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"It's the cleaning crew. You'll have to be quiet. I don't plan on stopping," he whispered as he began running his tongue over my panties again, teasing me with every lick.
"Spencer, they are right outside the door," I whispered breathlessly as he continued torturing me with his tongue.
"Door is shut, they won't come in. They know that rule well."
He didn't stop. Instead, he pushed my panties to the side and buried his tongue in me, licking and sucking. My breathing quickened and my legs began to shake so bad I could barely keep myself up. I slid my fingers into his hair, grasping as I tilted my head back against the wall, looking toward the ceiling, and bit my bottom lip fighting to keep quiet.
"Give me your leg," he gritted, and he grasped my calf, lifting my left leg over his shoulder, opening me up to him. It was all I could do to keep from screaming out as he slid two fingers inside of me and continued this mind-blowing form of torture with his tongue.
In a matter of seconds, I could feel wave after wave of pleasure beginning to run through my body. I gripped at the wall as my orgasm ripped through me as Spencer relentlessly lapped and sucked at my center. I brought my hand up to my mouth and bit the back of it to stifle my cries. My entire body went limp as I rested against the wall, breathing hard and fast.
Spencer kissed his way up my body, pulling me against him. "Come away with me, Ainsley. To Denver," he whispered.
Without even realizing what it was I was agreeing to, I nodded my head, my eyes closed as I tried to regain the part of myself I'd just lost. It was then I felt Spencer grip my arms, spin me around, and press me flat down onto his desk. I was still breathing hard as he sank his large, hot, throbbing cock into me, pumping hard.
Spencer
RomanticAlpha42: You just about ready to head out?
I closedthe trunk of my car and leaned up against it. This was the third time I'd messaged Ainsley in the past hour, and I still didn't have a response from her.
I knew that Jon had been giving her a hard time over the last couple of weeks for working so much. She'd repeatedly told him that she was just trying her hardest to impress me enough for her to keep her job, but Jon wouldn't listen. He’d finally called me the other day and asked me not to keep her at the office so late, and I'd done as I’d been asked.
I ran back into the house to grab my laptop bag and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out and looked down at the message that sat on my screen.
BabyGirl89: Dad's pissed. Perhaps I shouldn’t go.
I blew out a breath, picked up my laptop, and made my way out to the car where I placed it into the trunk and shut it. This was something I'd been anticipating; it was also something that I wasn’t going to let happen. She was coming with me. I pocketed my phone and made my way over to Ainsley's.
I knocked on the door and waited, listening as Jon yelled from inside. I was about to knock again when the door was pulled open, and Jon stood there looking out at me with irritation.
"Spencer!"
"Hey, Jon, I just came by to pick up Ainsley."
Ainsley had shared with me numerous times over the last few nights how uneasy she felt about us going away together. She was afraid that her father suspected something was going on between us, but I assured her he didn't.
"We have a flight to catch at three," I said, looking down at my watch. “Is she ready?”
I could see the tension in Jon's jaw as he opened the door and stepped aside to let me in.
"Ainsley..." Jon yelled.
"Anything wrong?" I questioned. "You seem…tense."
"She's hiding something from me. She's been acting funny for the past few weeks. It's not like her not to talk to me, but no matter how much I ask, she just gets more closed off," Jon said, looking in the direction of Ainsley's room.
"Perhaps you're pushing too hard."
"I think I know my daughter," Jon gritted. "She’s hiding something, I know it. I just hope it isn't drugs. Her mother got involved in drugs. It didn’t end well for her."
I looked to the floor. Jon was a mess. "I can assure you it's not drugs. She hasn't missed work, Jon. She’s very on the ball with everything. She isn’t even late coming back from lunch, and I have seen no signs of alcohol abuse. Perhaps it’s a woman’s issue," I suggested.
Just then I heard a door open, and Ainsley stepped into the living room carrying a bag over her shoulder and her purse on the other. "Sorry, I'm ready."
I glanced at both bags and cleared my throat. "You have your laptop, right?"
Ainsley met my eyes, a look of unease on her face as she shook her head. "Oh gosh, how could I forget that." She laughed nervously as she dropped her bags and headed back down to her bedroom.
