Page 161 of Delilah In Discretion

Looking down the empty hall, I bit my lip, contemplating whether or not I should do the right thing and go back to my room… or make a quick visit to my princess before bed.

I shook my head as I walked toward my room. I should do the right thing and go back. Her parents are here, and it would be risky…

Biting my lip as I tried to block out the tempting image, I sighed. Very, very risky.

Delilah

“You sure you’ll be okay, Mom?” I asked her, sitting at the edge of the bed, and she nodded. After my shower, I had got dressed for bed and come to her room.

“I’ll be fine, honey. This is just going to take some adjustment and patience. It’s been quite a long day, and if I’m struggling to come to terms with everything, I could only imagine what you may be feeling,” she said sadly.

I shook my head slowly. I saw Uncle Eugenesnapup close and personal. Learning that he killed three other people didn’t seem too surprising. Even if they were our family.

“I’ll be fine,” I said genuinely, and Mom smiled.

My father entered the room, and I stood up as I looked over at him.

“I don’t know how I should feel sleeping under Calvin’s roof while he’s in prison. Should I be feeling this indifferent? Should I be celebrating?” he asked, waiting for my thoughts.

I sighed as I patted him on the back. “I think you should be going to sleep,” I muttered, and he nodded, placing a kiss on my head.

“Fair enough... Have a good night, darling...” he said, and I bid them both goodbye as I left their room.

I sighed as I thought about the events that had just passed: Uncle Eugene’s confession, both his and Calvin’s arrest, my moment with Archer...

“You’re so bad,” I muttered, and he bit his lip.

“You know you love it, Princess.”

I was silent at that moment because I had the urge to respond,I love you. I could’ve told him... well, probably should have told him, but I couldn’t muster enough courage.

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I entered my room farther down the hall.

The second I closed the door, I heard a voice.

“Took you long enough, Princess.”

I looked over my shoulder to see Archer sitting at the edge of my bed—shirtless, at that. My eyes widened as I approached him.

“Are you crazy?!” I asked.

He bit his lip. “Possibly,” he muttered, looking at my attire which consisted of the spare leggings I miraculously had in the car and a loose-fitted tee.

“My dad is just a few doors away!”

He nodded, and I gasped as his hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.

“That’s why I’m in this room, baby.”

I blushed profusely as he placed a kiss on my clothed stomach and my waist.

“Archer…” I muttered, and he gazed up at me for a moment before he moved so quickly that I almost had whiplash. One second, I was standing; the next, I was lying on my back as he leaned over me slowly. He eyed my lips for a minute before placing a sensual kiss on them.

I grabbed his wrist as he deepened the kiss, running his hands up and down my waist.Gosh, these butterflies in my stomach were doing somersaults.His hands grabbed under my ass, and I almost choked as he pushed his length against my clit.

My eyes widened as I looked up into his hooded gaze, and soon strangled moans left my throat. He grinded his cock into my core.

He felt so big, thick… long—