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"Um...okay...I guess one glass won't hurt. Can I help you with anything?" I noticed she swallowed hard as she looked around the room.
"I'm fine. Why don't you go sit down? I will bring the wine in." I winked at her and watched as she left to go back into the living room. As soon as she left the room, I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent a message to BabyGirl89. I needed to know if, in fact, it was her, and there was no other way I would ever find out. I couldn't ask her. After all, I was sure there were other Ainsley Matthews in the world. I hit send and placed two glasses on the counter. I reached into the fridge and pulled the bottle of wine out, and that was when I heard her phone give off a notification.
Ainsley
I wanderedinto the living room and took a seat in the same spot I'd been in when Spencer had come in. I curled my feet underneath me and relaxed into the plush cushions. I'd just gotten comfortable when my phone went off. I grabbed it from the table and stared at the screen, biting my bottom lip.
RomanticAlpha42: You busy?
"Fuck," I muttered. If RomanticAlpha42 truly was Spencer, I wondered if there was a way that he could find out that BabyGirl89 was me. I tapped the edge of my phone and bit my bottom lip while I listened to Spencer continue to bang around in the kitchen.
"Did you want anything to eat? Cheese and crackers perhaps?" he called out.
"Um...sure," I answered while I quickly typed my response. I'd hoped that would stall him until I could figure out if it truly was Spencer.
BabyGirl89: Just heading to bed.
As I hit send, I listened hard and heard Spencer's ringtone go off. My stomach flipped with nerves, and suddenly the room got very warm. Almost instantly, my phone went off again.
RomanticAlpha42: Are you going to bed alone?
BabyGirl89: I wish I didn't have to say yes, but sadly yes.
I bit my bottom lip, and when I heard his phone go off again, I knew I had to get out of here. RomanticAlpha42 was Spencer. Carly was right, I’d played with fire, and I was about to get burned. Then, as if my brain hadn't registered what I had done, I recalled each picture I had sent him. Pictures of me that...well, pictures of me that should never have been sent, should never have been seen, and embarrassment flooded me. Shit, I should have listened to Carly.
I looked around the room, remembering that my bags were already in the spare room down the hall. "Fuck," I whispered under my breath, debating if I had time to make it to the spare room to get my stuff before I left. As panic built, I flew to the front door, my phone going off once again in my pocket. I fought to get one shoe on and pulled my phone from my pocket, looking down to see a message from RomanticAlpha42 on my screen.
RomanticAlpha42: That's too bad BabyGirl. I'd gladly join you if I were there.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket and picked up my shoe, my hands shaking so bad that I immediately dropped it back to the floor. I bent to pick it up, and that was when I heard Spencer clear his throat.
I froze and slowly turned to see him leaning against the wall looking sexier than I’d ever seen him. He had completely removed his tie. His shirt was undone and hung open enough that I could see his chest. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms. I felt that familiar ache beginning between my legs. An ache that I had felt so many other times seeing him like this. He stood there holding a glass of wine in one hand and his phone in the other, a sexy smirk on his face.
I turned back around and grabbed my shoe from the floor and went to put it on when I heard Spencer clear his throat again.
"Ainsley?"
I stopped moving and swallowed hard. "Yes?"
"Where are you going?"
I fought back my embarrassment and pulled the front door open. I still didn't have my other shoe on; I still held it in my hand as the cold night air hit my face, instantly cooling me. I was about to step out onto the stoop when I felt his strong hand grip my arm. Fire lit inside of me, and instantly, I could feel the heat coming off him as he stepped forward, closing the space between us. When I felt the puff of his breath on the back of my neck, chills ran through my body. I closed my eyes as he leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "It's okay, you don't need to run from me, BabyGirl."
I stood frozen. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, every nerve in body was on overdrive as he slid his arm around my waist, his large hand resting on my abdomen as he pulled me back against him. I hadn't expected my body to respond to him this way.
He shut the front door, locking it. "You don't need to run from me," he whispered again, and that was when I felt his hard, rigid cock press into me from behind as his lips lightly danced over the side of my neck.
My hands shook as they ran over his forearms. I breathed in his scent, and I closed my eyes as his lips continued to caress over my skin, relishing in the fact that Spencer Brooks was kissing me.
Spencer
I was intoxicatedby her vanilla scent as my lips skimmed along her soft, sweet neck. I could feel her body tremor slightly the longer my lips grazed her neck. I placed my hand on the flat of her belly, and a soft moan escaped her lips. I turned her into me and pulled her against my chest, my hands gripping her hips. Once she was against me, I noticed she had finally stopped shaking.
I pushed her back up against the front door and pressed my body against hers. I ran my hand over her cheek and looked down into those sweet brown eyes and ran my thumb over her full, pouty, pink lips, her tongue jutting out to wet them. I bent slowly, taking her mouth with mine.
"I shouldn't have...I'm sorry," she murmured as my lips left hers.
"Shhhh, don't be sorry. I'm not. Do you not see the way I look at you, because I've seen the way you look at me, always full of want," I whispered, my hands gripping her ass and pulling her against me so she could feel just how not sorry I was. I met her lips and kissed her deeply, my tongue parting her lips.
