His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 279

And exactly as the thought crossed his mind, Archer acted on it.

He looked up, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of uncontrollable hunger. The next second, his grip tightened on her slender ankle, pulling her toward him as his massive frame surged forward, pressing her deep into the cushions.

His shadow engulfed her completely.

Virginia's back hit the leather sofa, and before she could even register what was happening, his mouth crushed down on hers.

It wasn't a tentative, gentle brush. It was a fiercely aggressive, possessive invasion.

His body heat was scorching, radiating through her thin silk loungewear like a furnace...

The intoxicating scent of Oud & Bergamot crashed over her, suffocating her in the best way possible.

"Arch—" The moment her lips parted, he deepened the kiss, taking full control.

A long time later, Archer finally tore his mouth away.

Panting heavily, his eyes completely glazed with dark intent, he scooped her up into his arms and strode furiously toward the master bedroom.

Startled, and utterly unable to walk on her sprained ankle, Virginia had no choice but to wrap her arms securely around his neck.

The main lights in the bedroom were off, leaving only the dim, amber glow of the bedside lamp.

Archer laid her onto the plush mattress, braced a knee against the edge, and loomed over her.

Pinning her down with one arm beside her head, he used his free hand to violently loosen his tie, his long fingers deftly undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.

The shift revealed the sharp lines of his collarbone and a glimpse of his sculpted chest, but he didn't care. He ducked his head, pressing scorching kisses against the side of her neck.

Virginia's breathing was completely shattered.

She pushed her hands against his rock-hard chest, her fingertips trembling slightly. "Archer..."

The man didn't stop, his voice terribly hoarse. "Yeah?"

"I... I'm not ready for this," she choked out, a faint trace of hesitation flickering in her eyes.

Seconds later, the sound of the icy shower hitting the tiles filled the room.

Virginia hadn't fallen asleep either.

Hearing the water, her ears burned bright red. She instinctively reached for her phone on the nightstand to check the time.

Right then, the screen lit up with a rapid-fire string of messages.

Clementine Sherwood: [Babe, I'm freezing and lonely all by myself in LA. *Crying emoji.*]

Clementine Sherwood: [You're living with the billionaire boss now, right? Sisterly advice: we are grown adults, so stop being shy! Do what needs to be done.]

Clementine Sherwood: [Mr. Vanderbilt has the broad shoulders, the tiny waist, the long legs. He is way hotter than any model at the club! If you don't use him, it's a total waste! Take him down!]

Virginia's face flushed crimson as she read.

That girl had absolutely zero filter! If Archer ever saw these texts, heaven only knew what kind of woman he'd think she was...