His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 356

The young scholar awkwardly rubbed his nose, politely apologized, and hurried away.

The surrounding scholars exchanged glances before breaking into good-natured laughter and cheers.

"Dr. Ginny, no wonder you always turn down your suitors. You were hiding such a spectacular boyfriend," a female scholar said, raising her champagne glass. "Wishing you both happiness."

Archer accepted the well-wishes with total ease.

He even raised his glass in a silent toast and downed it in one smooth motion.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, exuding raw masculine magnetism.

Virginia didn't offer a rebuttal. She took a tiny sip of her champagne, the cool liquid failing to douse the heat rushing to her cheeks.

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At 10 PM, inside the penthouse suite at The Peninsula Hotel Munich.

The floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a dazzling cityscape, while the room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single floor lamp.

Virginia kicked off her heels, stepping barefoot onto the plush wool rug.

The back-to-back international flights and intense academic networking left her looking beautifully exhausted.

Her black silk blouse was slightly wrinkled, making her exposed skin look even more delicate.

She sat down on the sofa, rubbing her aching neck and shoulders.

A glass of warm honey water appeared in front of her.

Archer had changed into a light gray silk robe at some point, the belt tied loosely, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest.

He pressed the glass into her hands, then stepped behind the sofa, naturally placing his strong hands on her shoulders and massaging with just the right amount of pressure.

"Archer..." she tried to stop him, but he leaned down, his lips brushing her earlobe as he gave it a light bite.

"Virginia," he murmured her name, pressing a trail of kisses down the side of her elegant neck.

His touch was careful and reverent, yet laced with raw predatory tension. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back flush against his burning chest.

Virginia's breathing completely shattered.

She didn't even notice him take the glass from her hands and set it on the table.

He rounded the sofa, dropping to one knee on the rug, framing her face with both hands as he captured her lips in a claiming kiss.

He coaxed her mouth open, invading her senses, forceful yet devastatingly gentle as he urged her to respond.

It was utterly intoxicating.