Juniper’s POV
My mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions, making it hard to center on anything. The overwhelming need that pulses at the apex of my thighs. The one that has been all consuming since we left the festival last night, is confusing all other thoughts.
I try to push down my need to have Archer. I mean how can I even need more? I had him three times this morning alone and if I let my body and mind lead me right now; my lips would be around his c**k blowing him while he drives. Since when did I become such a needy slut? I adjust in the plush leather seat of Archer’s Mercedes-Macbeth GLS, a very nice ride that I cannot fully appreciate with my muddled thoughts.
I take in a deep breath and build myself up to ask the other question that has been plaguing my mind. “So,
