“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” I murmur.
His mouth curves up in a sexy grin. “I didn’t want to wait another three days for some non-work time.”
We close the remaining few inches between us, our lips meeting in a sweet, slow kiss that’s really nothing but a torturous sample of what we both actually need. I finally manage to pull away, moving my lips to Spencer’s cheek and brushing them gently over his dark stubble. “Later. Once Mom’s gone.”
“What’s the meeting?” he asks.
“She’s finally started going to a support group.”
“That’s great,” Spencer says with a smile. “And it’s helping?”
I nod. “Yeah, it is. She’s doing much better.”
* * *
You’d think a dinner with my mom and the billionaire boss I’m secretly dating would be awkward, but somehow it’s not. Somehow it seems completely natural to have Spencer sitting here at the table chatting to my mom about old sitcoms he likes and some of the places he’s travelled.
“Did you get to the continent much while you were studying in London, Will?” Spencer asks.
I’m briefly surprised by the question because we haven’t talked about my time in London yet, but then I remember he’s my employer and would have seen my resume. “Um, yeah, we managed to get away a few times. We were pretty light on funds, though, so we mainly stuck to the more affordable destinations. Serbia, Estonia, Morocco…”
“Sounds amazing,” he says with a look of genuine interest. And there’s something else in his eyes, too, something that looks a lot like possibility, or maybe…invitation?
Spencer helps me clear the table after dinner, while Mom prepares for her support group meeting. She was reluctant to go at first, but finally after much prodding from meand her therapist, she decided to give it a try and tonight will be her third meeting.
“Okay, have fun!” I call as Mom finishes putting on her coat.
She adjusts the sleeve of her bad arm and offers me an incredulous look. “Fun? Will, I’ll be sitting in a room full of people listening to how they lost the use of various limbs.”
“Right, sorry. I guess I meant I hope you find it helpful.”
She purses her lips and gives a shake of her head before disappearing out the front door.
The second my mom leaves, I reach for Spencer and tug him toward me. Our lips crash together hungrily, desperately, as though we’ve spent years starving for each other.
We barely even come up for air as I guide him blindly toward my room and snap the door shut behind us. It’s a mad scramble to get out of our clothes, and as hot as Spencer looks in his tailored suits, I’m cursing them right now because those shirts and ties and belts are seriously not made for hastily undressing.
Once we’re finally both naked I tug him toward me for another greedy kiss before pushing him away and gesturing to my bed. “Hands and knees,” I order, and he doesn’t hesitate to comply, climbing onto the mattress and taking up position facing the headboard.
I open the drawer to my nightstand and fish out the necessary supplies, tossing them onto the bed. Then I retrieve Spencer’s tie from the floor and climb on the bed behind him.
I let the smooth silk of the tie run through my fingers for a moment before wrapping it around his mouth and securing it behind his head. Then I get to work quickly prepping his ass.
I don’t bother with much; just a twist of my fingers and a slather of lube and then I’m pulling back my hand and reaching for the condom. I roll it on and slick up the outside before pushing into Spencer’s hole, satisfied with the muffled groan he lets out as I enter him.
I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back, leaning forward a little so I can growl into his ear, “This is going to be fast and dirty.”
He releases another moan that’s once again muffled by the makeshift gag and I take that as his agreement. Snapping my hips, I fuck him in a fierce, wild frenzy; with one hand gripping tight to his hair, I use the other to slam down against his bare ass, again and again, each contact resulting in a satisfying crack and a stifled groan from Spencer.
I feel his hole clamp down around my cock and know he’s reached his orgasm. The sensation of it is so overwhelming I’m practically seeing stars and it’s only a second before I feel my own climax rushing through me and I’m shooting hard into the condom.
I pull out of his ass and rip off the condom, then we just collapse on the mattress next to each other.
“This was a five-hundred-dollar tie,” Spencer grumbles after freeing himself from his makeshift gag.
I chuckle. “I’m finding it hard to feel bad when I know you have at least twenty billion more of them in your closet.”
“That’s an exaggeration. It’s only eighteen billion,” he says with a wide grin.
“I rounded up.”
He rolls us over and claims my lips in a long, languid kiss. I can’t help just sinking into it, my leg coming up to wrap around his waist, my hands tangling in his hair. Finally, I manage to come to my senses and pull away. “As much as I’d love to stay here and do this all night, you really need to be gone by the time my mom gets back.”
He offers a resigned smile, his hand coming up to trail a finger over my cheek. “One of these days I’m going to convince you to spend the night with me.”
“Why are you so desperate for that to happen?” I ask curiously.
“Because…I want to hold you through the night and wake up next to you. That’s not something I usually want to do with people, but with you…I really want it.”
God damnit. It’s getting really hard not to fall for you, Spencer Cox. Of course, I don’t say those dangerous words aloud. Instead I tilt my head forward so I can brush my lips against his. “I want that too. It’s just logistically…right now…”
“I know.” He places a gentle kiss against my forehead before scrambling off the bed and gathering up his clothes.
I retrieve a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from my dresser and pull them on before plopping onto my bed so I can watch Spencer as he dresses. The sight of him covering up all that gorgeous skin makes me want to sob.
Once he’s done dressing, he moves toward me and I open my legs to allow him to stand between them. He reaches out to cup my face, sliding his thumb over my jaw. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You’ll see your assistant tomorrow,” I correct pointedly.
He offers a faint smile. “Right.”
15
Spencer
* * *
It’s been two days and my ass is still stinging from Will’s attentions the other night, but I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a spur of the moment decision to visit Will at home, using that scarf as a completely lame excuse, but I’m so glad I did. Even if his mom can’t know the truth about our relationship just yet, meeting her was an absolute pleasure and it feels amazing to have gathered that insight into Will’s life.
And the sex…well, as usual, it was off the freakin’ charts.
I’m trying to concentrate on research I’m doing for a property we’re interested in in the Hudson Valley when Will enters my office. My face immediately stretches into a smile, but it falters as soon as I see the expression on his face. Something is definitely wrong.