Mr Spencer

by Swan, T L

  My body convulses forward, and he sees that as his signal to really let me have it. With both hands over my shoulders, he slams into me again and again, and I screw up my face and cry out as a freight train of an orgasm steals my breath.

  He lifts me like a feather on and off his large muscle.

  “Oh, that’s it. Clench that beautiful cunt for me, baby. I want to feel it.”

  Slam.

  Slam.

  Slam.

  “Clench!” he growls.

  So, deep… too deep.

  “Charlotte, fucking give it to me.”

  My face creases up as I try and deal with him. He’s like an animal when he gets to this point. The only thing he’s thinking about is the orgasm his body craves.

  My head begins to hit the tiles as he really loses control, and the sound of our skin slapping is deafening around us.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he cries as he holds himself deep. His whole body lurches forward, and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he comes in a rush deep inside of me.

  I can hear my pulse ringing in my ears.

  And then he kisses me, and it’s soft, tender, and a reminder that my gentle man has returned. He smiles against my lips, his body still having me pinned to the wall. I can feel his heart beating hard in his chest, and I bury my head into his neck as he holds me tight.

  This is it. This is what I’ve been searching for all this time.

  He stays deep inside of me. I smile against his neck with my legs still wrapped around his waist.

  “I thought you were washing me,” I pant.

  “Hmm.” He kisses me again. “I thought I should get you dirty first. This is the deluxe car wash.”

  I giggle and our lips linger over each other’s. “Did you just call me a car?”

  “Maybe?” He smiles and he pulls out, gently lowering me to the floor. “You’re not dirty enough, though.” He pulls his condom off in disgust. “I hate these fucking things.” He huffs as he puts it in the bin beside the shower. We stay in each other’s arms under the hot water. The room is quiet with the sound of the shower the only sound to be heard. I can feel myself begin to relax.

  “What are you going to do about tomorrow night?” I ask.

  “I guess I’ll call her when I get out.”

  My eyes hold his.

  “You can listen, if you want?”

  “No. I don’t need to listen.”

  He smiles down at me and fixes my hair in a bun on top of my head. “You know, you’re kind of hot when you’re angry.”

  “Can I have that on tape, please?”

  He chuckles and picks up the soap to lather my body. “Except for the death threats and all.”

  “It wasn’t a death threat,” I say. “Only a burial threat. There’s a big difference.”

  His soapy hand goes down to between my legs. “Should I be sleeping with one eye open, Prescott?”

  I laugh out loud. “Seeing as you kicked my brother out of your office today, I think you should.”

  * * *

  It’s late and I’m in bed alone. I can hear Spencer downstairs on the phone…

  To her.

  He’s been on the phone for forty minutes and he seems to be listening a lot. She obviously has a lot to say.

  The green-eyed monster in me is fuming and wants to stomp down there and make him hang up, but the woman in me feels sorry for her. I can’t imagine what it would be like if he told me he was in love with someone else. But then, I could never imagine sleeping with him for ten years casually. Did she get the same Spencer that I get?

  Or was he different with her? How did they meet in the beginning? Was it always about the sex? My mind begins to go off on a tangent as I imagine him going to her hotel whenever he met her.

  Did they have a routine?

  Would they go straight to bed and fuck? Or did they spend time with each other like we do? Having dinner, talking, and laughing.

  I close my eyes in disgust with myself.

  Stop it! He’s ending it.

  My mind keeps picking up speed, though. When they had sex, was it better than what we have? Did she do what I don’t know… anal?

  My stomach flips imagining him fucking her. I wonder, do they kiss while they do it like we do?

  Did he look at her after it was finished the way he looks at me?

  I get a vision of her from the hotel that early morning—her and her power suit, with a figure to die for. She was confident in every way, which is the exact opposite of me.

  I close my eyes as the disgusting taste of bile fills my mouth.

  I can’t stand the thought of him with her… touching her.

