Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 123:.Archibald’s answer comes in a quietly murmured, “Hold still,” and a repositioning that puts Isabella between his thighs and her back against Archibald’s chest. It’s easy, then, to tip her head back to look at the stars, equally easy in turn to press warm, mouthy kisses to Archibald’s lips and jawline, the column of her neck. Archibald makes a pleased, indulgent noise from the back of his throat and adjusts his hold to accommodate her better.“That’s lovely,” he says, “Always such a sweetheart.”Isabella shivers a little, even in the warm night air, and tries hard not to think about what might happen if she spread her thighs right here and asked if he’d like to indulge her in something else. She doesn’t, mostly because the idea of getting sand in sensitive places is enough to put her off the idea entirely.“When you, uh. When you say private, how private are we talking?”Archibald goes very still, and Isabella can’t resist a glance
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 124: .The drink is good, rum-based and fruity sweet-tart from the pineapple juice. It goes down smooth with no burn from the alcohol, and when Archibald’s glass is empty, he wordlessly trades it out for his own half-full one as if that had been his plan all along.“But this one’s—”“Also yours. Two might be a bit much for right now, but you’ll be alright with one and a bit. I can tell that you’re still a bit nervous.” Archibald’s voice is calm and patient, and he doesn’t seem to mind that every move Isabella makes manages to splash water onto the fabric of his pants. He not only doesn’t mind but does, in fact, seem to be actively encouraging it by way of his fingertips idly painting patterns onto Isabella’s wet shoulders.Isabella feels her heart rate kick up at how this all feels and how it feels to be looked at the way that Archibald’s looking at her right now, like she’s something lovely and charming and special. Isabella’s not any
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 124: .Here is the edited version with the changes:---**Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire** **Chapter 124:** The drink is good, rum-based and fruity sweet-tart from the pineapple juice. It goes down smooth with no burn from the alcohol, and when her glass is empty, Archibald wordlessly trades it out for his own half-full one as if that had been his plan all along.“But this one’s—”“Also yours. Two might be a bit much for right now, but you’ll be alright with one and a bit. I can tell that you’re still a bit nervous.” Archibald’s voice is calm and patient, and he doesn’t seem to mind that every move Isabella makes manages to splash water onto the fabric of his pants. He not only doesn’t mind but does, in fact, seem to be actively encouraging it by way of his fingertips idly painting patterns onto Isabella’s wet shoulders.Isabella feels her heart rate kick up at how this all feels and how it feels to be looked at the way that Archi
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 126: .Her nipples pebble with the temperature change, and Isabella wonders if she looks as wrecked and slutty as she feels.Archibald is the picture of calm composure in front of her, watching her patiently and visibly making mental notes of Isabella’s ragged breathing and the way her hands twist together.“I’m going to blow you, dearest,” Archibald tells her, “and then I’m going to fuck you out here until you forget what embarrassment feels like. You will let me know immediately if at any point you’re not having a good time.” It’s not a question, not a request, certainly not a suggestion. That’s an order and it comes with the kind of searing eye contact that Isabella doesn’t know how to break.Archibald doesn’t move until Isabella answers with a quick, wordless nod.“Good girl.” He brushes a hand along the line of Isabella’s thighs, pressed closely together like that can keep her from being the most obviously turned-on idiot on the pla
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 127:.Isabella has had enough emotionless, lackluster sex to be able to easily imagine it—somehow being convinced by a made-up partner to try something like this, only to have it be absolute shit instead. And then, right when she’s about to throw in the towel and call it quits, the idea of this woman stepping out of the shadows, annoyed and frustrated at the inability of this nameless, faceless someone to give Isabella what she needs and offering to take their place, and Isabella, frustrated and annoyed on her own behalf, taking her up on it.Isabella thinks about sending away Nameless And Faceless and dropping her legs open in invitation to make room for Archibald between them instead in the hopes that he’d make up for her previous partner’s ineptitude.Archibald might be a stranger in the fantasy that Isabella has looping through her brain right now but the one in front of her certainly isn’t. Archibald presses another searing kiss to t
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .CH 128: .Isabella’s ears go hot with a combination of embarrassment from being called out and a sudden uptick in arousal, which has been at a lazy, low buzz this whole time, at the way Archibald’s teasing at her mouth with one hand and her nipples with the other. He’s rolling them between his fingers, pinching carefully until they harden, and Isabella’s arching tits-first into his touch.“I’m going to give you what you wanted and were afraid to ask for on the beach, right here,” Archibald promises, stroking down Isabella’s body like she’s some kind of woman-sized housecat, “and after that, I’m going to fuck you. Sound good?”Isabella shivers even with Archibald’s sturdy warmth pressed up against her back.She nods once, very quickly, only to receive a gentle, scolding tsk and teeth that press into the side of her throat for her trouble.“I’d like to hear you say it, please.”“Yes,” Isabella manages to whisper, “that sounds good—” a heartbeat’s
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 129:.It isn’t that Archibald gets louder so much as his perpetual composure cracks into something a little wild and insistent, a taste of feeling that gets kept under lock and key. The emphasis is accompanied by a slow, purposeful thrust into Isabella’s body that threatens to undo her completely.“I want to fill you up so full of pleasure that you can’t remember ever being hurt,” Archibald says like a caress, a promise, a confession. “I would keep you safe and make you happy, if only you would let me. All you would ever have to do is ask it.”Isabella is being tortured.Lovingly, kindly, mercilessly tortured under the soft, steely warmth that simmers in her guts and underneath her skin at Archibald’s words and the way he’s able to take her apart by barely touching her. By barely doing anything. One finger combined with the way that man is talking to her has Isabella rolling her hips to meet each movement, uncaring of the way her back arc
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 130: .It’s the kind of orgasm that takes away her breath and all her strength to hold herself up; the position she’s in doesn’t require much to start with but Isabella’s still fawn-shaky, face pressed into the upholstery and trembling head to toe. Isabella’s allowed two or three heartbeats to gulp helplessly like a fish out of water, suddenly empty and hating every second of it, before she’s being bodily scooped into Archibald’s arms and pulled into his chest like she’s tiny and easy to protect. God, it feels so good; Archibald knows exactly how Isabella likes to be held—not gently but with a fair bit of squeeze and pressure. *I’m here* is what that hold says, not a suggestion or a question, but a fact. *I’m here.* Isabella’s eyes are wet and burning, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knows that she’ll be mortified about this later, will think about being rendered a teary mess from one really, really good orgasm with a fair