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Strong hands on my hips.
And him inside me. Thick and throbbing. Reaching parts of me that only he had ever been able to get to.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned. “You’re perfect.”
Unable to help myself, I rocked back against him, making a small sound in the back of my throat. His fingers dug into my flesh, the only warning I received before he pulled back and slammed into me. I cried out at the sharp and almost painful jolt that went through me, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I didn’twanthim to stop. I wanted more.
And he gave it to me.
The first time I came with him inside me, it hit so hard and fast that my arms gave out, my scream muffled in the sheets as I fell, face-first, into them. He didn’t miss a beat, pounding into me repeatedly, making it impossible for my body to process the pleasure washing over me in waves.
A hand slid up my spine and gripped my shoulder, pulling me upright. He draped his arm over my shoulder and cupped my breast over my bra, holding me to him as he drove up into me. His other hand slid around my waist, fingers slipping between my slick folds to quickly find my swollen clit.
“I should turn you around,” Spencer whispered as the hand on my breast plucked at my nipple. “Give these people watching from the other building a bit more of a show. Maybe push down your bra to let them watch me turn this pretty nipple red. Lift your dress to show them how you like your clit rubbed. Spread your legs wider so they can see where my cock is going into your cunt.”
I whimpered at his words, my muscles trembling with the need to come again. I danced that edge, the pressure and tension building inside me until it was almost unbearable.
“No,” Spencer said. “You’remine.”
He punctuated the last word with a rough pinch to my nipple and a deep thrust, the combination of the three sending me flying over the edge into oblivion. I felt him speed up, felt his body tense as he went. I heard him growl my name. But all of it was dim, in the recesses of a mind overcome by the most powerful climax I’d ever had.
Afterwards, I barely registered anything, my head still in that pleasant, fuzzy place that came with such intense sex. Spencer seemed amused, and I liked the fondness in the way he looked at me. Neither of us spoke as we showered and climbed into bed, both of us sated enough that our naked skin was comforting rather than arousing.
“Did you enjoy tonight?” he asked as he tucked my body against his.
“I did,” I said, turning my head enough to kiss his arm. “Did you?”
“Bloodygood.” After a brief pause, he asked an odd question, “When is your lease up for your apartment?”
Frowning, I turned slightly to look up at him even though my room was dark. “What?”
“I told you I was looking for a place here,” he said. “When your lease is up, I’d rather fancy you move in with me.”
Maybe I was still riding a post-coital high because my first thought wasn’t that we’d only been together for a short while. It was an immediate and resounding, “Yes.”
We kissed then, and I put other thoughts out of my mind. We’d work through the details at some point, and I’d worry about anything else then. Right now, I just wanted to keep my perfect night and the future I could clearly see in front of me.
With him.
THIRTY-SEVEN
SPENCER
A shrill ringpierced through the silence of the room, jolting me awake. For a moment, I was disoriented, until the light from my phone screen illuminated the room and reminded me that London was lying next to me. The phone rang again, and I quickly grabbed it, not wanting to disturb her sleep.
“Hello?” I answered groggily.
“Spencer.” It was my mother, and her tone was filled with a strange urgency that immediately set my heart racing.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I felt London stir beside me, but I didn’t turn to look at her. Instead, I focused on my mother’s words.
“It’s your father,” she said, her voice shaking. “He’s gone.”
I sat up straight, my heart pounding. “Gone?” I repeated, trying to process what she was saying. ‘What do you mean, he’s gone?”
“The doctors think it was his heart,” she said, her voice breaking. “We were getting ready for bed, and when I came out of the shower, I found him on the floor.”
The lamp beside the bed flickered on, and I turned my head away as my eyes adjusted to the light. My mother continued, “I called 999 and started CPR, but he was already gone.”
