Page 147 of My Ruthless Opponent

I have never come this hard in my life.

Raleigh keeps licking me until my legs stop trembling. Until my breathing returns to normal. He continues to lick me until I come back down from the high.

He finally releases my wrists and gets to his feet.

My legs feel like jelly and I might have fallen off the table if it weren’t for him.

He gathers me in his arms and takes me to bed.

As soon as my head hits the softness of the pillows, sleep pulls me under its spell.

???

A knock rouses me.

I blink groggily. I am alone. I look over the windows.

The sun has set and dusk settled over the ocean. Damn, I slept for hours.

There’s another knock on the door.

Throwing the covers off me, I twist to climb off the bed and see a note lying on the bedside table. I pick it up.

It’s from Raleigh. I walk to the door while reading it. It says he is going to work with his team most of the night.

Heaving a sigh, I open the door and come face to face with Archer.

He stands in my doorway looking dashing as always in a black sweatshirt and jeans. The sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Hey,” My lips stretch in a big smile.

Archer smiles back, his eyes closing in the process.

He is carrying a takeout bag and holds it up. “Hope you’re hungry. Got your favorite.”

“I am. Come on in.”

The delicious aroma of Korean food fogs the room as I open the door wider for him to enter.

My stomach growls as he passes me and we both chuckle. “Seems like I’m right on time.”

Shutting the door close behind me, I turn and find Archer setting the bag on the small dining table in the living room.

“Raleigh still out working?” He asks without facing me as he unloads the containers of food.

“Yeah,” I say glumly.

He turns at that. Tears open the chopsticks packet and shake his head in awe.

“What?” I can’t help but ask.

He points his chopsticks toward me, his eyes gleaming. “You have it bad for him, don’t you?”

I avert my gaze, my ears and cheeks going red.

A burst of laughter from him makes me glare at him. “Shut up.”

His shoulders shake in laughter as he pulls out a can of coke from the bag and faces me, leaning against the edge of the table.

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