Page 105 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

I stand from the table, making him take a step back as I come toward him. "Then take me."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you asking for my consent, Archer Sin?" I smirk, teasing him the same way he did me when I asked for his permission to go down on him.

"I wouldn't have it any other way. I might be a bad man, but I need to hear you say it, little tornado."

I rest my hand on his chest, tilting my head up at him. "I'm sure, Archer. I want you. Please?"

"You don't have to beg, not yet."

"What are you waiting for?" I ask him, being far more assertive than I typically am. But this push-and-pull thing we'vehad going on for the past month has done nothing but fuel the excessive longing I've had for him.

"I'm not going to fuck you out here." He nods toward the exposed rooftop. "I want you all to myself." In one fluid motion, Archer swoops down and pulls me into his arms.

I wrap my hands around his neck and fight the giant smile that threatens to appear on my face. He can't know how eager I am even more than what's showing.

Ever since I took him into my mouth, I've been fantasizing about what he would feel like stretching me open. I'd be lying if his size didn't scare me and turn me on all at the same time. I've never been with a man as big as Archer and I'm not entirely sure if it's possible. Either way, I can't wait to find out.

Archer leaves the mess we left behind and carries me across the roof, opening the door with ease and kicking it out of his way.

I giggle and bury myself in him to make it easier to carry me down the stairs. "I can walk, you know."

"And I can carry you." Archer pushes the button to the elevator, and it dings a second later, the door opening for us.

"Put me down," I tell him, something stern in my voice.

He complies immediately, setting me inside the empty elevator.

"Now kiss me," I command.

Archer hesitates for only half a second before pressing his lips to mine, the touch both warm and aggressive at the same time. Our tongues meet, something entirely too ravenous about their embrace. He slams me into the wall, with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other pinned above my head. He moans into my mouth and I nearly lose it.

Does he know he has this effect on me?

Our kiss deepens and Archer, with one arm, lifts me into the air. I wrap my legs around him, hooking my feet behind his back, not daring to break from his mouth.

The elevator stops abruptly and the door opens. Panting, we rest our foreheads together as a throat clears.

"Shit," I mutter against him. "Someone's out there." I peek around him to find Camille standing just inside the elevator like she's not sure if she should come in or not.

"I'm interrupting. I can totally take the stairs. Yeah. I'll take the stairs," she blurts out.

"No," I call after her. "Sorry, we—we were just leaving."

Archer turns around so my back is to her, my ass no doubt exposed from the minimal fabric I was wearing to begin with. He keeps one hand down there and I hope it's enough to cover me since I'm not wearing any panties.

"Sorry, Cami," Archer says while stepping around her and out of the elevator. "Have a good, uh, night."

"Oh my God," I mutter, still in Archer's arms. "That was embarrassing. I'm pretty sure my ass is out."

"It's not," he reassures me and goes to his door, unlocking it with one hand and crossing the threshold. He tosses his keys onto the counter with a bit less regard than he usually pays them. Archer is typically uptight and overly tidy, but right now, he doesn't seem to mind. "Where were we?"

I run my hands through his long hair and meet his gaze. "I think you were about to fuck me."

"Such harsh words from such a pretty mouth."

"Yeah?" I lick my lips. "What else do you want from this mouth?"

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