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“God,” he hissed into my ear, the word coming in low and deep. “Squeeze my dick with your pussy.”
I tightened my pussy in movements that nearly made Spencer’s legs buckle.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned.
I moaned as he wrapped a gentle hand around my neck and plunged so deeply into me that I thought I’d take him in at the root. I tightened my pussy as if trying to hold him there, massaging his cock with my internal muscles.
“Holy shit, Nat,” he said with a gasp. “What the fuck was that?”
“Exactly what you asked for,” I said, tilting my head back on his shoulder with a grin and doing it again.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on,” he said, starting to pick up his rhythm as he dipped his hand between my legs and made his way steadily down to my clit. “And I want to get you off one more time before I go.”
“Very—oh, God,” I gasped as a sudden spasm of pleasure flashed through me while he fucked me deeper. “Very generous of you.”
“I try.” His teeth grazed against the side of my neck, raising goosebumps all over my body. “Come on, Nat,” he said. “Let me feel that pussy come one more time.”
One more flick of his fingers sent me careening over the edge, and the spasms from my previous orgasm rippled through me, extending the pleasure of my climax as I came apart in his arms, practically shattering on his cock.
The groan he emitted into my ear was the only clue he gave before his enormous cock plunged even deeper than before, nearly splitting me open before I felt the warm flood of his cum spilling into me.
Reaching up, I pulled his face down to mine, dipping my tongue into his mouth as I tasted him once more, luxuriating in his kiss.
That evening, as the sun was setting, I was sitting on the couch and thinking about how long it had been since I’d spent a weekend doing no work at all. Even on girls’ trips, I’d take a few work calls, answer emails, and do some commission work.
But never in my life had I gone an entire twenty-four hours ignoring my job in favor of sex. This was a new level of decadence for me, and I’d practically written the book on decadent sex adventures.
As I contemplated the ocean with wet hair, wearing one of Spencer’s button-downs, I thought about how different this was for me and how this couldn’t last beyond tomorrow. There was just no way I’d be able to see this through after this, even though I would definitely be missing this house.
And the sex. I would certainly be missing the sex.
“Hey,” Spencer said, coming over and setting his face by my shoulder. I reached up, threading my fingers through his hair once more as I dipped my tongue into his mouth. Another new thing for me was this cutesy kissing and relaxing together with a man without a drive to just have sex. I would’ve naturally shoved all this away, but it was so damn comfortable that I would be a fool to run from it. So, I did what I always did when I found things relaxing and agreeable; I indulged myself.
“I hope you’re hungry,” he said, settling in at my side. “I decided to order Nobu to the house.”
“To the house, huh?” I grinned. “You ashamed to be seen with me?”
“If I took you to the restaurant, you’d have to get more dressed than this, and that just wouldn’t do for the plans I have about how we’ll eat dinner together tonight.”
“Well, I have plans before we eat dinner,” I smiled as I leaned up on my knees to kiss him again. “How long till the food gets here?”
“About a half hour.”
“Plenty of time for a warm-up round,” I said, turning and climbing in front of him.
Shit, I was enjoying this too much. I never believed I had a sex addiction, but I might have to question that after the last twenty-four hours. But that was for a different day. There was no way I would let that cloud my mind when I had only a few short hours left in this man’s pleasurable company.
Chapter Six
SPENCER
I’d always been good at separating my life from my work. When I was back at the office on Monday, I was doing my level best to fall back into my usual way of working: looking over earnings profiles, finding where the flaws in certain businesses were, and ranking the pitches in terms of appeal. For the most part, I was doing a pretty good job, finding the gaps in Mitchell and Associates’ crown and earmarking the proposals that I felt would fit in those empty spaces as the jewels we needed.
It would be a full slate of meetings for me leading into next year, and I wasn’t mad about it.
What threw me off, though, was the sudden intrusion into my mind’s eye of a perfect pair of tits and the way they looked yesterday in the dawn light. Or the memory of the heavy scent of white flowers and musk and how it seemed to wrap its seductive tendrils around me.
Or a pair of ice blue eyes staring up at me from where they were poised above my cock, merging a look of innocence and daring that, combined with her skillful mouth and tongue, was undoubtedly more than I expected from Natalia Hoover.
