Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“What are you doing here?” I ask, a little breathless. I’m surprised he even knows where I work in the city…and not surprised at the same time. I have a feeling he knows a hell of a lot more about me than I ever thought he did. And I’m guessing he didn’t come by the knowledge simply by listening to Micah.
He told me yesterday not to ask questions I wasn’t ready to hear the answers to, and I hesitated, afraid of what secrets he might spill. But I have a pretty good idea of what he’s been up to for the past year. Watching me. Following me, maybe.
That should scare the hell out of me. I should be running in the opposite direction. But even with the evidence of his obsession staring me in the face, I’m not afraid of him. And I don’t want to run. Maybe that says as much about me as it does him.
“Came to offer my wife a ride home,” he murmurs.
“Archer,” I whisper, glancing past him to make sure Laura isn’t lurking. I wouldn’t put it past her. “You aren’t supposed to tell anyone.”
“Yeah, fuck that,” he growls, sauntering toward me. “I’m not going to pretend that you aren’t mine when we’re alone, Wren. I don’t want to pretend at all.”
My stomach dips, butterflies dancing a samba in there.
He reaches my side, leaning down to haul me out of his chair. His arms close around me, surrounding me in his scent. “Fuck,” he groans, burying his face in my hair. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you too,” I whisper.
“Are you ready to go home?”
“You mean to my own house?”
He narrows his eyes on me, and I have to fight the urge to smile. “You’re sleeping in our bed tonight, little bird. With me.”
“I have my own bed, Archer,” I say…though I’m not sure if I’m reminding him or myself. The truth is that I want to stay with him. I want to pretend that we’re real and possible and not just some Vegas mistake. I want to give him the chance he asked for last night, the one I think he wants just as badly as I do and maybe for just as long. But that’s dangerous because the more time I spend with him, the more the lines blur. And the less I remember why I’m not allowed to have him.
“Yeah, you do,” he agrees, a growl in his voice. “It’s in our bedroom at our house.” He sinks his hand into my hair, craning my head back. The way he tugs sends a jolt straight to my clit. “Do not make me remind you here and now just how much you like sleeping with me, baby.”
I bite my tongue, resisting the instinctive urge to defy and challenge him. There’s only one way that’ll end…with me sprawled over my desk while he proves that he can and will win this argument even if he has to play dirty to do it. He may obey the rules on the ice, but when it comes to me? I’m not sure there’s a single damn rule in the book he isn’t willing to violate six ways to Sunday if it gets him what he wants. Which is, apparently, me in his bed.
“Why are you fighting this?” he asks, his lips inches from mine. “We both know you want to be in bed with me, riding my cock again tonight, wife.”
My stomach dips and spins again. Images from last night race to the surface of my mind, making it hard to think. He’s right. I do want to be with him. I want him all over me again, that gritty voice in my ear while he whispers filthy things and sends me flying to heaven.
“Micah,” I manage to whisper the reminder. Barely.
“I told him about us today.”
My heart plummets all the way to my toes, anxiety rising in a tidal wave. “Archer! What? Why?” I slip out of his arms, my hair sliding through his fingers. “Have you completely lost it? Oh my god. No wonder he’s blowing up my phone today. He’s probably on the way here right now.” I plant my hands against Archer’s chest, pushing, but I might as well be trying to move a mountain. He doesn’t even budge. “You have to go before he finds you here and murders you!”
“Wren, baby.” He grabs my arms, hauling me back into his embrace. “Breathe for me.”
I inhale a sharp breath. It doesn’t make me feel any better. Micah is going to catch him here. There will be bloodshed. And it’ll be all my fault for not insisting we annul the marriage as soon as we woke up in Vegas.
“I didn’t tell him that we’re married, little bird.”
“You didn’t?” Is that…disappointment I feel? Yes. Yes, it is. I don’t even know why! But I’m curiously, oddly disappointed. Because I feel guilty for lying to Micah? Because I don’t want Archer to regret marrying me?