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I’m suspended, my feet off the ground as, slowly, he fills me again. Archer does all the work in taking my full weight, although he handles me like I’m lighter than a feather, his biceps flexing as he guides my body over his. He fucks me slow, staring up at me with awe in his eyes, need etched into his features and perspiration above his brow.

I spread my legs wider and grip his shoulders, leaving the marks I know he loves.

“I’m going to blow,” he grits out. “Your pussy is strangling the willpower out of me.”

My words sound more like a pleasure-filled moan when I press my forehead into his and reach down between us, cupping and playing with his balls. “Don’t hold back, Thigh Boy. Be a good boy now and fill your wife up.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ARCHER

I’m a married man.

A sentence I never thought would apply to me and, oftentimes, never thought I wanted it to. That was, until Darcy Thompson waltzed into my world and flipped it upside down, and now I can’t stop staring at the platinum band on my hand or thinking about how good she sounds with my last name.

Darcy Moore.

To my wife, I know we’ve been a whirlwind, but to me, it’s been over two years of waiting for her to see me for who I am.

A complete fucking simp for her.

Reciting my vows was the single greatest honor I’ve ever had. Even if it was in a small room with only an officiant to bear witness, it was perfect.

When the double doors had opened and Darcy stood in the entryway, a single yellow rose clutched between both hands, I couldn’t have been prouder. She looked incredible and every bit as stunning as I’d imagined in that dress.

Her reaction when I had revealed it was pure shock as she shook her head in denial, repeating that she’d never have gone for a dress like the one I’d picked out.

Perhaps she thought it was blind luck on my behalf.

It wasn’t.

Back before she had moved to New York and whenever I knew she was in town, I would find myself rushing to get through my postgame routine, excited to catch a glimpse of her at Lloyd’s. Even if she only gave me a few minutes, I’d take them with both hands and then head home to only fantasize over what it would be like if she’d come back with me.

I stared into many mirrors, convincing myself I hadn’t been batshit crazy over what I did when I walked past a boutique in town one day and saw that Vivienne Westwood dress in the front window. A sane man would’ve kept walking, thinking how beautiful his crush would look in it. But I wasn’t that man, and Darcy wasn’t just a crush. She’s an obsession that’s only grown stronger since that day a year ago, when I pushed through the shop door and dropped four thousand dollars on it right there and then.

And the yellow bows stitched into her pumps?

I stand, waiting for our bags to be returned, and flush again at the memory of me trying to use a sewing kit last week. Originally, I had planned to have a pair made especially for our day, but time was short, and I had an uncompromising vision of how she’d look when I married her.

“Is everything okay?” Darcy steps toward me.

Since the airport is dead and there’s no one around, I let my inhibitions drop a fraction, and I lean across, setting a kiss on the top of her head before our bags are returned to us.

“I’m good, just thinking over everything.”

She reaches up onto her tiptoes and pulls down the bill of my cap, smiling the whole time. “Thinking’s good, but try not tooverthink. I find it never ends well. Not unless you have a spare sudoku book.”

I pick up her hand and kiss her palm. “Does downloading the app count?”

Darcy rolls her eyes, but I see the way she swoons in response.

“I was thinking of asking Jack and Kendra over to our place for a meal after practice tomorrow night. We could tell him then.”

She nods right before her eyes flare. “Wait.Ourplace?”

I interlace both our hands, holding them down between us. “You’re aware that we’re married, right? I don’t recall needing to drug you to say yes.”

Her eyes narrow to slits. “It’s a fair point, well made. But I will miss my little apartment, even if it’s cold and unsafe.”

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