Page 64 of My Ruthless Neighbor

My eyes roll back, shiver taking over me when his arm comes around my waist while his other is still tangled in my hair.

Archer takes full control. His lips firm and hot, sliding over mine sensually.

I back up when I feel him stepping forward. Grabbing me, he walks me backward until my back bumps against the wall. I gasp, my lips parting.

He wastes no time. He takes advantage by sliding his tongue inside, demanding. Like him as it flickers and entwines with mine.

His scent, his taste goes straight to my head. I feel dizzy. Like I am drunk.

I try to remember that this means nothing. He is kissing me because I’m his only way out of his forced date. I convince myself to not read too much into this kiss.

He is a man of his word. He never lies. He just proved it. He is kissing me because this way he won’t be lying. This way, his rules will remain intact. His vow to never lie stays unbroken.

That doesn’t mean I can’t take advantage of this situation. If he can use me for his gain, I can use him too.

When Archer deepens the kiss, I wrap my arms tightly around his neck.

Groaning low in his chest, he grabs one of my hips and pulls me to him, even when there’s no space between us. I curl my leg around him and not missing a beat, he rolls his hips.

I moan loudly in his mouth when he thrusts again, his hardness hitting my clit.

It’s not enough. I need more. I want more. The ache between my legs intensifies when he bites my bottom lip. Hard. Ow.

My fingers grip his hair. I tug it. Hard. And he growls against my lips.

He wrenches his lips from mine and glares at me. I glare back. Our chests rising and falling.

“Nuisance.” He says.

“Asshole.” I snap, catching my breath.

His gaze flits down to my swollen lips at the same time I stare at his.

Somehow, our heads are moving closer again. Just when our lips are about to touch again, the back door of the restaurant opens.

Archer freezes. We both turn to find Meagan staring at us with accusation in her eyes.

We jerk apart. My legs turn to jelly and I stagger. Archer wraps his arm around my shoulders.

What is hedoing? The damage is already done. I don’t have to go to her to deliver his message because she saw it firsthand. She saw our tangled bodies.

My face burns in humiliation. I slap his hand away.

This is not right. I shouldn’t have done that. Everything escalated so quickly. One second we were talking and the other we were mauling each other.

I don’t like to think that I might be the reason behind this woman’s sadness. I don’t like to hurt people.

If you can’t make someone happy, then try your best not to become the reason behind their sadness either.

But today, I hurt someone. I can’t even blame all this on Archer alone. I lost control too.

I don’t bother righting my ruined ponytail. I can’t move. I am too embarrassed. It’s like I made out with her husband. I know they weren’t in a relationship. But I can’t help but feel like a criminal.

I bow my head when she walks to us, her heels clicking mutely against the pavement.

She reaches out and smooths his lapels. Lapels I creased by clutching onto them while he was devouring my mouth.

I twist my fingers into the hem of my skirt.

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