I know those plans have gone straight out the window when I collide with my giant future husband as I come out of the closet.
“Going somewhere?” Archer takes a small step back, his eyes running up and down my body, taking notice of every inch of me. By the way his eyes eat me up, I would have to claim victory with my dress choice.
“I have plans.” I raise my chin in an act of defiance.
“I think you mean we. If there is somewhere my fiancée wants to go, I’ll take her. She has a habit of trying to slip away.”
“I believe it was you that slipped away last night and didn’t come back all night,” I hiss. Damn it. I was trying to play it cool. I promised myself I wouldn’t let him see that it bothered me. Archer’s eyes linger on my breasts. His heated stare makes them feel heavy. How does he do this to my body?! Damn it, Mila. Stay strong.
“You think you’re going out by yourself in that dress?” He runs his finger down the slope of my breast.
“You bought me this dress,” I say smugly.
“I did.” A sexy smile plays on his lips. Before I know what’s happening, both hands grip the front. He pulls, ripping it right in half. I don’t even have time to be shocked. He spins me around, pinning me to the bed, my legs dangling off the side with my ass in the air.
He yanks my panties down my legs next. I peek over my shoulder, expecting to see him getting his cock out to thrust inside of me. Instead, I watch as he drops to his knees behind me.
“I’ve missed you, and now you’re taunting me.” He spreads my thighs. “Now I’m going to eat you front to back till I’ve had my fill.”
“Archer!” I gasp when he buries his face between my legs.
I shamelessly push back, letting him have all of me. The man is true to his word, licking and sucking me. His mouth doesn’t miss one inch of me. He makes me come over and over. “No more!” I beg as the third orgasm rocks through my body.
My fingers grip the comforter in a death hold. Archer lifts his mouth from me as he stands. He rolls me over onto my back and towers over me. I watch as he pulls his cock out from his slacks. The tip is red, angry, and dripping with cum. My mouth waters to taste him.
His eyes devour me as he strokes himself. In only a few pumps, his semen is spraying across my body. Thick warm ropes of it hitting my thighs, lower stomach, and my sex. Listening to him groan out my name has to be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
“I might be a lot of things, love, but a cheater isn’t one of them.” I can see the irritation in his eyes that I even thought that’s what he might have been out doing.
“You didn’t come back.”
“I had to catch a flight.”
“A flight?” I sit up.
“You might want to get dressed. Your parents are here.” I stare up at him in shock. No way. He didn’t. I can’t believe they are here and we’ve been in here doing this! “The tailor is also waiting. I hate for you to wash this off, but I can always put it back on you.” He runs his fingers across my lower stomach, rubbing his cum into my skin.
“You’re a Neanderthal,” I hiss.
“And soon I’ll be your husband.”
CHAPTER 11
ARCHER
Money smooths everything over. Her parents’ initial objections to Mila’s pregnancy and wedding were eroded by the private plane flight to Vegas and then obliterated on the limo ride to the Valentine Hotels. It turns out that they didn’t hate the idea of casinos so much as they thought that I owned some seedy motel on a side street of the Strip. They didn’t have much faith that Mila could hook such a big fish, as her dad shared with me.
I handed him a two-thousand-dollar bottle of brandy, and he had no problems giving me his blessing. Mila’s mom was a little more resistant. The luxury goods I had prepared for her didn’t seem to perk her interest, but her eyes glowed when we drove into the portico of the Valentine Hotel.
“You own all this?” she asked as the porter helped her out of the back of the limo.
“All of it along with similarly styled hotels in Monaco, Singapore, Fiji, Macau, and Dubai.”
“Our girl hit the jackpot,” crows her father, Bill.
Carla nods. “I guess she did. You going to treat her well?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I text Ember that I’m on my way up, and she replies that I’m in trouble. I’m confident that I’m not. After all, I brought the parents.