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As we walked hand in hand, the rest of the world became a blur. The sounds and lights faded into the background as I focused on the feeling of Spencer’s fingers entwined with mine. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweating with the anticipation of what was to come.
We finally arrived at his hotel and as we stepped into the elevator, he pulled me close. He caressed my cheek as he leaned in and whispered, “This elevator is moving too slow. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
He pressed his lips to mine.
As the elevator doors opened, we stepped out, hand in hand, and made our way to the Pulitzer Suite. The world faded as we focused on each other, our hearts racing with anticipation.
Once inside, Spencer tenderly cupped my face in his hands, his soft lips barely brushing mine in a teasing touch that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but pull him closer, my arms wrapping tightly around his waist as we got lost in each other.
“More, please,” I murmured, slipping my hands under the back of his shirt. I could feel the heat of his skin under my palms, the muscles tensing at my touch.
“As you wish,” he whispered, leaning in for another kiss.
His mouth moved against mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I parted my lips, making a contented sound. As his hands stroked along my spine, I deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth and running my own hands up and down his back. Between us, his cock pressed against my stomach, growing hard and thick.
I wanted him in my mouth.
I tugged on his shirt. “Need you naked.”
He chuckled, that deep, masculine sound that men sometimes made when they knew a woman desired them. “Thrilled to oblige.”
I took a step back and enjoyed watching his clothes come off, running my eyes over every gorgeous inch of his body, from those long, muscular legs to the narrow waist and broad chest with the dark curls. My gaze followed the trail of hair down to a thick cock, straining up toward his flat stomach.
“I believe it’s your turn,” he said.
I shook my head and put my hand on his chest, giving him a little push backward. “Not yet.”
He raised an eyebrow but took the hint, moving back onto the bed until he was stretched out. I wasn’t ready to get naked yet, but I wanted to move more easily, so I reached behind me to unzip my dress, welcoming the weight of Spencer’s gaze on me. He muttered a low curse, making me thankful I’d taken my friends’ advice and worn my sexiest lace and silk lingerie tonight.
I climbed onto the bed slowly, letting him look his fill as I moved to straddle his thighs. Smiling down at him, I reached up to release my hair from the clips that’d held it in place all night. With the curls cascading down my shoulders, I leaned over, not to take him in my mouth yet, but to let my hair trail across his skin. He sucked in a breath, his hips jerking when the strands brushed his cock.
Pleased with the reaction, I blew gently on his skin and earned a growl. This was the most responsive I’d ever had a man be to my touch. And I hadn’t even really touched him yet.
I ran my fingers up and down his length once, then twice, before tracing the same path with my tongue. He cursed, and I could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath me. Wrapping one hand around the thick base, I took the tip of his cock between my lips, barely resisting the urge to smile when he let out an inarticulate yell.
He was too large for me to fit all of him in my mouth, but I lowered the circle of my lips over him as far as I could, letting the weight of him slide over my tongue until my jaw couldn’t open any wider. I held him there for a few seconds before raising my head and repeating the entire thing quickly. With my hand working the part of him I couldn’t suck on, I used my tongue along with suction to send him hurtling toward the edge.
“Stop.” His hand came down on my head, fingers tangling in my curls. “Stop, or I’ll come in your mouth.”
I looked up, at last, finding the blue of his irises reduced to only the thinnest circle around pupils blown wide with desire. The near-wild expression on his face made things low inside me clench. I let his cock slip from between my lips.
“I wouldn’t mind,” I said.
“I would.” He sat up, catching my chin in his hand. His thumb brushed across my swollen bottom lip. “As much as I love what you’re doing, I want to be inside you when we come.”
“Condom?”
Less than a minute later, I was above him. The damp fabric of my panties simply moved aside to give him the room I needed to lower myself onto him. We both groaned at the tight fit. My hands went to his stomach for balance, and as I had to work to take the last couple of inches, my nails dug into the firm muscles. His hands moved up and down my thighs, fingers flexing as if he wanted to bury them in my flesh the same way my nails were embedding in him, but he held back.
I wanted to see him lose that control. I didn’t want the contained, professional man in the suits who gave everyone the same polished smile. I wanted the man who’d gotten that tattoo. The one who came looking for me tonight, even though he knew it was a bad idea.
With his eyes on me, I rocked back and forth, letting my body adjust to the fullness of having something that large inside me. I took my hands from him and moved them up my body until I cupped my breasts. When I was certain I had his full attention where I wanted it, I unhooked the front clasp and let my bra drop away.
“Oh, London.” He reached for me, his touch a bit too gentle, too controlled. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”
While his fingers teased my nipples, I began to ride him, finding a rhythm that would keep us both right on the edge. Pleasure rippled out along my nerves, but never enough to release the pressure building inside me. I stopped when I felt his hips push up to meet me and his hands were squeezing my breasts.
He groaned, his head falling back. “You’re going to be the death of me, London.”
