Page 168 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

I moan into his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeper as he penetrates me. He obliges me by putting another finger in, curving them upward and rocking them along my G-spot. I nearly tremble under his touch, my body coming alive for him. I tighten around his fingers and quiver when he brushes his thumb over my aching clit.

Archer weaves his free hand up my back to my neck, and grips a handful of my hair, dragging me away from his kiss. His eyes meet mine and I’m damn glad, because this means he’s going to let me orgasm soon. If the last few weeks have taughtme anything, it’s that Archer loves to watch me come undone for him.

He tightens his hold on the back of my head and rocks his fingers inside of me like he’s mastered the art of fucking me with every part of him. “Anything you want, London. It’s yours.” He continues to finger me. “You want money, it’s yours. I’ll take you anywhere, give you anything. You want the world to fucking burn, I’ll light the match. You have me—mind, body, and soul—in this life and the next. A million times over.”

My climax heightens with every word he speaks.

“My heart, my cock, my fingers…all yours.” He tilts my head toward him as I gasp and moan. His nose grazes mine. “Now come for me, little tornado. Show me what a beautiful mess you can make.”

He hits my clit and G-spot at just the right fucking angle to send me flying over the edge, my orgasm hitting so hard I lose vision for a second as I shatter under his heavenly wrath. My legs shake and he kisses me, swallowing every one of my moans. He doesn’t stop moving his fingers, not even while I tremble uncontrollably, pure bliss consuming me. Archer slows his movements and smiles against my mouth. “That’s my girl.” He carefully pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before withdrawing and sliding them around my throbbing clit. Archer tugs my panties back over my pussy and brings his hand to his mouth, tasting his soaked fingers. “The finest delicacy known to man.”

I catch my breath and will my heart to stop racing and the world to stop spinning. I’d think I’d be used to him making me come this intensely, but each time is unlike the last.

The second I’m almost certain I can return to somewhat normal, I almost jump out of his arms when the door to his apartment flies open and Seven steps through.

“Shit,” Archer mutters and glances at his watch. “I lost track of the days.”

“Smells like sex in here,” Seven announces loudly.

I manage to hop off Archer’s lap and stand without my legs giving out, forcing a polite smile at the rest of his siblings that follow Seven in. Dusting off the wrinkles in my skirt, I walk barefoot over to the kitchen and reach for the cabinet where the plates are, but Archer beats me there, swatting my hand away.

“Go sit down, little tornado. I’ve got this.”

I fold my arms over my chest and glare at him. “I can help.”

He presses a quick kiss on my lips. “I know you can, but that doesn’t mean you have to.” Archer gently pushes me. “Go sit at the table. I’ll be right behind you.”

“I wish you were right behind me.” I wink at him and smile as a smirk forms on his handsome face. “I made you blush.”

His eyes darken and I wish like hell I could read whatever filth that’s on his mind.

“There’s my firecracker.” Seven interrupts us and slaps his hands on the counter. “How are we?”

I sense the shift in Archer and react accordingly, moving to get Seven away from him. Archer is still pissed at Seven, and at Leo, and despite reasoning with him, I can’t quite get him to forgive them yet. I’m not even family and he gave me a second chance, I don’t know why he can’t do the same for them. Although, knowing those two, it’s probably their five billionth time stabbing Archer in the back.

Seven leans in close and lowers his voice. “You talk to Grace yet?”

“I’m working on it,” I tell him and guide him over to the table, pulling out a chair for him to sit in, at the far side where I know Archer won’t be. “These things require finessing.”

Seven shoves his bottom lip out, pouting like a damn baby.

“Cut that out. Grace wants a man, not a child,” I tease him.

He immediately straightens in his seat and adjusts his black satin shirt, the top two buttons undone and showing off his tattooed chest. “How’s this?” Seven shakes his head not even four whole seconds later. “Ah, who am I kidding?” He slumps in the chair and throws his arm over the back of the one next to him.

“I was almost impressed, Sev.” I slap his shoulder and turn toward the rest of the family as they settle into their respective chairs.

“London.” August nods a hello and thumbs something into his phone before setting it on the table and taking off his suit jacket. Does he not realize that family dinners don’t exactly require formal attire? Unless that’s all he owns. Suddenly, I can’t picture August in anything other than suits, even when he goes to bed, or gets in the shower, or goes for a swim in a pool.

I bite down a laugh as Ivy’s burning stare draws my attention. “Hey, Ivy.”

“I see you two resolved things,” she says, not even trying to hide her annoyance.

Archer approaches from beside her and sets a stack of plates on the table. “We have, which means you need to get that stick out of your ass, sister.”

She doesn’t get a chance to respond, not verbally—with her eyes she speaks a thousand words at once, none of them nice—because Leo comes over and opens his mouth.

“London, hey, how are you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before turning toward Archer. “Arch, buddy, have you forgiven me yet? I could really use your help, please.”

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