CH 130:

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire

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Chapter 130:

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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