Hollywood Hero: A Sexy Billionaire Romance (The Director's Assistant Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    I snuggled closer to Archer as he popped a bottle of champagne on his apartment balcony, watching with a happy heart as the cork sailed off into the darkness.
    “To us,” he said simply, pouring out two glasses.
    I shook my head. “To you. Without you, none of this would have ever happened.” I took a sip of my champagne, then looked at him from under lowered eyes. “You know, you looked kind of sexy in that SWAT suit earlier.”
    “Really?”
    I put the glass down. My hands trailed over his rock hard stomach. “Uh huh. In fact, more than just kinda . I’d go as far as to say smoking, actually.”
    Archer raised an eyebrow. “When you talk like that, you make me want to buy a flak jacket of my own.”
    “Ooh. Could you?”
    Archer leaned down to kiss me. “For you, anything.”
    This man. This man who was all I had ever wanted. I’d betrayed his trust, and he’d forgiven me. I’d asked for his trust, and he’d believed in me. He’d handed over that tape without hesitation. He’d remained loyal even when I’d pushed him away. He was the kindest, gentlest man I knew, yet when McNamara had threatened me, he’d been ferocious. 
    “Archer?” I asked softly.
    “Yes?”
    “Make love to me.”
    When I’d first met Archer, I’d thought he was out to save the world. I knew differently now. The thing that he had saved was me .
    Archer gathered me in strong arms, carrying me across the balcony threshold and into the bedroom. He laid me down gently upon silk sheets. Our mouths met in a long, luxurious kiss. My arms tightened around his neck, holding him close. I never wanted to let him go.
    His hands were on my back. They found the zipper of my dress, easing it down slowly. I could feel each sensual pop of the zip’s teeth as they released in a downward line, opening my body to him. 
    The trail of fire his hands left as they touched the newly exposed skin left me with shivers. I held the back of his head close to me, enjoying his fingers on my flesh. His lips nuzzled my neck.
    How had I become so lucky? I’d found a man who kindled a passion I’d never known existed. By setting me free, he’d bought my body and soul.
    His hands spread over my back, pushing my dress forward and over my shoulders. I slipped my arms from it, letting it fall between us. We kissed as he unhooked my bra, drawing a groan from the back of my throat as my breasts were freed to his touch.
    His mouth kept exploring; kissing along my chest, over my shoulders—drawing goosebumps where-ever his lips touched. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I began to work on undressing him. I unbuttoned his shirt first, exposing his smooth, muscled chest. Each gorgeous bulge of his pectorals ended in nipples which I kissed before moving on.
    I pulled the shirt from the waistband of his pants, next, and now I could see hard abdominals too. They were sculpted like a swimmers’; cords of muscle in a dual line that made my mouth salivate and sparked a heat between my legs I couldn’t wait to satisfy. My fingers worked quickly at his belt. 
    He pushed me, gently, onto the bed. “Eager,” he whispered, laughing.
    I stretched out on my back, Archer lowering himself over me. I pulled him down, arms around his neck, and told him what I thought of that statement with a deep, searching kiss. I needed him to know what he did to me, how good he made me feel.
    His hands went to his belt, finishing what I had started. Suddenly I could feel his huge, hard bulge through his boxers, and it was heavenly.
    “I need you,” I said, staring into his eyes. I saw so much there—love, passion, trust. I moved my hips up to meet his, expressing my need with my body, too.
    Our kisses began to get faster. I felt him, pressing against me as we kissed. My hands travelled down his back to his behind, gripping him. I moaned into his mouth as I worked his boxers below his hips. When my fingers had stretched as far as they could, his hands moved to help. I removed my