Page 155 of My Ruthless Neighbor

When he takes a step toward me, I raise my palms. “Stop where you are.”

“You are upset.”

“What a great discovery,” I say sardonically.

“Drop that attitude.” Warning rings in his voice as he leans against the front of his desk. Crossing his arms, he regards me.

I am so stunned that I remain mute for a solid minute. He takes my silence for compliance because he fires off next question. “Tell me what’s bothering you?”

“You!” Marching to him, I poke my index finger into his chest. “You are bothering me.”

In a blink, his hands are on my hips, tugging me to his body. He takes advantage of my shock by leaning down to drop a hard kiss on my parted lips.

My eyes fall shut and I cling on to his shoulders. I kiss him back. His arm slides up my waist and pulls me closer while his other hand moves up to cup my jaw.

Adrenaline and desire run in my veins. He doesn’t break the kiss as he walks me backward until the backs of my legs hit the leather couch.

Finally, he breaks the kiss and before I could gather my wits to yell at him, he sits on the couch and pulls my arm, I fall on his lap. He arranges me so that I am straddling him.

I struggle again and he subdues me with another brutal kiss. My body comes to life when I feel his hardness against my core.

My hands sink into his hair as I grind on his length. A moan escapes me when he grips my ass and thrusts up.

Just when the fun began, he slows the movement.

“What did I do?” He asks after breaking the kiss.

“What?” I snap. I was so close. He is so frustrating!

“What did I do to make you upset?” He brushes hair behind my ear.

“The list is long.” I push his chest so I could get off him. He doesn’t budge.

“I have time.”

“You do?” I arch a brow.

“Yes.” He turns his head and presses his nose in my hair, inhaling.

“What about your meeting?” My tone is breathy. Why does he affect me so much?

“Let me worry about that.” He says, making my heart flutter. “Now tell me. What’s wrong?”

“You bought a car and registered it under my name.”

“Did you like it?” He moves down and kisses my throat, distracting me. I pull back.

“I can’t keep it.”

His brows pull together. “We can exchange the model if you don’t like it.”

“It’s not about the model, Archer and you know it. The car is beautiful.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The fact thatyoubought it.”

“I am still missing your point here.”

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