Page 103 of Marrying the Billionaire

Archer

Itake my time traveling down her body, sipping at her sweet skin, enjoying the way she strains toward me, the sounds of encouragement she makes, how she keeps running her hands through my hair restlessly, needing that contact.

I whisper kisses along her inner thighs, rubbing my thumb softly over her panties, her little twitches making me grin.

“Archer…”

I meet her eye, her hair spread wildly on the pillow, cheeks pink, lips slightly swollen from my kisses. The need to keep her like this every day tugs at me, wanting this connection between us. “You said on the phone you wanted me at your breasts first, then to finger you.”

“You remember that?” she pants as she lifts her hips so I can remove her panties. I unhook her bra too, sliding the straps down her arms until she’s completely nude for me, an erotic dream come to life.

“I can’t stop replaying every bit of that conversation in my head.” I shuck the rest of my clothes and bend down to slowly enter a finger in her, finding her already deliciously wet for me, and drag my thumb slowly over her clit, her thighs tensing in response.

Her fingers grip my hair as she tilts her hips forward, gently rocking against my hand. I add a second finger, pumping in and out of her, the breathy gasps she makes revving me up.

“Do you remember what you asked for next?”

“My pussy,” she breathes, the word even better seeing it fall from her lips. “Lick my pussy.”

I lean in, giving her a long lick, and her hips buck, immediately returning down for more. I bring my hands to her knees, parting her so she’s wide open for me, leisurely nuzzling her, savoring the honeyed taste of her.

“Every day from now on,” I tell her. “I want you like this every day.”

She nods, readily agreeing, and tilts her hips up, wanting more. I give her little nips and licks, building her up, and when she shifts restlessly under me, her fingers tightly gripping my hair, I bury my tongue in her, finding her clit with my thumb and rubbing.

“Yes,” she pants, arching her back. “Oh God, right there.”

I keep going as her cries rise in volume, and I have to palm my dick in relief, loving how vocal she is, how responsive. She crests the edge, coming gloriously for me, rocking her hips against my face in abandon until she comes down from her high.

She reaches for me, gripping the back of my neck as she kisses me, her tongue meeting mine, intertwining. Her hands roam my shoulders, her legs locking around my lower back as my body settles next to hers.

“That was amazing,” she murmurs against my lips. “You make me feel so alive.”

No, she’s the one who does that to me. I swear I haven’t really lived before the last couple weeks. “It’s the same for me. Everything’s better since you’ve come into my life.”

The dreamy haze leaves her. “Archer, you’re on the verge of possibly being disowned, losing your job and home.” Her face takes on a worried cast, tugging at my heart. “You can’t say that everything is better.”

I cradle her jaw, her luminous green eyes looking back at me, porcelain skin flushed, blonde brows knit in concern. I smooth the wrinkle there away with my lips, shaking my head softly at her. “Those things were never really mine. They were decided for me. But I want to choose my own path now. And that involves you. If Dad can’t respect that, I’m cutting ties. I’m honestly fine with it. It’s been a long time coming.”

She strokes a hand down my back. “I just want you to be sure.”

“I’m sure. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure about anything.”

Her lips curve up, a gasp escaping her as my dick brushes against her core. “I want you,” she whispers. “All of you. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

I leave her briefly to grab a condom out of my suitcase, glad I had the foresight at the airport after landing to buy a pack. I roll it on, watching her stretch languorously on the bed, her natural sensuality urging me to hurry and join her.

I move to the bottom of the mattress, kissing my way up her body, exploring her thoroughly until she’s squirming underneath me, her breaths hastening.

“Are you ready?” I ask her, positioning myself at her entrance.

“I’m so ready for you.”

I savor this moment as I enter her for the first time, her tightness gripping me.

Her eyes squeeze shut, lips parting seductively. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Warmth radiates through me, her words a balm to my soul now that I’ve had time to process them. How did I ever get so lucky? What are the chances this business deal would turn into the real thing?

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