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)
I do it again and again, and soon we have a rhythm, and she begins to thrash beneath me.
“Spence,” she moans.
I clench my jaw to try and hold it, to stop myself from coming, but she’s too beautiful.
I can’t.
The bed begins to hit the wall with force. I bring her other leg up to my chest and we both stop suddenly as our eyes lock.
Her eyes search mine, and she brings her hand up to cup my cheek.
“I love you,” she whispers.
My eyes roll back, and I drop to my elbows to take her lips with mine. Our kiss is soft, hungry, and prolonged. Her hands move to my shoulders as her legs wrap around my waist.
This is what happens with her every time.
She blows my mind with this intimacy thing she has going on. I can’t get enough.
I’m addicted.
She begins to thrash. “Now, Spencer.”
I smile, knowing this is the first time she has begged me for an orgasm. I lift myself and slam in deep. She cries out, so I do it again, and she contracts and clenches around me. My cock jerks and I blow so fucking hard, I roll my head back and moan loudly.
Damn this fucking condom.
And then we kiss, and it’s just the two of us. Nothing else matters in my world but her.
I hold her tight and I smile against her lips.
“What?” She smirks.
“You’re getting very good at that.”
“I have a good teacher.” She giggles as she kisses me again.
“Baby, we haven’t even started yet.” I pull out and roll onto my back, bringing her body over mine. I kiss her temple as we lay close. I can feel her heart still beating hard in her chest.
“What are you making me for dinner, Jones?” She looks up at me.
I run my hand down and over her ass. “Whatever room service is delivering.”
* * *
I sit at my desk and stare at the plans in front of me. It’s late in the afternoon and I’ve been hectic all day, taking endless meetings with clients.
My phone rings and the name Seb lights up the screen.
“Hi.” I smile and lean back in my chair.
“The mattress is in your room and waiting for the princess. Completely sex-stain free… for now.”
I chuckle. “Thanks, man, I owe you one.”
“And I may have fucked the sales assistant to guarantee your delivery.”
“What?”
He chuckles, and I know he’s joking.
“Where’s my old mattress?” I ask.
“They took it away. It caught fire as soon as it saw daylight.”
I laugh. “I don’t doubt it.” I hear the door click, and I turn to see Sheridan walking in. She turns and locks the door behind her.
I frown. Oh, shit.
“I’ve got to go,” I tell Seb.
“Hey, so you know how Angela called me...” he continues, ignoring me.
Sheridan sits on the desk in front of me. She leans down and kisses me, and I pull away quickly, shaking my head in disgust.
“Stop,” I mouth at her.
“Angela wants me to go over tonight,” Seb continues.
I frown. “What for?”
Sheridan drops to the floor in front of my chair and I shake my head. “Stop,” I mouth again.
“She wants to talk to me about something,” Seb says.
Sheridan grabs my fly and begins to unzip my pants. “Will you cut it out!” I snap, quickly closing my legs.
“What?” Seb asks.
“Mate, I have to go, sorry,” I snap. “Shit’s going on here.” Sheridan grabs my cock through my pants and strokes me. I swat her hand away.
“Call you later,” I snap and hang up. “What the fuck, Sheridan?”
“Oh, darling. Don’t act like you don’t love it when I do this.”
My phone buzzes and my receptionist’s voice rings out. “Mr Jones?”
I push Sheridan away. “Fucking stop it, will you?” She drops her head to my lap and bites me through my pants. “Get up!” I snap. I push the intercom. “Yeah?” I say.
“I have an Edward Prescott here to see you.”
My eyes widen.
Oh fuck.
14
Spencer
Oh hell. This is the worst timing ever. I exhale heavily.…. shit, what does he want?
“Tell him I’ll be a few minutes. I’m with a client,” I splutter.
“Okay.”
I hang up and stand in a rush. “Fucking hell, Sheridan.” I drag her from the floor by the arm. “What the hell are you doing?”
She smirks. “Pleasing my man. What does it look like?”
“I’m not your man, and you need to stop coming in here unannounced and touching me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Are you still going on with this nonsense?”
“Yes.” I grab her biceps. “Fucking listen to what I’m saying. This has to stop.” I gently push her away from my body. “Please,” I urge.
Her eyes search mine, and realisation sets in that I actually mean this. Her eyes fill with tears. “Spence,” she whispers.
My heart drops and I sigh. “Shez… don’t.”
“But you said it would always be us.”
“I know I did.”
“I love you,” she whispers through tears.