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“I want you, Spencer.” The words slipped from her before she could catch them.
“Not bad for number ten,” he murmured.
He swirled wet patterns over her skin, blew little kisses that rippled like bubbles on a pond. Just as she settled into his lazy caresses, he drew on her nipple hard enough to make her vision cloud.
He wasn’t gentle. She didn’t think he knew how to be. It didn’t matter, because her body responded primally to his rough movements. Strong lips and a purposeful tongue left her weak and wriggling.Spencer’sstrong lips. Every time she thought she’d had her hands on him for the last time, he came back again.
She wanted to weep with pleasure as hot, wet suction alternated back and forth between her breasts and his broad palms cupped her as if she were a feast for him to enjoy. She rubbed her denim-clad groin against the rigid length between her thighs.
God, he felt so good.
She moaned, incapable of muffling the sound. If someone came in early and found them here like this, Spencer’s face buried between her breasts and her dry-humping him, the whole store would be talking about them by lunchtime. Hell, breakfast.
And she didn’t give a flying fuck.
“I think that’s cheating,” she gasped when he rotated his hips, driving his cock against her pussy. The clothes barrier between them made her cry out in frustration when he did it again. “Definitely cheating.”
“Want me to stop?” He sounded so breathless she grinned in triumph. His teeth scraped her flesh. “Your game. Your rules.”
“Don’t even think about it. Or next time I’ll drive your car into the bay.”
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 in 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.
