Mr Spencer(100)

“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.”

“Well, she soon will be. This isn’t fucking funny, Masters, you prick.” I put my head in my hands. “She’s young and never been on the pill before.” I try to think of an analogy. “She’s like a giant, golden uterus, just waiting to be fertilized.”

They chuckle together.

I shake my head in disgust. “Seb, Google what age a woman is most fertile,” I whisper in a panic.

He takes out his phone and consults Dr Google.

The waitress arrives with my drink and hands it over. “Thank you,” I whisper and take it with a shaking hand.

Masters winces as he watches me. “Bring him another, please.”

The waitress frowns and looks between us. “Is everything okay?”

“No!” I splutter. “I’ve fucked it, I fucked the whole thing. And everything was going so great, too.”

She purses her lips, unsure what to say to that.

“Thank you,” Seb says to the waitress, obviously trying to get rid of her.

I drain my glass of scotch while they watch on.

“Why would you have unprotected sex?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. It was so good that I completely forgot I was a mere human with super potent bodily fluids.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Seb mutters in disgust. “I need sex that good. I have fucking repetitive strain in my wrist. I think I’m going to have to start going back to Madison’s.”

“Did Charlotte forget, too?” Masters frowns, ignoring Seb.

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

“Did she remind you?”