Fierce Temper - coming August 3rd!!

Damn, this boy can kiss. A fog of desire filled Tessa’s brain as Archer’s tongue explored her mouth. It was different from how he’d kissed her before. It was raw, honest, as if he was offering himself up to her.

A happy sigh escaped her as Archer pulled away. She started to turn to Milo to kiss him in turn, but Archer scooped her up in his arms and walked toward the stairs.

“What are you doing?” she asked as Milo followed them.

“Pet, we have taken you on pretty much every surface in this house, but for some reason, we rarely end up in the bedroom,” Milo answered. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable right now. You’re hurt.”

“I’m not hurt.” Her lower lip jutted out in a dramatic pout. He was right how they had christened every room, though. The California King bed that currently dominated the master bedroom still proved to be a little small when they really started getting creative. It was good for sleeping, though. She’d never slept better in her life than she did when she was cuddled in between the two of them.

“I don’t mind being in other rooms in the house. The rug in the study is nice and fluffy. It’s much easier on my knees than the rug in the great room,” she mused.

A chuckle rumbled in Archer’s chest as he reached the top of the stairs. The way he could carry her all over without even breathing hard was downright impressive.

“You’ve had a rough day, baby.” His kiss landed on the top of her head. “We won’t make you get on your knees.”

“What? You don’t understand. I have to be on my knees for what I have planned.”

They reached the bedroom, and Archer sat her on the edge of the bed, stepping back to stand in front of her. Milo stood next to him, and both men crossed their arms over their chests, looking like gorgeous gods. The only thing that would make them even sexier is if they would take their damn clothes off. And if they would get rid of those disapproving frowns. What was that about?

“What exactly do you mean what you have planned?” The dark tone of Milo’s voice sent a thrill through her. All it took was him using his Dom voice to make her melt.

“Is that how this works, baby?” Archer stared down at her, his hooded eyes darkening to that rich caramel color.

Well, hell. She hadn’t really been thinking about rules when she’d made her plan. “Well, I … um, no … Masters.” They both stepped closer, and she felt her breath quicken. Her face was even with the large bulge in Milo’s jeans, and she had to bite her lip as her mouth started to water. Archer’s cock also looked to be noticeably straining against his jeans.

Milo’s large hand was surprisingly gentle when he reached out to stroke her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. She reached out automatically, and Archer took her hand. It seemed as though she didn’t feel complete unless she was touching both of them.

“You tend to get your way outside of the bedroom.” Milo threaded his fingers through her hair. “But in the bedroom, we make the rules.”

Tessa raised her eyes to meet his. “In the bedroom, on the kitchen counter, on the rug in front of the fireplace. Humph. That hardly seems fair.” The words were out of her mouth before she’d really even thought about it. She immediately regretted it when Milo’s thick fingers clenched in her hair. The quick bite of pain made her gasp, even as she felt the heat grow between her legs.

“I think that’s enough backtalk, pet. Over my knee.”