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Holding my breath, I move my hand lower, sliding two fingers into myself. As I begin to move them slowly, Archer’s face goes hard—so hard that at first I think he’s angry.

But as his fist moves faster along the length of his cock, I realize I was wrong.

He’s not pissed.

He’s turned on.

“Archer.” His name is a breathy moan. “Dare.”

My fingers are coated with slick arousal, and I thrust them as deep as I can get them before drawing out and finding my clit again. The pads of my fingers circle it in a blur, and then I steal a trick I learned from Trystan....