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hips and boobs, but I could never take down Archer without some help. The help I’m using tonight is in the form of a sleep aid I slipped into his scotch. I just need a little bit of help, just enough that when he finally passes out, he won’t feel me binding him to the bed. Then he’ll be mine. Well, until someone comes looking for him. I’m not sure how much time I’ll have since he always has security coming and going. He is, after all, one of the richest men in Chicago.
    Hearing the door open, I put my hand over my mouth to cover my breathing, and I wait. Twenty minutes pass, but it feels like an eternity. I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. He shuffles around for a minute, then I hear the mattress squeak, and I know he’s in the bed. Only a little longer until I have every part of Archer Ware.
    After an hour passes, I finally slide out from behind the chair in the corner of the room, detangling myself from the curtains that line the floor-to-ceiling windows. Walking to the end of the bed, I grab the blanket covering him and slowly pull it from the bed, each inch unsheathing more and more of his body. I gasp when I see he’s completely naked, sprawled out on his back, his cock lying against his thickly muscled thigh. My pussy clenches at the sight of it, a warm feeling settling in my stomach.
    I bite my lip, thinking about taking him in my mouth. He’ll have no choice but to get hard for me.
    I grab my bag and pull out velvet-lined binds for his arms and legs, thanking God for Archer’s four-poster bed. I wonder if the binds will hold; I guess only time will tell. After he’s secure, I can’t help but just sit and stare at him, a lump forming in my throat. For once, I’m going to have something I want, even if it’s only for a little while. I know I’ll treasure this night forever. It pains me that it will mean more to me than him.
    Peeling off my clothes, I toss them on the floor and crawl onto the bed.

Eleven

Valentina
    C rawling up his body , I lie on my side and cuddle next to him, burying my face in his neck and breathing in his scent. His warm smell fills my lungs, calming me a little. I’ve always wondered what he’d taste like, and now I finally have the chance to find out. Licking my lips, I tentatively touch my tongue to his neck.
    His sweet taste fills my mouth, and I start peppering open-mouthed kisses up his neck. Sliding one of my legs over his to get closer, I realize his cock is hard, and I feel rage shoot through me. He’s asleep and has a hard on? Does that mean he’s dreaming about someone? I bite his neck hard in response, making him jerk against me.
    “Fuck!” he grunts. I feel him yank at the binds, but I don’t ease my grip. “Baby, that hurts.”
    His words do nothing but fuel my anger even more. ‘Baby’? Who the hell does he think is in the room with him?
    Sitting up, I flip on the nightstand lamp and glare at him. His blue eyes widen at the sight of me, and then move over my naked body, making me blush. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, but I belong to Archer, so he should be the only man to ever see me like this. I’d waited my whole life to give myself to the perfect man, and I found him six months ago. I knew from our first meeting I would fit him perfectly. He’s more than I ever dreamed of. He’s driven, smart, and utterly handsome. He always dresses in tailored suits that fit his tall, lean body. His dark hair and bright blue eyes give him an edge—one I crave to cut myself on.
    I’ve saved my virginity just for him. I’ve never let another man touch me, save for a handshake or a quick hug. I knew one day I’d find the man who was meant to be mine, and I’d stop at nothing to have him, even if I had to take him.
    But no, Archer hasn’t been waiting for me. I saw the women who threw themselves at him, and they’re lucky to still be breathing. Here he is dreaming about another woman on the night I’m planning to