Page 122 of Delilah In Discretion

“Hmmm... That’s interesting. In that case, I was actually making my way over to let you know you’re not going anywhere,” he decided, and I held back a smile as I fake pouted as I looked over my shoulder to him.

“Is that so? Well, that’s a bummer. I was actually thinking about going back to working for my father or taking another class at the academy.”

He narrowed his eyes as he pushed his body against my back, caging me between him and the counter as he placed his hands onto the edge.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, staring down at me, and I rolled my eyes.

“The obvious answer is no one, but in your mind, I’m assuming it’s you,” I answered, and he raised one of his eyebrows.

“You’re damn right it’s me. We already established I don’t particularly like to share...”

I deadpanned as I sighed dramatically. “What does that have to do with my contract being over?” I questioned him, though I knew he didn’t have an answer that made sense. Well, an answer that made sense to anyone but himself.

I gasped in surprise as he grabbed my hands and placed them behind my back. Holding both of them in one of his arms, he pushed me flat against the countertop, and I gulped softly as he leaned down to my ear and chuckled.

“The simple answer again, Princess, is that I don’t like to share. And if this contract is going to stop me from seeing you whenever I please... then I guess we’ll need a new contract, won’t we?” he asked me, and I huffed as my blush grew on my face, and I struggled in his grip. My knees buckled slightly as his hands barely budged, showing me just how strong he was and how easy it was for him to pin me down.

“You’re so annoying,” I muttered with a blush, and he let go of me. He turned me around and picked me up with ease as he placed me on the counter.

“And you’re so adorable, trying to test my patience,” he said as his hands rested on my thighs.

“In the words of my uncle Blaine, I don’t appreciate being manhandled,” I practically lied.

His hands traveled up my thigh as he gave a knowing look. “First off, don’t bring up your family when we’re... busy, and second, it’s not my fault you’re so small.”

I crossed my arms as I narrowed my eyes at him. “Now you’re making fun of my height, Mr. Lockwood? That’s a low blow, even for you,” I sassily remarked, and he bit his lip as he looked me up and down.

“Well,Mrs. Lockwood,I’m sorry if I offended you. Can I pretty please be forgiven?” he asked sarcastically.

I chose to ignore the name he gave me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Trying to argue with him about it would be pointless… I mean, we are going on a honeymoon, so I’ll let it slide.

Archer’s hands grabbed my legs as he pulled me closer, and I tried my best to stifle a moan.

His hands traveled up to my waist, and I let out a small gasp as he abruptly pulled me, getting rather dangerously close. I pulled away momentarily as the look in his eyes had changed. I could tell he was feeling a bit… excited.

“Here’s an idea, champ. Let’s maybe not do anything too crazy on your kitchen counter,” I suggested, and he pulled away, nodding.

“You’re right. That’s what our honeymoon is for.”

I slapped his shoulder as I hopped off the counter. “You’re so crude,” I said, walking out of the kitchen and into the guest room with him following.

“How’s Kimiko? We haven’t been interrupted yet, and for some reason, a part of me wants to know where the lunatic you call a friend is,” he asked after a moment.

I shrugged as I opened the drawers to grab more of my clothes. Over the past few months, I gradually brought clothes over to Archer’s penthouse for this very occasion and if I ever needed tospend the night. I didn’t think I had much over here, but I was proven wrong because the drawers were beginning to overflow.

“She’s been busy. I mostly moved all my classes online to, unfortunately, spend time in your office, which left us only a few hours out of the week to talk to one another. She’s busy running the student body, and I’m busy running around for you,” I muttered, grabbing some more of my clothes and putting them in my suitcase.

Archer took a seat on the edge of the bed and watched me. “You haven’t talked to her recently?” he asked me, and I shook my head.

“No, not for the last few days. I did hear she was going to be busy, but I didn’t know with what… Come to think of it, I think she’s been avoiding me,” I pondered, and he tilted his head.

“Really?” he asked with fake concern, and I glared at him as I realized he was trying his best to hold in a smile. I crossed my arms as I approached him slowly.

“What do you know, Archer?” I asked him, and he chuckled as he brought me over to sit on his lap.

“If I told you… then it would just ruin the fun of being asecret,” he whispered.

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