  I can hear his voice rise, and I sit up. What’s he saying? I get out of bed and sneak out of the bedroom, down the hall, and sit on the top step. He’s in the dining room and can’t see me from where he is. He, thankfully, has no idea I can hear him.

  “Because she’s right!” he snaps. “We both know she’s right. If we meet up, we’ll either end up in a huge fight or in bed. That’s how we are.”

  My heart drops.

  “But I don’t want to end up in bed, Sheridan. Fucking listen to me. I’m going blue in the face here.”

  He listens for a moment.

  “No, I don’t want that.”

  He listens again.

  “No. Look this is going nowhere. You’re not fucking listening. I’m changing my phone number and I’m telling my receptionists that you are not to come into my office unannounced again.”

  He listens.

  “Because of you dropping to your knees under my desk today!” he snaps. “You can’t fucking touch me. I’ve asked you multiple times to stop and you won’t, so it’s quite obvious to me that we can’t be just friends.”

  What the hell? She dropped to her knees under his desk? Did she go down on him?

  Oh my God, what the hell happened in his office today?

  What if Edward hadn’t interrupted them?

  My heart begins to hammer

  “For fuck’s sake, stop it!” he snaps. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s beginning to get angry. “No, you listen to me: you do not go near Charlotte or there will be hell to pay.”

  She says something that makes him pause.

  “She makes me happy, Sheridan. You always said you wanted me happy.” He listens again. “There is a big difference between the two, and besides, have you forgotten that you have a fucking boyfriend?”

  She has a boyfriend. What the hell?

  “I don’t care if you’re in an open relationship. No. I don’t want you to end it with him. For the first time in my life I don’t want an open relationship. I want Charlotte all to myself and I can’t think of anything worse than having sex with someone else who isn’t her. This is why I can’t be with you. I don’t physically want to be. I’m not into it like I was before I met her.”

  I smile to myself.

  “Don’t you fucking dare bring this back on me,” he whispers angrily as he tries to keep his voice down. “I’m blocking you, and if you dare to go near Charlotte, you see what fucking happens.”

  I hear a bang and it sounds like his phone has been thrown across the room.

  Shit.

  I get up and run back to bed, diving under the covers.

  After a brief bout of silence, I hear ice being poured into a glass from his refrigerator.

  I lie in the darkness as fury pumps through my bones…How fucking dare she?

  She goes to his office, drops to her knees even when he’s told her that he’s in love with someone else, and now it sounds like she threatened him that she’s going to come to me.

  And say what?

  Well, she’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’m taking her shit.

  I’ve waited a long time for Spencer to find me, and I’m not handing him over to a woman who fucks at the drop of a hat.

  I’ll be waiting, Sheridan.

  Come at me.

  * * *

 
I blow into my coffee cup while sitting at the kitchen counter. It’s now 7:00 a.m. and I’m up and dressed for work early.

  Spencer didn’t come to bed until very late last night. I was fast asleep by the time he did, and the last time I checked the clock it read 3:00 a.m.

  What was he doing downstairs?

  Did he call her back? Was he having second thoughts?

  My mind is in overdrive but I’m not falling into the insecure trap. Well, I’m trying my best not to, anyway.

  I’m not sure about this love thing. It’s like you hand your heart over to someone and hope to God that they don’t break it.

  Part of me feels sorry for Sheridan. I can only imagine how she must feel to have lost him. But part of me is terrified that one day I’ll find out for myself. I exhale heavily and stare out of the window to look out over London.

  Stop thinking like this! It’s destructive to both of us.

  Nobody needs an insecure girlfriend.

  “Good morning, angel.”

  I turn to see him walking into the kitchen, his CEO attire firmly in place. Today he’s wearing a navy suit, crisp white shirt, and a paisley tie. His golden hair is just washed, and he’s freshly shaven, too. Spencer exudes opulence…way more than I do.

