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she gave me water. I drank a little and gave her the cup, sitting up. "What happened to you?" She asked. "Honey, she is still weak. Eva, please try to have some rest" he said. "I...I was kidnapped" I shuttered. "Kidnapped?" They chorused. "Yes, I think by the same people who shut the arrow" I said. 'I shot the arrow, dummies' I thought. "Oh my goodness, I knew something was wrong," she said, holding her head.

I didn’t think anything could be worse than not talking but making forced small talk is. “The stuffed mushrooms are good.” Shoot me now. “It’s Nana’s recipe.” Archer nods. “Well, I should go find Dean.” “He’s right there, still talking to Kara’s crazy aunt.” “Oh, right.” Archer steps back from the table, letting another partygoer get some food. My mind flashes to my dream about Archer last night, and as annoyed with him as I am, there’s no denying how fucking sexy he looks in dress pants and a button-down shirt.

Archer smiled kissing her forehead . " Have you bought the game ? are we playing !!??" Arabelle asked . Dean nodded laughing and drinking his beer . " Do you wanna try any Arabelle ?" Caro asked . before Arabelle could speak Archer stopped His belle from taking the can . " No drinking for you " he said and she huffed drinking her fruit soda . " meanie " she said .

“Of course you’d say that.” Archer laughed—bright and reckless, the sound bouncing off the high walls. “What? The man’s hot, dangerous, and probably kills people for a living. That’s like… my exact fucking type.” Lennon rolled his eyes so hard it actually hurt. “You’re insane.” Archer dropped onto the wide arm of the chair. Draped himself over Lennon’s shoulders like a heavy, warm blanket—chin hooked over Lennon’s head, arms looped loosely around his neck. “Come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel it.” His voice dropped again, conspiratorial. “That aura? That stare? I’m still vibrating. Look.”

Archer whispered his voice a blend of promise and tease. "Please," I found myself begging. Archer's wolf eyes flickered with a hunger that he quickly concealed, not wanting to reveal his desire in front of the crowd. With paparazzi and wolf media present, discretion was necessary. After our dance ended, I needed to attend to Gunther, who was hungry and crying, while Archer was obligated to mingle with the royal guests attending the party.

He said to Knox who grinned before shooting me a wink that had me melting. “I told you she’d have a very tight pussy, didn’t I?” Archer groaned as he began to fuck me hard, his large grit stretching me out even more and making my head deliciously spin. “You definitely did. It’s so tight and hot in here. And I thought he throat was tight, but damn… this takes the cake.” He breathed out and those words made heat overfill every inch of my body as I trembled hard.

I asked. "He has a partner, ma'am. It's still the same model that you changed last time because there was a slight malfunction," she said. I nodded and secretly bit my lip. "What's her name?" I asked in a whisper, as if asking that question was a sin. "Ashley Ford," she replied to me, which made my lips part. My hunch is right. She's also a model. "When will the shoot start?" "20 minutes from now, Ms. Quennie.”

“She’s doing as well as she can be. She’s eager to get up and move around again.” “Poor thing. She’s very pretty. We don’t have any long hair cats.” “Don’t even think about it.” Archer puts his arm around Quinn. “Unless you want me to get a motorcycle.” “No way. Those are dangerous.” “Wait,” I say as I feel the vodka start to hit me. “If Quinn gets more cats, you get a motorcycle?” Archer chuckles. “That’s the deal. Actually, let’s go look for long-haired kittens.” Quinn narrows her eyes, trying to act like she’s mad at Archer. “I’d worry too much about you.”

She waved her hand aside, as if trying to wave aside the topic about her archery skills that I want to hear. “You are calling it common? You are calling archery common? Come on, girl, you know how sexy it is to shoot an arrow and be perfect at it? You'll be at a whole new goddamn level so don't call it common. I could never do that, duh, I'm a healer but I don't even have the skills” I joked and we both laughed.

I pull the covers up over me just enough to stay warm and answer. “Perfect timing,” I say, closing my eyes and thinking of Archer’s body on mine. “For what?” he asks, and his deep voice turns me on even more. “I just got out of the shower and am really horny. I was going to pleasure myself.” “Fuck, Quinn.” Archer lets out his breath. “I’m still at work.” “That’s not my problem. I’m at home. In my bed. Naked and wet from the shower.” “You’re killing me, you know that, right? I can’t go back into the OR with a hard-on.”