Page 165 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"You can wreck my life anytime, my little tornado."

"Shut up and kiss me, big guy."

Archer grins before doing exactly that, his mouth meeting mine, something so drastically different in the way he touches me, the way our bodies melt into each other’s, the way I want nothing more than to get closer to him, not out of the undeniable chemistry we've always shared, but because of something much deeper this time, something that I can only assume is love.

He backs me straight into the wall, my body hitting it with a thud. Archer's arm wraps around my waist and my hands slide up his neck and into his hair. He lifts me from the ground, his body pinning me there, the heat of us becoming one. We stay that way for a few minutes, not quite getting enough of each other, until the door to my apartment opens and the sound of it shutting pulls me away from the sexy man grinding into me.

With Archer still holding on to me, I settle my sights on Grace, who is holding a brown sack of food in her hand, her eyes wide.

"Well," she says. "Um. I see that I'm interrupting something here." Grace walks farther into the apartment and drops the bag on the counter. "I'm just going to leave this here, for whenyou two arefinished." She puts her thumb and pinkie finger to her face, mimicking a phone, and mouths, "Call me later," and slowly backs away, slipping out the door she entered through, not even waiting for an explanation.

I laugh into Archer's neck and sigh, taking him in. "Oops."

His dark eyes meet mine. "You hungry?"

"Not for what's in that bag."

Archer swallows and asks me, "What are you hungry for?"

"You," I tell him, not a second pause from his question to my answer. "We've spent more time apart than we have together and I don't want to waste another moment. I missed you, Archer. So fucking badly."

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Bagels," I confirm.

"Good." His gaze scans my face. "Do I have permission to make love to you?"

I inhale and consider his words carefully. The last time we hooked up I told him not to, but it wasn't because that isn't what I wanted, it's because I was afraid of what things would turn into if we got too deep. But here we are, surviving the worst, finally showing up authentically for each other.

"I give you my permission," I mutter finally, no longer afraid of my feelings for him.

Archer's cheeks turn up as if he was afraid I might have a different response, and he continues holding me as he carries me into the bedroom and sets me on the edge of the bed. He kneels in front of me and unbuttons my jeans, guiding them over my ass and off my legs. He trails his hands up my now exposed skin, up my thighs. "You're so fucking beautiful, London." Archer shakes his head. "I can't believe you're mine."

I press my foot to his chest, stopping him. "Your what?"

His brows bunch together.

"Ask me, big guy."

Archer sighs dramatically but then clears his throat, standing completely up, holding my foot in his hands. "London, will you grant me the immense honor of being your boyfriend?"

"Hmm." I squint my eyes. "I mean…I guess so."

"You guess so?" Archer narrows his gaze. "You're really out here trying to break my heart, aren't you?"

"Archer," I say, no longer wanting to tease him, at least not like this. "Be my boyfriend."

He winks at me. "If you say so,girlfriend."

I release my leg and pull my shirt up over my head, tossing it onto the floor, no doubt driving him insane by my lack of tidiness. I reach for his waist, undoing his pants as he takes his shirt off to reveal his tattooed, chiseled stomach. My nipples perk at the sheer sight of him and I skim my hands up his chest, feeling the ridges of his abs, going all the way down to grip his cock. I take him into my fists and lick his tip, looking up at him. Swirling the edge of him over my lips, I spread them and guide him into my mouth, moaning when he hardens against me.

Archer holds on to my head, his tattooed fingers in my hair, sliding me along his growing shaft. He takes a big breath and bucks his hips before saying, "Lay back on the bed."

I scoot on my elbows, my eyes never leaving his as he climbs onto the mattress with me and skims his fingers up my thigh and to my core.

"You're already so wet for me." He positions himself beside me and slips his fingers into my soaked hole, rubbing his thumb on my clit.

I turn toward him, keeping my legs apart and grabbing hold of his cock to take him into my mouth again. I moan onto him and revel in his thickness, and the way his hand rocks waves of pleasure over me. Hungrily, I suck every inch of him I can and whimper, my hips moving, my pussy clenching.

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