Page 17 of Let Me Love You

Especially since I’m already tempted as hell to break all the rules.

The following morning, I wake up and smell hazelnut brewed coffee. It takes me a second to remember that I didn’t set the timer. I open my door and scan the living room. My gaze lands on a shirtless Archer opening the fridge and pulling out the bottle of creamer. Sassy watches him with amazement as she sits and drools over the view.

Same, girl, same.

“Mornin’,” I say, walking closer.

He spins around and fuck me if my eyes don’t land on the appendage between his legs that’s currently saluting me.

“Good morning. Since you made coffee yesterday, I figured I would today.”

“Smells delicious.”

“You want this flavor? Vanilla?” He holds up the bottle.

“Yes, please. Just a little.”

He stirs it in, then hands me the mug.

I smile graciously. “Thank you. I’m gonna need a gallon of it to function today.”

“Not a morning person then?”

“I am, mostly because of work. Just takes me a bit to wake up. I love staying up late and binge-watching TV or going out, but either way, I’ll always need my caffeine.”

He chuckles when I release a loud moan with my first sip.

“Duly noted. Keep you caffeinated.”

“And fed,” I add. “I tend to get hangry when I haven’t eaten.”

“Well, then I better get ready so we make it to Jerry’s on time.” He pierces me with his gaze after he catches me staring at his package again.

I blink and swallow down the hot liquid. “Oh, right. I gotta hop in the shower. Unless you wanna go first.”

“I can shower after you.”

I take another large gulp of coffee, hoping the warmth will calm the ache between my thighs. Once I’ve emptied my mug, I set it in the sink.

“Or we could conserve water and take one together,” I tease over my shoulder.

Archer’s lips twitch as he tries to suppress a laugh, and I swear his cheeks redden just a little. “I’ll just wait till you’re done.”

“No fun,” I tsk.

After I finish, Archer makes us some eggs, and we watch the last half of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. By noon, we arrive with my Better than Sex cake in hand. I can tell he’s nervous, but I’m determined to make sure he’s comfortable and has a good time. As soon as we walk in, everyone bombards us.

“Hey!” Gemma wraps her arms around me as Tyler gives Archer a bro hug.

Tyler introduces him to those who haven’t met him yet. Jerry’s rocking Scarlett in his arms, and Gemma still has her new mama glow, which I love seeing on her.

“The babies are here!” I gush when I spot Noah and Katie. “Can I hold them?”

“Of course, take your pick,” Katie teases. She has one, and Belinda’s got the other.

“Not mine. We’re besties now,” Belinda says.

“You have to share,” Owen chimes in. He’s Katie’s eleven-year-old son. “That’s what Mom tells me anyway.”