I don’t move at first. It’s been a while since we played out little game, and though I haven’t forgotten the rules exactly, I’m tired of being led on just to be denied.
There’s something different about him right now though, then there was on the jogging trail against that tree. This isn’t an impulsive decision from him. He’s been watching me for a while. He’s considered this. Maybe since he walked in the door and saw me here.
I don’t know what time it is now. Two am? Three? It doesn’t matter. It’s the magical time of night were bad decisions feel like opportunities.
So I stop my machine, rise from it, and then cross the room and drop myself straight on Archer’s lap. His hands find my ass in an instant, and he hikes me closer to him. My clit drags over his hardening d**k. Gods, he’s al
