Page 135 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

I stare at the wall separating me and London, and wish like hell I could see through it. I've wanted so badly to break in again and install cameras, but I knew if she found them, she'd never forgive me. She's caught on to the fact that I've surveilled her, but hasn't figured out the specifics, and if she did, she might go out of her way to avoid the things I can track.

"Focus, Archer," I tell myself, steadying my hands on the counters and bowing my head. "Think of anythingotherthan her."

I had been doing so fucking well, avoiding her every chance I got, timing when I left my apartment so I wouldn't run into her. I’m still watching her, but only to make sure she’s safe and that nothing has happened to her. With Joe Vito still alive, there will always be a threat to her life, and it’s my job to keep her safe. I never intended to interrupt the gala last night, even though I was supposed to be London's date, but when I saw her with him, I couldn't allow her to get tangled up with such a man. It’s alreadybad enough she was involved with me, I couldn't let things get worse.

I didn't mean to say yes when Blake asked if I was her boyfriend, but when the question came out, the answer followed, taking us all by surprise. Maybe in a different world it would have been true, and London wouldn't have reacted the way she did when she heard me admit it.

A scream lets out from London's apartment, my heart almost lurching out of my chest quicker than I can move. I rush out of my front door, not caring that I'm not wearing a shirt, my jeans and boots hopefully being enough for whatever threat is on the other side of the door. I twist the handle to London's door and the second I realize it's locked, I hike my foot up and kick her door with enough force to blast it open, then barge into her apartment.

She yelps again, clinging to the towel around her body, her hair wet and hanging in loose ringlets on her shoulders. "What the fuck, Archer?"

I do a quick sweep, ready to snap the neck of whoever might be in here, only I don't find anyone other than London, who is gawking at me like I'm the intruder.

“Who’s in here?” I ask her, my gaze still roaming her apartment.

“You are.”

“I’m not messing around, London. Who the fuck is in here?”

She steps toward me, her hands clenching her towel. “Archer, you idiot, you’re the only one in here. And you broke my front door.”

It takes me far too long to conclude that London is telling me the truth. “Then why did you scream?”

London sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “Because of a spider.” She motions around the space. “One of which you probably scared into hiding with all thecommotion. My door, really? You couldn’t pick the lock; you had to kick it in? What’s wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?”

I close the space between us, not because I want to, but because I can’t control myself. I need her more than I’ve ever needed anything, and I hate myself for it. “Do you ever shut up?” I ask her, my hand hovering next to her face.

“Make me,” she says, her eyes looking up at me through her lashes.

I tuck a strand of her wet red hair behind her ear, her skin so soft and smooth. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Kiss me before I change my mind,” she tells me.

It’s just the approval I require to erase any remaining air separating us. My lips come crashing down onto hers, and they’re just as greedy as mine. London doesn’t hold back, reaching up to put her arms around my neck, her towel slipping off her body, her bare chest pressing against me. I lift her into the air, wrapping her legs around my torso and backing us into the front area to kick the door shut as best I can, not for a second breaking from our kiss. She moans into my mouth and the sound goes straight to my aching cock. My hand roams her body, and hers tangle in my hair—tugging, pulling, driving me fucking wild. She reaches for my waistband to unbutton my jeans and slides her hand into my pants, gripping my dick.

“Fuck,” I mutter against her and swirl my tongue along hers, desperate to feel her, all of her, as much as she’ll let me. I move us to the wall, her body pressed on mine, her hand stroking me.

She breaks away first, breathless. “Fuck me, Archer.”

“I want you to come first,” I tell her and roam my mouth over her cheek, down her neck, and suck along her collarbone, biting the sensitive skin gently.

“I saidfuck me.” London grabs a fistful of my hair and drags my lips back up to hers, parting them with her tongue.

I keep hold of her with one arm and take my cock into my palm with the other, sliding it over her wet pussy, teasing her a few times before shoving straight into her, watching as her head tilts back and her eyes close, her mouth making the sexiest sounds.

London relaxes onto my shaft as I pump into her, hard and deep, her tits bouncing between us. “Fuck, Archer,” she moans and tightens around me.

“Touch yourself, little tornado.” I hold her hips, letting the wall support her back, giving her a bit of room to put her hand between her legs. “Show me how you like it.”

She complies, her fingers gliding over her clit and around my cock that’s pounding in and out of her. London bites her lip, and I fuck her slower, not wanting this to end. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am, but I didn’t realize how badly I missed her until I was buried in her pussy, a place I’d like to die in, as morbid and terrible as that sounds.

London glances up at me, her eyes staring straight through me. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” I ask her, unsure of what she’s referring to. “I’m fucking you.”

“No, you’re not. You’re making love to me. Stop.”

I slow my pace even further.

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