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I hope he had fun out with Mason. I know they went out dancing. He wouldn’t meet another girl while he’s out, would he? The thought is forced out as quickly as it arrives. There’s no way Spencer would cheat on me. We care about each other, and I trust him.
I pull into my parking spot and turn off the car. I’m hardly paying attention as I fumble for my house key and nearly run into Spencer standing in front of my door.
“Holy shit, you scared me,” I say, grabbing my chest. “I wasn’t expecting a person to be here.”
Spencer smiles, and I can tell he’s a little drunk from his night out. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. It’s after midnight, so it doesn’t count as seeing each other, right?”
I laugh. “I missed you, too. How long have you been here?”
“Like twenty minutes. I thought about leaving a few times but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to see you. I hope you don’t hate me for it.”
I stand on my toes and kiss him. “I don’t hate you at all. Let’s get Shiloh out, and then we can go to bed. I’m exhausted.”
Spencer wiggles his brow. “I like the sound of that.”
We take a very excited Shiloh for a short walk down the street so he can do his business. When we get back, Shiloh jumps on the couch and snuggles in. I take Spencer’s hand and lead him into the bedroom.
“I know you said you’re tired …” Spencer says, his bright eyes looking down at me. “But …”
I kiss him again. “I’m tired, but not that tired,” I tell him with a grin.
“Thank God.” Spencer lifts me up by my waist and throws me onto the bed, crawling on top of me with a sexy smile. “I missed you all night. I’ve been thinking about this moment since I left your office earlier.”
I giggle. “So have I. We’re just no good at being apart.”
“No,” he says, kissing my lips, then my cheek, down my chin, and to my neck, gently nibbling the skin. He’s always careful not to leave a mark. “I like you a lot, Leila.”
I arch my back to give him a better angle. His hands snake under my shirt and grab my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples, making me moan.
“I like you, too, Spencer. So much …”
“How much?” Spencer asks. He pulls away to wait for my answer.
“To the moon,” I respond. “Please, don’t stop touching me.”
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I moan again when he takes off my shirt and bra and goes back to work on my nipples. He kisses down my chest and takes the left one between his lips, and the free hand unbuttons my jeans to play with my already wet center.
“I love when you’re ready for me,” he whispers against my breast.
“I am ready. Please, Spencer, I need you …”
I use my hands to unbutton his jeans and push them down his thighs. His huge erection stands at attention. I give it a few good squeezes before Spencer lines himself up with my opening. When he enters me, it’s like everything is right in the world. I feel whole when Spencer is inside me. He is everything I have been missing in my life, and I don’t know what I would do without him.
“Oh, yes, Spencer, don’t stop,” I cry out as he pumps in and out of me. He continues to work on my nipples and stroke my clit with every thrust.
My hands scratch down his back. I know I should be careful about marks, but he’s done filming, and I can’t help myself.
“You’re tight for me, baby. It’s not going to take long.”
“I want you to cum inside me. It’s safe. Please, give it to me.”
“I’ll give you anything you want,” Spencer promises. With one last thrust, he empties his load deep inside my pussy. We usually use protection, but I didn’t want to today. My birth control will do its job.
I breathe out in ecstasy as my orgasm matches Spencer’s, my walls clenching around his hardness before he pulls out completely.
When we’re finished, I use the bathroom quickly before snuggling back into my bed next to Spencer. “That was great,” I say, kissing him.
He chuckles. “You can say that again. Maybe we should have nights apart more often.”
“I don’t know if this counts.”
“After midnight, remember?”
I laugh and lay my head against his chest, listening to the steadiness of his heartbeat. “I guess it does count. Thanks for coming over, Spencer.”
He strokes my hair. “Anytime, Leila.”
My phone buzzes from its spot on the bedside table.
“Ignore it,” Spencer says quietly.
I try to until it buzzes again, and again, and again.
“I’m sorry, I have to look. It could be an emergency.”
The bright light from my phone hurts my eyes, and it takes a second for them to adjust. When they do, I wish they hadn’t.
