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His strangled laughter burned her skin. That he smiled and laughed so much more easily around her now turned her on as much as what he was doing to her. She liked him loose. Liked winding him up and unwrapping him as if he were a present she never wanted to share.
She framed his face in her hands and pushed against his mouth. He took more of her breast, sucking hard, each pull traveling straight to her clit. Urgency vibrated through her and she crushed her body onto his, grinding against his cock until his heat multiplied the moisture between her legs.
Crazy. Her feelings for him had always been difficult to ignore but these were damn near impossible. This wasn’t anything but a fling, but the more time she spent with him, the more glimpses he gave her of the man beyond the facade, the harder it became for her to remember that.
And what she didn’t remember would destroy her, if she let it.
She sighed when he widened his attention beyond her nipples. His gaze lingered on hers while she rode him, while he licked and bit her flesh. Tender brushes of his lips stoked her need and left it simmering as she dragged her covered pussy over his steely hardness. The faster she moved, the more arousal darkened his eyes. She saw herself mirrored in his pupils, a wanton woman eager to grasp her climax.
A scared woman afraid to lose everything.
In her mind, Spencer and her job were tied up in one messy knot. Somehow in a few short days she’d become unable to see one without the other. She couldn’t imagine working at The Book Nook and not being his lover. She couldn’t imagine being his lover away from the backdrop of the store—both her comfort zone and one of the myriad reasons he’d never allow himself to get too close to her.
Frustration and desire peaked, erupting from her throat in a loud cry. It wasn’t only about her orgasm but about showing him how much he affected her. In words, in deeds, acting as blasé as Spencer was her only escape from showing the depth of her emotions. Only during sex could she safely reveal how she felt.
“I’m there,” she breathed. She squeezed her thighs together as he drove upward, the contact with her clit just enough to make her come. “God, yes.”
Vaguely, she felt him tugging aside her shorts and panties. He groaned and pumped two fingers i
n and out of her pussy, prolonging her climax until she whimpered.
Kelly dropped her forehead against his, drifting on the rightness of breathing their mingled scents. The light overlay of their sweat made her hunger for more.
They fit. Even their angles rubbing up against each other made sparks. She was addicted to him, drugged by his body and his voice and his mind.
He pulled his hand from her panties and lifted it between them. When she thought he would’ve offered his glistening fingers to her, he sucked them into his mouth instead. He licked them clean, savoring every drop. And then he smiled, very much the content cat after a bowl of cream. “I wondered what you’d taste like.”
“No one stopped you from finding out.”
“You could’ve asked for that.”
She suppressed a shiver. Now there was an image she wanted in her head immediately after an orgasm. His face between her thighs, his blond hair tickling her belly. “I’ll wait ’til you’re interested.”
“Oh, I’m interested now. I can’t wait to drink you dry.” He leaned up to kiss her, sliding his tongue into the recesses of her mouth in a slow, undulating rhythm. “You’re gorgeous when you come,” he murmured as he eased back, and that, more than any edge of teeth or open-mouth kiss, turned her residual quivers into a full-fledged tremble.
“Stop it,” she said, pushing his shoulder with a halfhearted laugh. “You’re putting bad pictures in my head and it won’t be that long before people start showing up.”
“Your fault. You’re the one who insisted on teaching me such…useful things about the female body. I hadn’t realized exactly how responsive it is.”
“Told you it was possible with just your mouth, though there was some cheating.”
“Mmm-hmm. Possible and incredibly beautiful.”
She shifted her face away to stare at the wall. Emotions whirled inside her, glittery, fragile ones she was afraid would show up in her voice. Searching for something to lessen the moment, she braced her hand on the back of the loveseat and smiled. “Compliments will get you everywhere, Mr. Galvin.”
Spencer traced his fingertip under her eyes. “You’re tired, so it won’t get me anywhere tonight. And it’s not a compliment. It’s truth.”
“Your place isn’t that far from here. And I’m not that tired.”
“Liar.”
She wrapped her fingers around his erection and rubbed. “Seems a shame to waste this. Besides, it’s not fair sending you home alone all hot and bothered.”
“That’s what the shower is for.” The full-on grin he gave her left her as dazed and stupid as the two Midori Sours Jack had given her at Kink. “Trust me, I’ll make do.”
“Sometime I’d like to see you make do in front of me.” She thought of the club the other night. “Without my help.”
“That could be arranged. And ditto.” With more gentleness than she ever would have imagined, he picked her up and set her on the loveseat. “I don't want you driving. I’ll take you home.”
