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Lily’s expression melted from one of anger to one of heat in less than a breath. Archer’s brain registered what was going on seconds before she leapt at him.
He caught her easily and was going to set her away, but then she wrapped her legs around his hips. His hands automatically went to her thighs to hold her steady, and he was lost.
They stared at each other for a long moment. The room heated up around them. Her fingers teased the short hairs on the back of his neck. His c**k rose to a painful height. He couldn’t deny he wanted her for another second.
He leaned down the same time she lifted up, and their lips collided. He froze for a second, panic settling into him. Did he read her wrong somehow? She seemed like she wanted to kiss him, but the second their lips touched, she stopped
