Mr Spencer(129)

I nod nervously, unsure what to say.

Spencer rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around me. “She’s nervous.”

His mother laughs. “That makes two of us. You’re the first girl Spencer has ever brought home. I’d almost given up hope.”

“About time, Son,” his dad interrupts. “And she’s so pretty, too.”

I giggle, feeling a little more at ease.

His mum takes me by the hand and pulls me into the kitchen. “If Spencer loves you, we love you.”





*



I’m in bed staring at the television, but I’m not watching it or even listening.

My mind is in Nottingham with my father.

I miss him… desperately.

Spencer is reading beside me and things couldn’t be any better between us. We laugh, make love, fuck, and talk about the charity I’m creating. He’s become my best friend and my partner in crime.

We’re hopelessly in love.

But I have this thorn in my side that won’t go away.

It was one or the other: my family or my love. Why couldn’t I have both? I know if they just gave him a chance, they would love him.

Spencer reaches over and slides his hand up my thigh. “You okay?” he asks.

I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.

He puts his book down and wraps his arms around me. “What is it, angel?”

I shake my head because I don’t want him to know that I’m grieving the loss of my family.

“I’m just tired, baby,” I whisper as I kiss him softly. I run my fingers through his two-day stubble, and I stare into his big, beautiful eyes. He kisses me slowly, his tongue sliding through my open mouth. For a long time we lie in each other’s arms and kiss. It’s tender, unhurried and intimate and when he kisses me like this there is nobody else on earth but us.

His lips drop to my neck and he bites me with just the right amount of pressure before his hands slowly slide my panties down my legs.

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.”