniffed him over. She nudged his hip and he hissed. “Nothing broken,” she said. “Could have fooled me,” Archer grumbled. “Sure, softie,” Heather snorted.

Never! “There is no way that I’ll even consider doing this shit!” I told her honestly. I don’t think that these people actually understand what kind of a creature I really am. “Then there is no way that I’m letting you be on the team.” I heard the one and only, Archer’s voice speaking from behind me. I turned around to see him in a tight black T-shirt and black shorts. He’s hot! Smoking hot! Even if he’s an ass, I cannot help but appreciate his well built form with adequately sized muscles that aren’t too huge but just perfect.

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

Her body jerked and shook up, with the moaning sound was let out nonstop. He satisfied to see such a sexy and seductive picture in front of him. He held the big cannon and pointed it at the pink channel which was so wet and slippery. "Ohh, I really like it when you're so hot like this. Oh, Wine, prepare yourself. I'll make you forget your name. Keep watching."