Page 113 of Three Reckless Words

Sleep finds me quickly in his arms.

But before I go under, I feel his lips pressed against the soft skin behind my ear, a whisper without words.

Winnie Emberly, you are in trouble.

You’re so fucking mine and there’s no going back.

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UNBEELIEVABLE (ARCHER)

Idon’t think I’ve woken up this happy in the past ten years.

At first, I don’t even know why.

It’s like I’ve been drenched in the most glorious honey scent and I want to drown in it.

Then she wiggles her plush little ass against me and my dick reminds me exactly why I feel like a billion dollars.

Winnie.

Stifling a growl, I slide my hand around her waist and between her breasts.

Her hair is a delicately tangled maze of curls. She smiles and blinks like she’s dazed.

“Morning.”

“Damn good morning,” I growl back.

Like a satisfied cat, she stretches, grinding against me again.

My cock is truly awake now, and I catch her hip as I grind against her sweet ass. Neither of us bothered to put on any clothes last night.

If I had my way, I’d keep her here like this forever, naked and all mine.

Her body feels just as perfect as I imagined.

Better, even.

Her breasts are small and pert with pink nipples like ripe cherries, made to tease a man, and her skin feels impossibly soft.

“Careful, I have morning breath,” she protests.

I kiss her anyway.

Fuck morning breath—I need her again.

It’s insatiable, this hunger she’s stirred awake.

Before Winnie, sex was mechanical, an urge like an itch I’d scratch once in a blue moon.

Sure, I wanted it.

A man has needs, and I found women to fulfill them. Always at their place, and rarely twice in a row. They’d go back to being nameless memories the very next day.

Plus, with work being what it is and Colt getting older, even quick and dirty hookups have gotten less frequent.

I started to think that was just part of aging, the carnal desires taking a back seat to life, probably for the better.

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