Page 1 of Archer's Awakening

Archer

“I can’t wait to fuck you into the mattress.” Chevy nuzzled his nose behind my ear as we rode the elevator to the top floor of The Georgian Hotel.

A short ride, so I barely had time to respond.

My cock perked as the elevator door opened.

I grabbed the man’s hand and tugged him toward the room I’d secured. Best in the hotel, of course. I wanted to impress the guy.

We entered the room, and as he scanned the space, I took a moment to take him in. The bar where we’d shared drinks had been dimly lit. This space, with just the bedside lamps, wasn’t much brighter, but I was able to look my fill.

Tall. A couple inches over my own six foot one.

Broad. I worked out and had a decent-sized chest, but this guy bordered on beefcake.

Muscular. Again, I did circuit training, running, and swimming—I still didn’t have biceps like that. He’d purposely worn a tight T-shirt to show off. At least he’d had the decency to wear a suit jacket over the tee. The Georgian had a dress code, after all.

“This is a hell of a place. What did it cost you?” He met my gaze with dark-brown eyes I wished to get lost in as we fucked. I’d hoped to top, but he’d made it clear that was his role. And since my last gay experience was almost twenty years ago, I decided flexibility was important. I’d picked this guy because of his impressive dick pic, his love of his two dogs, as well as his way with words. After spending an hour in the bar with him, I doubted he’d written the bio himself.

“It cost a bit, but that’s not the point.”

“I bet they make a mean breakfast. I can’t wait.”

Breakfast? Seriously?“What about Bootsie and Copper?”

“Huh?” He blinked as if he couldn’t quite compute what I was saying.

“Your dogs? You sent me pictures of them. The two Labrador Retrievers? Don’t you need to eventually go home to them?”

“Oh. Right. They’re with…someone. They won’t miss me.”

For a guy who could center entire conversations around his dogs, this felt…off. I’d never had a dog, but I sort of saw them like children.

Which caused a pang in my chest. Almost fifteen years married and we’d never had children. Not a dog, either. And now, of course, Thea had left me for her trainer, and I was facing returning to an empty house. I’d thought a dating app was the solution to the loneliness, and since I was bi, I figured I might as well try that side of the app.

Chevy had been the first guy I connected with. The first one who didn’t want to hookup on day one. We’d talked. He’d gotten me out of my shell, and I’d shared things with him that my own family didn’t know.

His love of Bootsie and Copper had been so clear.

I’d been charmed. “Well, if you’re sure they’re okay—”

He waved me off. “All good. Now. You.” He turned to me and his gaze was nothing short of predatory.

He’d been handsy in the bar, which was kind of flattering. A long time since someone had paid attention to my physical needs. Sure, I was attractive—long, blond hair, gray eyes, a body I worked hard to maintain—but I was also someone who took his work seriously. I wanted tonight to be about flirty fun. I wanted to get away from the big case I was working on.

“Yes, me.” I slid my body against his. “I brought condoms and lube.” Because I wanted to be prepared, and I also had to make it clear those two things were non-negotiable.

“I like a man who’s prepared.” Chevy took my cheeks in his hands, squeezed, then narrowed the gap until our lips touched.

In my moment of surprise, he thrust his tongue in my mouth.

He tasted of Crown Royale and just a touch of…dominance. Like he needed to be the alpha. He needed to be top dog in this relationship.

After having spent fifteen years striving to be the best divorce lawyer in Vancouver, I wasn’t necessarily going to surrender my agency.If I let him control me for one night, how bad can that be? To let someone else shoulder the burden…?Except this didn’t feel like a shift in power dynamics like that. He wasn’t going to take care of me the way I took care of my family, my clients, and Thea—when she’d been my wife. I could be a selfish man at times—climbing to the top. But I could also be considerate and understanding—like attending Chelsea’s last bail hearing.

The sister from hell.

He grasped my upper arms, all while still kissing me, and walked me back toward the bed.

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