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“Are you proposing to me?” she asks, turning around so I can see her reaction. She isn’t surprised or shocked—not even horrified. Luna seems amused by the idea.
“Would you say yes if I was?” I ask her, and she tilts her head slightly to the side. “If I asked you to come with me and get married right now, because I don’t want this, whatever this is, to end…would you say yes?” Luna pauses, and then smiles at me.
“Yes, I would say yes,” she replies. “I have no reason to say no.” Her flawed logic doesn’t even bother me now. She said yes, and if I didn’t act on it, she might change her mind and say no.
“I know a place,” I say. “Come, we can do it tonight.” Luna giggles but doesn’t stop my madness. She kisses me and holds my hand as we sneak out, avoiding anyone we know until we get to the waiting car. I hand my phone to my driver as he holds the door open for us, follows the GPS, and we might need a witness. My driver will have to do. I am sure he won’t mind if I pay him extra.
This is a terrible, fun, completely mad, very Luna idea—I think I am in love with it. And her.
FOURTEEN
LUNA
Spencer is good at sex—who knew? Like so good, I can feel it the morning after, a dull ache between my thighs and the splitting headache of a hangover. Whiskey is not to be played with. I didn’t take anything before bed and now, now I am suffering the consequences of all my actions yesterday.
My blurry eyes open only for a second, and I close them again, thinking about Spencer. And the sex, wow. The first time was all awkward and clumsy, then he got better in the car.
He has his hand up my dress, and he makes me come on his fingers. I don’t even care about the driver. He strokes my clit and keeps one finger inside me, making me come over and over until I think I can’t anymore—then he says, “Get on my lap, Luna, lift your dress and show me how wet you are for me.” Pulling my dress up at the back, he slides his hard cock inside me. My legs squeeze together, making it feel like he is too big. I can’t take all of him like this…it’s too much.
His cock stretches my pussy as he grips my hips and bounces me up and down on his lap—thank the lord for blacked out windows. “Spencer, please.” I moan as he drives me closer to another orgasm. His big hands and strong arms move me easily any way he wants. I am not in control of this. Spencer fucks me from behind as I grip the headrest of the front seat. I’m embarrassed but also turned on that his poor driver knows what we are doing.
Thrusting upward hard, he pulls me down, holding me so his cock can’t go any deeper. The sensation is so intense that I shudder and jerk around him. My whole body comes with me as I ride the orgasm. He doesn’t move, or allow me to. He just keeps me there, filling me with his big dick. He moves my hair and kisses the back of my neck, relaxing his grip slightly before he pushes up again. More—I can’t take more—fuck. I moan out loudly, as he whispers into my ear. “That’s just the start of the honeymoon sex, wife.” He comes inside me with a deep growl, and a possessive grip on me. He fills me and keeps me there, his dick inside me, until we park in front of the house.
WIFE! Fuck, I sit bolt upright in the bed. The room spins and the events of yesterday rush at me like a tornado of bad decisions and drunken lust. Oh, my fucking God, what did we do? I remember parts of it, the bar, the kisses, the sex and falling on the floor.
He asked me to marry him—I thought he was playing games.
Spencer doesn’t know how to play or have fun. I should have known that. He can’t joke, of course he was dead serious. Shit. I fight the haze in my head, and the swirling room. Spencer is next to me. This ishisbed, not mine. Athena is glaring at me from the foot of the bed, not impressed that I am lying next to her favorite person.
I feel the cool metal on my finger, and look at it—I definitely got married to my boss last night. That was not on the list, and Audrey is going to freak the fuck out when she finds out about this. Any of it. Sex, marriage, kisses, none of this is okay. What the hell did I do? I knew he was drunk. I should have stopped him.
I was drunk too. I am not a ‘no’ person. I say yes to things and see what happens. I said yes, and now I have woken up, married to the grumpiest asshole on earth. “Spencer.” I poke him trying to get him to wake up, but he’s passed out, not even just sleeping. “Spencer, wake up. Fuck. What did we do last night?” I keep trying to get him to wake up. Athena growls at me if I get physical with him.
