Page 102 of Marrying the Billionaire

I peek over at him, his face set in concentration as he looks ahead, the dark slash of his brows, his full lips, the stubble he doesn’t normally sport. The lines bracketing his mouth are more prominent than usual, a tiredness lingering around his eyes. He must be exhausted from the plane ride, from dealing with this whole situation. But he made the effort anyway. And we’ll figure something out. I want to spend my life with this man.

The hotel lobby is quiet as we enter, the woman behind the counter’s eyes flaring in recognition as she spots us. She thankfully stays professional and treats us like any other guest, but I can’t help but feel on edge, hoping she doesn’t report us to some gossip site if Archer wants to stay under the radar. At least it shouldn’t be too suspicious. There’s definitely one reason a couple would check into a hotel in a city they already live in.

Sex.

And I can only assume that’s what’s on the agenda for tonight. It’s on mine, at any rate.

A tingle races down my spine as he books a room for Mr. and Mrs. Bishop, pulling out a card I’ve never seen before to pay.

“It’s my own account,” he says when he catches me looking. “Dad’s not linked to it at all. I’ll get you your own card tomorrow.”

I nod, a small part of me easing knowing he’s looking out for me, but the bigger part is ramping up in anticipation for what’s to come as the clerk hands us each a key to our room on the fifth floor.

He wraps his arm around my waist as we walk over and wait for the elevator, his palm hot through the thin cotton of my dress. “I’m guessing all your sexy lingerie is back at home?” he murmurs in my ear.

I grin, loving his teasing. “Other than the set I’m wearing.”

His breath tickles my neck, a wash of goosebumps racing across the area. “I’m taking it off you as soon as we get up there.”

A deep ache pulses within me as we step on the elevator, and I don’t wait for the doors to close before I reach up and kiss him. He crowds me into the back of the elevator car, bracing his hands on either side of me as he takes my mouth roughly, no preamble to how much he wants me. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than here right now, surrounded by him.

I match him kiss for kiss, reaching our destination too soon, and have to pause as we find our room. The green light flashes as he swipes the lock, and he opens the door wide, surprising me when he picks me up to carry me inside.

“I never did this last time,” he murmurs, bringing me over to the giant king bed. He lays me down, stepping back for a moment to look at me, heat in his gaze.

It feels a long time coming to this point. Agreeing to this deal two months ago thinking I’d be marrying him, pleasantly surprised when I actually did get to marry him, growing closer, discovering our mutual attraction, falling in love with him. And now, finally, consummating this marriage, despite us technically not being married anymore.

His big body covers me and I relish his weight atop me as his mouth meets mine once more, his kisses drugging, building me higher. I hitch a leg over his hip, tilting my own to better rub against him, wanting more.

His palm skims down my thigh, my overheated skin tingling where he touches, until he reaches the curve of my ass, squeezing lightly. “I meant to go slow with you. I promised our first time wouldn’t be a quickie.”

“But I want you.” I kiss his jaw, the arch of his neck, behind his ear, anywhere I can reach, impressing the taste of him on my memory. With the way things have been lately, I’m half afraid he’ll somehow be ripped from me again.

“Serena.” He twists to the side, the loss of his body turning me cold. “You have me. All of me.” He leans in, gentler as he kisses me softly, teasing me, cupping my jaw to keep control. “And I plan on discovering all of you. Slowly.”

He reaches a hand down, his fingers featherlight as they drift up my other thigh, dragging my dress up until it’s pooled around my waist. “I don’t know if I’ve seen these before.” He strokes soft fingers over the side of my lace panties, too far from where I want him. “Does the top match?”

“You’ll have to look to find out.”

He grins, leaning in to kiss me again, his hand delving under the bottom of my dress to trace my stomach, everywhere he touches branding me, marking me for his own. He travels across my torso, light caresses that tease, my thighs squeezing together to relieve the growing ache.

When he gets to the undersides of my breasts, I let out a groan. “Strip me. Please.” I can’t help how breathy my voice sounds, but it seems to have the intended effect as he shifts, his hands spanning my ribcage as he peels my dress off me, revealing my pink lace lingerie.

He pauses a moment as his gaze rakes me up and down, pure lust shining through. “You have the most amazing body. That first night you came into my office with that skimpy robe…” He bites his lip, shaking his head. “I didn’t know it, but you had me then.”

Well, mission accomplished. “Let me see you too.” I tug at the hem of his dress shirt. “You’re the one with the amazing body.”

His daily time in the gym proves evident as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing those hard pecs I love so much. A shudder runs through me as I trail a hand up his abs to his chest, circling a nipple with my thumb.

“I’m supposed to be teasing you,” he says, even as he clearly enjoys what I’m doing.

“I want you to do more than tease.”

“All things in due time,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me once more, his lips moving south over my jaw, my neck, my chest, flirting with the edge of my bra cup.

I strain upward, needing more contact, and he finally gives me what I want, peeling the cup down, sucking my nipple, his tongue hot on me. I pant his name, digging my fingers through his hair, holding him in place as he tortures me in the sweetest way possible.

He pulls the other cup down, repeating it on the other side, lapping at my nipple till it’s a hard bud, the action tugging at the invisible string within me running from my breasts straight to my pussy.

“More,” I beg, craving him.

He looks up at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “I’ll give you everything.”

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