Page 39 of Let Me Love You

Archer’s nipple ring that⁠—

“Oh God…yesyesyes,” I whimper.

Reaching above my head, I push against the headboard and add more pressure to my clit. My calves tighten, tingles shoot up my spine, and my pussy clenches as the orgasm builds.

The explosion has my back arching as I chase the high. I can barely catch my breath when another begins to surface. I widen my legs and thrust my hips, seeking another release. The first one was intense, but this one is zapping me into outer space.

“Holy shit…” I nearly scream out but bite my lip to keep my voice from echoing. My back flies off the mattress as I seek a third orgasm.

“Yes, so close…” My eyes roll, my toes curl, and I’m seconds away⁠—

Crash.

My body tumbles down as the wooden frame gives out, and my mattress falls to the floor.

What the fuck?

I turn off BUB, confused as hell.

As soon as I hear a knock on my door, I toss the vibrator and try to get up. Sassy barks like a lunatic at the noise, and I reassure her that everything’s fine.

“Everleigh, you alright? I heard a bang.”

“Yes, come in.”

Without another word, he whips open the door and looks for me. His eyes drop to my legs, and I remember I’m still in a thin T-shirt and panties.

“What the hell?”

“Fuckin’ IKEA bed, I swear.”

“The boards busted?” He stands next to me, looking over the mess. Once I let Sassy inspect me, she saunters off to the living room.

“Yeah, I wood-glued them together once.”

He chuckles. “How many times has this happened?”

A blush covers my cheeks—he knows how it busted, considering how I look.

“A few…” I reply. “It might be time for me to replace it if I can’t fix it again.”

“Well, let’s lift the mattress and look at the damage.”

As soon as I move my comforter out of the way, BUB rolls out and thumps next to me. Archer’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Whoops.” I chuckle, then kick it away.

We lift the mattress and lean it against the wall.

“Yep, just as I suspected.” I frown at the slats that are cracked right next to where I repaired them before. “I don’t have the shit to fix it. Go figure.”

“Did you use clamps to hold them in place and wait for it to dry?”

“Uh, no.”

His mouth tips up in amusement. “Might be time for some new slats.”

Releasing a sigh, I nod. “I think you’re right.”