  The expensive watch, the shoes, the ridiculous good looks… he’s the whole, delicious package. Lara’s words of warning come back to haunt me. He’s heartbreak in a hot suit.

  His big blue eyes meet mine before he kisses me softly. “I missed waking up with you this morning.” He smiles down at me.

  “Good morning, Mr Spencer.” I smile and wrap my arms around him. His tongue slowly slides through my open lips and he sucks on me with just the right amount of pressure.

  The way he kisses me is just so…

  His eyes drop to my toes and then back up to my face. “You look fucking edible today, angel.”

  I force a smile. “Thanks.” I’m wearing a tight grey skirt that hangs just below my knees, and a white silk shirt with a matching grey suit jacket. It’s a power suit… the kind I know he likes.

  Stop it.

  Damn it, I hate this insecurity nonsense. This isn’t who I am at all.

  His eyes drop to my feet again and then up over my hips. I feel the heat from his stare burn my skin, and he readjusts himself in his suit pants.

  “What time did you come to bed?” I ask.

  He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts and he cups one of them, fascinated. “Late.”

  My eyes hold his. “Did the phone call go well?”

  His lips drop to my neck and he holds my jaw in his hand. He bites me and I feel goose bumps scatter up my spine.

  “Yeah,” he murmurs against my skin.

  “What did she say?”

  He bites me on the base of my neck and his hand drops to my behind as he grinds me onto his hard cock.

  “Spencer…” God, the man’s an animal. Is sex all he thinks about?

  “Hmm, why are we talking about Sheridan?” He kisses me again. “I only want to talk about you in this fucking edible outfit.”

  “Because I want to know what she said.”

  He pulls away from me and my body instantly hates it. “She was pissed off and carrying on.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “She wants to meet you.”

  My eyes hold his. “Why?”

  “Because she wants to intimidate you and make you feel insecure.” He grabs me by the waist again and drags me to him.

  It’s too late, she already has.

  “You fought?” I frown. He begins to unfasten my buttons one by one.

  “A bit.”

  “Did you call her back? Is that why you came to bed late?”

  “No.” He concentrates on my buttons. “I stayed up because I was angry, and I didn’t want you to have to see me like that.”

  I pull his face to meet mine. “I don’t want you to hide your emotions from me.”

  His eyes darken and he puts his hands under the hem of my skirt, lifting it up over my hips. “You want to know what emotion I’m feeling right now?” He sits me up on the counter and slips my high heels off.

  I nod, although I have a pretty good idea already.

  He kisses me, all suction, all domination, and he lies me back over the counter. With his eyes locked on mine, he pulls my panties to the side and slides two thick fingers deep inside my sex.

  “Oh.” My eyes close involuntarily.

  He pumps me hard and then lifts my legs up so that my feet are resting up on his chest in front of me. He begins to work me, deep and aggressive, his eyes dark and holding mine.

  “You want to know what I’m feeling right now?” he whispers as his hand begins to really work me. My body begins to move on the counter from the force of his hand.

  “I’m feeling like I can’t let you go to work looking like that without feeding that beautiful cunt of yours.”

  My stomach flips.

  God, he’s filthy. “She’s a very hungry girl,” I whisper. “Starving.”

  He curls his lip in arousal, and his fingers work me so hard that I wince from the sting.

  He unzips his fly, drops his pants and briefs, pulls my panties to the side, and then he lifts my legs over his shoulders and slides in deep.

  The sheer size of him takes possession of my body, and I lose all coherent thought. His eyes flicker with a dark arousal.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he hisses.

  He pulls completely out, and then he uses his hand to bounce his hard cock onto my pubic bone a few times before he slides back in and repeats the delicious movement.

  My body ripples around him. The man is a god.

  He adds a deep circular movement that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

  He pulls completely out again and bounces his cock back onto my pubic bone. When he slides it deep inside me again, my insides melt. What must we look like? Him dressed in a suit and ready for work, me laid out for his pleasure.

