Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
He bites my nipples, kissing each one in reverence, and then he drops lower and lower. He spreads my legs and pulls me apart for his pleasure. I hold my breath as he looks at me. His lips gently kiss my inner thighs.
It always feels so intimate when he looks at me like this…the intimacy I crave from him, the entrée to perfection.
His thick tongue slides through my flesh, and I arch my back as the pleasure takes over. Spencer rests my legs over his shoulders. His hands are splayed on my lower stomach, and I watch him lick me like I’m a goddess.
His goddess.
With every swipe of his tongue, I love him just that little bit more. My hands rest on the back of his head.
“Baby, come up here,” I whisper. “I want you close tonight.”
He crawls up and over me. His lips glisten with my arousal. “Do you know how much I fucking love you, angel?” he whispers.
I wrap my legs around his waist. “Why don’t you show me?”
In a perfectly practiced move, he slides his thick cock deep inside me, and we both moan in unison. I feel my pulse throbbing in every part of my body. Our lips crash together, and we kiss as his body withdraws and slowly slides in home once more.
“Spence…” I murmur against his big lips.
“Yeah, angel.”
“I want you to roll me over and fuck me hard.”
He bites my bottom lip and tugs on it with his teeth. “I’ve created a monster.”
He flips me over and slams into me with a hard slap on my behind. He grabs my nipple and squeezes it, causing me to cry out in pain.
“Fuck me,” I moan as my sex clenches around him. This is what I love—a certain kind of craziness that comes over me when he awakens the animal inside of my soul. “Fuck me hard.”
22
Charlotte
Eight weeks later
“Hold the keys up to your face as if you’re going to kiss them,” Spencer instructs.
I roll my eyes with a smirk, secretly loving his directions. I do as I’m told and hold the keys up while he clicks away on his phone.
It’s early on a Monday evening, and we’re standing at the front door of my new office, having just picked up the keys. Spencer is in his element being the event’s photographer.
“Okay, babe.” He gestures towards the lock. “Open your new office.”
I turn the key and open the big heavy door, seeing the huge, bronzed letters on the wall hanging over the reception desk.
A.L.A.
“Angel’s Legal Assistance,” Spence reads aloud, gently poking me in the stomach. “That’s you.”
“Oh my God, Spence. I can’t believe we did it.”
“You did this.” He smiles proudly and takes me into his arms.
I smile up at the gorgeous man in front of me. “Thank you, I couldn’t have done this without you.”
He kisses me softly. “Yes, you could have.”
“I really couldn’t. You’re the most supportive man I’ve ever met, and you’ve helped me every step of the way.”
He wrinkles his nose. “I was aiming for the hottest lover in history, but whatever.”
I giggle. “That, too.”
“I think your desk arrived today. Go and take a look.” He smiles.
I skip down the hallway and open the door to my office. My mouth falls open.
My desk did arrive, and on the top of it are vases and vases of beautiful flowers. “Spence,” I whisper as I look around at them all and see a card is pinned to one. I open it.
To my beautiful Charlotte
Congratulations.
I am so very proud of you.
You are the light of my life.
I love you,
Spence
xox
My eyes instantly fill with tears and I turn to him.
“I love you.” He smiles tenderly down at me.
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I whisper, overcome with emotion.
I turn back to the desk and notice a black briefcase. “What’s in there?”
“That’s your office supplies.” He smirks with a mischievous look in his eyes.
I frown and click open the catch. All set out and strategically placed inside black foam are a large assortment of dildos and sex toys.
“What the hell?” I gasp as my eyes fly up to his. “Spencer!”
He chuckles at my shocked reaction.
“What on earth would I need this for?”
“To keep in your desk in case of an emergency.”
My mouth falls open. “You think I’m going to masturbate in my office? Are you crazy?”
He shrugs. “It’s a great stress reliever. Being in business is tough, babe.”
“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes. “You are a sex maniac.” I slam the briefcase closed. “We’re taking these home. There’s no way in hell I’m doing that in here.”
He licks his lips, arousal flickering in his eyes. “Threesome tonight, it is.”
“You want to have a threesome with me and a dildo?”
“That’s right.”
“Spencer Jones, you are a sexual deviant.”
He grabs me by the behind and sinks his teeth into my neck. “One who likes to watch.”