Page 78 of Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)


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I smile and I dust my fingers down over my stomach.

“Tell me what you feel?” he asks.

Oh God…

“My skin.”

“Is it soft?”

“Yes.”

“Lower.” He exhales.

I drop my fingers between my open legs.

“Circle your four fingertips over your clitoris.”

I shudder, because just hearing him say that heats my blood. No man has ever spoken to me like this. I do as he asks, and I close my eyes to let the pleasure take over.

“Imagine it’s me who’s doing it. My open lips are on your neck.”

My head falls back.

“Talk to me,” he whispers through ragged breaths. “I want to hear your voice when you’re aroused.”

My fingers get to work, and I moan softly, my legs parting wider, seeking his invisible touch.

“Hmm, fuck yeah.” He hisses.

I smile at the arousal in his voice.

“Are you going to come for me, angel? Because I’ve been coming for you for two weeks.”

“Hmm.” I smile, my eyes still closed.

“I’ve had to imagine I was with you during sex or I couldn’t come.”

What?

My eyes snap open. “You imagined you were having sex with me when you were inside another woman?” I snap.

“Oh… shit… I mean...”

“You’ve had sex with someone else since we met?”

“Ah…” He hesitates as he tries to get himself out of this. “So… so did you, Charlotte,” he stammers. “Did you imagine it was me?”

My blood begins to boil. “No, Spencer. I did not.”

“You should have. I’m way better in bed than him.”

I get out of the bath in an instant. The water sloshes all over the floor. “No, what you are is an idiot!” I snap.

“I know. Wait. What are you doing?”

“Ending this call.”

“Don’t hang up on me,” he pleads.

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