Page 163 of My Ruthless Neighbor

With one last thrust, he tenses then releases deep inside me and groans.

We stay like this for a few beats before Archer rolls us to the side. He slips out of me.

My eyes are closed when I feel him climbing off the bed.

After our quickie in his office a week ago, everything was back to normal. Archer didn’t try talking to me and I was grateful for it.

He came to my place every night. We still fuck like we can’t get enough of each other. In a nutshell, we were okay.

I jerk when he grips my knee with one hand and parts me. Then he runs a warm cloth between my legs. We’ve stopped using condoms now. Every night, Archer cleans me before leaving. But tonight, it makes me frown.

Normally, he fucks me at least three times a night. But today, he came over earlier than his usual time and we had sex only once.

And judging by the way he’s collecting his clothes, he doesn’t plan to stay for the second and third round.

“You’re leaving?” The words are out of my mouth before I could stop them.

He nods. “Business dinner.”

“Oh,” I sit up and pull the bed sheet over my naked body. “With Hannah and Raleigh?” I ask because they often go out for dinner once in a while.

“No,” he says, not elaborating further as he pulls up his boxers and turns to look for his shirt.

I gasp loudly and reach for the bedside lamp to turn it on. I gape at his muscled back.

I am not shocked by the sexy grooves or those dimples on his lower back. I am shocked because every inch of his exposed skin is covered in…tattoos.

The tattoos are a stark contrast to Archer’s personality. He is the epitome of sophistication who dresses in custom made suits. But beneath those powerful suits is a secret.

His back is peppered with various small pieces of tattoos but in the dead center is the tattoo of a massive dragon breathing fire. The dark ink speaks for itself. It oozes bad boy energy.

The intimidating details leave me absolutely speechless. It looks so real. The black shadings and the small curved shapes really bring the dragon to life.

I never imagined him to have a tattoo much less a whole freaking canvas of a back.

And what boggles me is the fact that I am just now seeing this. How the hell is that possible?

I rub my eyes with my knuckles just to be sure that I am not dreaming. It’s still there. “Holy fuck.”

He turns to me. “What?”

“You have tattoos,” I whisper as if I’m telling him a secret.

Something on Archer’s face shifts, something unfamiliar shadowing his eyes. Without another word, he starts shrugging on his shirt.

The atmosphere in the room is tensed when he is fully dressed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says over his shoulder as he walks away, leaving me baffled.

???

“Did you record it?” I ask with a grin.

Raleigh rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to waste my phone storage.”

I gasp. “You dick!”

I aim the dry roasted peanut at him but decide against throwing it and pop it in my mouth. Why should Iwastethe tasty little thing on him?

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