CH 123:

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire

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Chapter 123:

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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