“You traitor dog, you,” I say to her. I shake him now, and he moans, groans, rolling over. “Spencer, are you awake?” I ask him.
“No, come here,” he says in a tired, groggy voice, pulling me into him, holding me like I am the little spoon again. His hard cock pokes me in the butt, and he nuzzles my neck. “Hmm.”
“Are you still drunk?” I ask because I am freaking out. He should be too. Spencer kisses my ear and palms my breast. His cock hardens even more against me. The morning glory part of this is kind of hot. “What did we do, Spencer?” I whisper when he pinches a nipple between his fingers. My pussy tightens, making me forget what I was saying.
I lose my thoughts to his touch when his hand tails down my naked body and ghosts a touch where I still ache from last night’s sex. “Hmmm.” He moans and the sound is like a vibrator against my sensitive skin. It turns me on, and before he can even kiss me, I am dripping wet and needy for his cock again.
“Roll over, Luna,” he says pushing me to roll onto my stomach. I lazily roll over. My face in the pillow that smells like him. Spencer moves behind me. He pulls my legs open and runs his finger through the wet folds of my pussy. Teasing me, making me want to beg for it. “So damn wet, you are a very sexy little devil, aren’t you?” He does it again and I can’t stop myself from moving, trying to get more of him. Spencer smacks my bottom, and I gasp at the sting but my pussy clenches, aching for him to fill me again. “This ass, I want to bite it.” He sinks his teeth into my exposed butt cheek, right where he just smacked it. “You drive me crazy, Luna, you make my cock so hard.” He pushes it against me, sliding between my butt cheeks. It’s hot and hard. I wiggle my ass against him, and he growls in frustration.
His palm pins me down, putting pressure on my back right between my shoulders, so I can’t pull away or move. He holds his cock, and slides it over my wet pussy, rubbing against my already sensitive clit. My pussy is clenching tight, the friction against my clit already teasing out the climax in me. “Spencer, please.” I beg now, I am so close, yet he will not take me there.
It’s a single movement. He goes from teasing me to filling me. The sound that escapes me is an inaudible gasp for air. My body is already so sensitive from last night, the mixture of stinging pain and pure blissful pleasure makes it impossible to think—I only feel.
I feel Spencer fuck me from behind, hard, sharp movements without holding back. He doesn’t go slowly or take his time. He pounds into me. The sounds coming from him are wild, unfiltered, and drive me crazy with need. I lift my ass and push back into him, forcing him deeper inside me, needing the release. I want to come. “Fuck.” He moans, and slams into me even harder when I push against him. Sliding my arm underneath me, I touch myself. I rub circles on my clit as he takes me harder and harder. The combination of friction against my clit and the fullness of his cock taking me so deeply are a heady mix, and I am unable to stop the orgasm when it hits me.
I scream into his pillow, moaning his name, begging him to stop because it is so intense, but not wanting him to stop because it feels so good. My pussy tightens around him, gripping his cock inside me, making each thrust feel even fuller.
Spencer doesn’t slow down or stop. He fucks into me harder and harder—he punts through my orgasm and growls out, “Come again, Luna. Come on my cock so I can fill you up.” His filthy talk and the angle of his cock hits my g-spot over again. His hand pushes me down harder into the bed and takes what he needs. Spencer fucks me like he owns me, and he holds nothing back when he comes inside me. His cock jerks and pulses, muscles tighten.
“Luna,” the deep gravelly sound in how he says my name vibrates around us as his warm come spills inside me.
Spencer collapses on top of me. Turning my face to his, he kisses me like that, still inside me, and I close my eyes and savor the taste of his passion. He rolls over onto the bed beside me, pulling me so I am still in his arms. “You’re going to kill me if we keep doing that,” he says and before I can respond he’s fallen asleep again. I’m not sure Spencer was fully awake for any of that, but it was so fucking good that I don’t care.
I close my eyes and relax in the warm comfort of his embrace. There’s something about being so close to a man that keeps everyone away that makes me feel like I am special. I’m sleepy again, my body snug against his as I nod off to the soft sound of his breathing. I can worry about being married when I wake up.
