Page 12 of Pucking Curves

“Archer!” She throws her head back, trembling beneath me.

“Like that?” I do it again, driving the head of my cock against her pretty little cunt. “Still regret waking up in my bed?”

“S-stop…talking.”

I chuckle at her breathless command, catching one hard nipple between my teeth.

She sobs my name, bucking against me.

“Yeah, just like that, baby,” I groan. “Keep working your hips just like that.” Christ, I want to slip her panties aside and lick her cunt until she’s screaming my name. Bet she won’t regret me then. I’ll just keep her coming until she forgets that she said yes while she was too drunk to do it.

“I…I…” She gasps suddenly, going rigid beneath me. “Oh my god! Archer! What is that?”

If she’s asking, I’m not doing it right.

And then I realize she’s staring in horror at the ring on her finger.

“Your ring.”

Wrong answer, apparently.

Sheer panic filters through her expression. She stares up at me like a wild woman on the verge of losing it completely. “Divorce,” she mumbles. “We have to get a divorce. We need lawyers and paperwork and probably other things I can’t even think about right now.”

“We aren’t getting divorced,” I say, my voice a deep rumble. Hell no. We aren’t fucking getting a divorce. Ever.

She gapes up at me, panic turning to suspicion. “Are you still drunk?”

“No.”

“Did you bump your head?”

“No.”

The suspicion in her gray eyes grows. “Are you on drugs, Archer?”

I crack a smile despite myself. Fuck. She’s cute when she’s spiraling. “I’m not on drugs, Wren. And I’m perfectly sane, too,” I add, just in case that’s her next question. Might as well cut it off at the pass.

“Obviously not. We got married last night, Archer.Married!And you just want to pretend that’s a totally normal thing to do.”

“People get married all the time.”

“Not drunk in Vegas!”

“Actually…”

She shoves against my shoulders, growling wordlessly.

I chuckle and kiss her again. “You’re cute as hell when you’re freaking out, little bird.”

“And you’re annoying when you’re not freaking out enough.”

She has no idea. But I’m ready to lose it because she wants to leave me. She’s freaking out because I don’t want her to go. Clearly, we need to get on the same page here.

How the fuck do you make someone fall in love with you?

“Annulment!” she practically shouts at me. “That’s what we need.”

That is absolutely not what we need. But she definitely needs me to spank her pretty little ass.

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