Page 93 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"I could buy you one?" Archer says without hesitation.

Grace laughs. "I think your generosity is enough, Archer. Anyway, won't you need a date?" She side-eyes Leo and I wonder if he's going to get the hint or if he's going to be a dumb boy.

He clears his throat, picking up on it easily. "Will you be my date, Grace McCallister?"

"Hmm." She taps at her mouth. "I mean, I guess a date would be nice…"

"What's a man gotta do? Get down on his knees and beg?" Leo all but puts out his bottom lip and pouts. It's sort of cute watching them flirt, but I can't help but feel like something isoffwith them. It's too forced, too fake, too inauthentic.

She has more chemistry with Seven, even if she claims she hates him. Although, I'm sure she'd never admit that because she and Seven are truly opposites. Not like Archer and I, but to a more extreme level. Everything that Seven is missing—common decency, empathy, kindness, a moral compass—Grace has in heaps. Things between them would never work. Although I imagine their sex life would be fueled with fiery passion.

My mind floats back to Archer, his mouth on my center in the parking garage, the sensation of his hands on me a distant memory, begging to not be forgotten. I adjust in my seat, my cheeks reddening.

"I'd make you beg," Grace finally says. "But there's no one here to witness it, and what fun would that be?"

"I'd find enjoyment out of it," Archer adds, his gaze doing a double take on mine. He pauses and comes closer. "You okay? We can get out of here."

I force a smile. "I'm good."

My feelings are too fucking conflicted and they're starting to get on my nerves. Can't my mind, my heart, and my vagina decide what they want with Archer before I internally combust?

Under the table, Archer slides his tattooed hand onto my leg, resting it near my knee, his touch setting my skin on fire. "You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?"

I swallow and nod. "Mmhm."

His eyes dance back and forth as he tries to see through what I'm hiding from him.

I place my hand on top of his and give it a gentle squeeze. "Everything is fine, big boy."

"There's my little tornado." Archer's cheeks turn up into a grin and he winks at me, my entire body igniting with a passion I cannot do a damn thing about other than snuff it out.

Three waiters approach the table providing an escape from Archer's torture he doesn't even realize he's inflicting on me. They set various plates around the table, pointing and going into brief detail about which is what, and somehow, I don't hear a single word of it. I just smile and nod politely and wait for them to leave, my head ringing and my core tightening.

Archer scoots his chair in, and I find myself doing the same, copying him without meaning to. He leans in again, this time right next to my ear. "Do I have your permission to touch you?"

I blink at him, confused by his question. "Of course," I respond.

Slowly, he returns his hand to my knee, sliding his inked fingers under the dainty fabric of my dress.

Grace and Leo place some of the food onto their respective plates and dig in, chatting amongst themselves, probably finalizing details about their gala date, or curing cancer for all I know. I can't be bothered, not with Archer's hand tracing a trail up my thigh.

My breath catches as he stops at my panty line, only I'm not wearing any, and he must have just come to this conclusion.

I reach for the glass of water near my cocktail, busying myself with taking a sip while Archer traces his finger along mywetness, teasing my entrance. I stifle a moan when he slips a finger in, my pussy clenching around him, my heart picking up its pace at being this exposed, this intimate, in a public setting.

With complete fucking composure, Archer takes his left hand to reach for one of the appetizers, placing it into his mouth. "This is good," he mutters, grabbing another one and extending it toward me. "You should try it."

My eyes meet his, never leaving them as I obey, opening my mouth and my legs just slightly. Archer carefully places the appetizer into my mouth and shoves his finger in farther, twisting it to apply pressure to the softness of my G-spot. He lingers his thumb over my lip and watches me chew while slowly rocking his hand so discreetly that neither of our table guests seems to be aware that he's fucking me with his hand.

I let out a soft moan, the sound easily passing for satisfaction with the flakey, gooey thing I'm currently chewing. But Archer and I both know my suppressed sounds are for him, and him only.

"You want another one?" he asks me, and I can't quite make out what exactly it is he's referring to. "This is such great finger…food." Archer pops another one of the bite-sized pastries into his mouth. "These are good, right?" He points to the plate, commanding the attention of Grace and Leo, his other finger gliding in and out of my pussy.

The two of them mumble something and motion to the other things on the table that I don't care one bit about.

"I'll take another one," I blurt out and scoot down, doing everything I can not to ride his fucking hand right here and now.

Archer smirks, feeding me once more, only this time, shoving another finger inside of me, too. He positions his hand to cup my pussy, with his thumb resting just along my aching clit, dying for him to apply pressure and finish me off.

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