  That’s what this is: his pleasure, and I’m just the lucky woman who gets to give it to him.

  Spencer Jones takes what he needs. He doesn’t care about the rules. When he wants it, he takes it.

  This is the best breakfast date ever.

  Within moments, he has me arching my back as he fucks me with his thick, weeping cock. I lurch forward, coming hard. I’m going to have bruises from this kitchen counter tomorrow on my spine but I don’t care. Every second of pain is worth it.

  He tips his head back, groans, and comes deep inside of me. He closes his eyes as he slowly empties himself, and then he stops and pants, looking down at me the whole time.

  He smiles as he licks my ankle and then kisses it tenderly before he slowly pulls out. His eyes drop to my sex and he smirks. He puts his fingers back into my sex and then takes them out, rubbing his fingers across my bottom lip.

  He licks his lips and smiles darkly.

  “What?” I smirk.

  “You look really good all freshly fucked with your legs open like that.” He pushes my hair back from my forehead. “Especially with my come on your lips.”

  “You are a filthy bastard, Spencer Jones.”

  He chuckles and zips up his pants in one quick movement. “I am, and now I’m a satisfied filthy bastard.”

  I wrap my arms around him and we kiss. It’s unrushed and perfect.

  “I booked us a weekend away while I stayed up last night,” he says as he looks down at me.

  “You did?’

  “We’re going to Greece for the weekend, so you’ll have to take Monday off.”

  My face falls. “Greece?”

  “Uh-huh.” He leaves me and picks up his phone and briefcase.

  “But I can’t take Monday off.” I frown, rising up to rest on my elbows.

  “You need to.” His eyes drop down my body like he’s hungry for it again.

  “What?” I smirk.

  “Just taking a photographic picture to remember you by. I’m going to jerk off
today to the thought of how hot you are like this.”

  “Spencer,” I gasp. “You’re going to jerk off at work?”

  “I’ll be in my office bathroom, of course.” He gifts me with a very sexy wink. “You’re the main star of many a lunchtime fantasy.”

  I laugh out loud and throw my forearm over my eyes. “You’re an animal,” I huff.

  He kisses me softly. “Agreed.” He walks towards the door. “See you tonight, angel.”

  I drop my head back and look up at the ceiling. A huge, goofy grin spreads into my cheeks. Holy hell…. I’m in love with a sex maniac.

  And he’s taking me to Greece.

  16

  Spencer

  I stride into the restaurant with my racing heart, spotting Masters and Seb in our usual seats. I fall into my position around the table.

  “Hey.” I pick up a glass of water and drain it. I refill the glass and drink it all down again immediately.

  Masters and Seb frown as they watch me and then exchange looks.

  “Can I get you a coffee?” the waitress asks.

  “I’ll have a beer. Actually, no, make it a Scotch.” I circle my fingers over my temples. “On the rocks.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Masters mutters under his breath. “What now?”

  The waitress walks off to the bar, looking a little perplexed.

  “Have you even been to bed yet?” Seb frowns.

  “Yes, of course,” I bark.

  “You know it’s seven in the morning, right?”

  “Yes! I know what fucking time it is!” I snap. “I’ve fucked it. I fucked the whole thing.”

  “What thing?” Masters frowns.

  “Charlotte’s pregnant.”

  “What?” they both gasp, widening their eyes.

  I drag my hand down my face. “Oh God, she was all sexy and shit, and I didn’t see her last night because of fucking Sheridan. One minute I was saying hello, the next minute I was finger fucking her with her legs over my shoulders, and the minute after that, I’m giving it to her on the kitchen counter. I forgot all about a fucking condom,” I blurt out.

  They both stare at me, horrified. “When was this?” Seb asks.

  “Twenty minutes ago.” I sigh with a sad shake of my head.

  “Oh God, you idiot. So, she’s not really pregnant?” Masters throws his head back and laughs out loud, placing his hand over his heart in relief. “You had me there for a minute.”