Our Little Wedding (The Spencer Brooks Diaries #3)

Spencer

I was exhausted as I sat at my desk going over reports the next morning. It had been a long and somewhat stressful night for the pair of us after we’d returned from dinner. I’d put Nikki to bed, while Ainsley had crawled into the soaker tub and had a hot bath. Afterward, we’d sat up late, talking about what had happened with Brittany at the restaurant. Ainsley had burst into tears many times as I tried to get her to talk to me about what Brittany said in the washroom, but she refused to tell me. Instead, I could only imagine all the cruel things she’d said, and even though she assured me she knew what Brittany told her wasn’t true, I was still upset that I wasn’t able to defend myself. She finally curled up in my arms and fell asleep, but I stayed awake for hours, staring at the ceiling.

I heard a soft knock on my office door. I looked up to see Ainsley holding a steaming cup of coffee, a soft smile on her face.

“You are a godsend,” I said, throwing down the report I’d been going over as she set the mug down on the warming plate she’d gotten me last week, after I’d complained that I kept drinking cold coffee.

She said nothing. Instead, she nodded and turned, heading toward the door.

“Ainsley? Is everything okay?” I questioned.

“Yep.” She smiled, but I knew it wasn’t a real one. She appeared to be far more upset than she was when we’d left for the office this morning and that concerned me.

“Ainsley, shut my door and come over here.”

She stopped. I watched as she clenched her fists at her side and then shut the door and approached my desk. “What?” she demanded, crossing her arms in front of her chest, completely closing me off.

I pushed my chair away from my desk and studied her. “Come over here,” I said, nodding to the space between me and the desk.

She let out a sigh and reluctantly walked over to me, wedging herself between me and my desk. She leaned against it and looked down at me. “What is it?”

“I think I’m the one who should ask you that.”

She let out a deep sigh. “There were messages for me this morning… from Brittany,” she said through clenched teeth, her eyes glistening with tears.

“I see. Why didn’t you forward them to me?” I asked, doing my best to remain calm. I’d had it with that woman.

“Just better to delete them.” She shrugged. “No need for the both of us to hear her cruel words.” She looked away so I could no longer see her eyes.

I shook my head and placed my hands on her hips. “No, you should have sent them to me.”

“Did you know she got fired last night?” she questioned. “She left that in one message and how she blames me for it.”

I nodded. “I knew. She deserved it.”

“I know, but in her message, she is blaming me.”

“That is ridiculous. She deserved it, and you know it.”

Ainsley slowly nodded her head and wiped her eyes.

“Ainsley, I want to know what else is bothering you.”

I studied her face. Her eyes watered, and soon they filled with tears and she broke down. She brought her hands up to her face and sobbed into them. I placed my hands on her hips and rested my head on her abdomen. I closed my eyes and felt her fingers run through my hair.

“All of this just hurts so much,” she cried.

“All of what? Brittany? Don’t give her that kind of power.”

I watched as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “Everything, . The venues won’t call us back. My best friend keeps asking me to think about what it will be like to be married to you in twenty years, and your ex-wife hates me. I still don’t have a dress. It’s just…” She let out a huge sob.

“Brittany hates me too. Honestly, I think she hates herself as well as everyone else.” I chuckled as I pulled her onto my lap and leaned back in my chair, pulling her into my chest.

“It just seems like she is…dare I say it… jealous.”

“Ha, she can be jealous. Remember, it was I who found another man between her legs. She has no right to be jealous or to say a damn word about us.”

“I know.”

“You know what I think?”

“What’s that?”

“That most of this is all just baby hormones. Take a breath…” I said in a calm voice as I ran my fingers through her hair and looked her in the eyes.

“No, it’s not.” She sniffled.

“Oh, I think it is. You aren’t this sensitive, that much I know. Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to take a day off. I think you need to be by yourself to relax. It’s been a lot, yes, but it’s not as bad as you’re thinking,” I said in a low voice.

“It’s not?”

I shook my head. “No, we’ve only had a call into a couple of venues for a week. I’m not worried. Everything is going to work out fine. I promise. As for the calls from Brittany, I will block her number from your extension. I will direct all her calls to me and me only. As for Carly, well, she’ll learn when she meets someone.”

Ainsley met my eyes, leaned in, and kissed me softly on the lips, while running her fingers through my hair. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome.” I kissed her mouth hard as she sat on my lap. I hated seeing tears on her face. Our lips parted and I met her eyes, “I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too.” Her hands rested on my shoulders, as I kissed her again.

I allowed my hands to travel up underneath her skirt, I was expecting to feel the silkiness of her panties, but they weren’t there.

“Okay,” she said, laughing as she grabbed my arm and pushed my hand away. “You need to behave.” She giggled, sliding off my lap and adjusting her skirt.

“Are you not wearing any panties?” I questioned, my cock instantly growing hard at the thought. I remembered the last time that had happened. I’d ended up with her on the top of desk, legs spread, while I devoured her pussy until she screamed my name.

The light blush on her cheeks said it all, and my cock ached as she turned around, her perfect ass in my face as she adjusted and smoothed her skirt. She wasn’t getting away from me. Instead, I grabbed her hips and stood up behind her, pulling her body against me.

“,” She whispered, her voice cracking.

“Put your hands on my desk,” I commanded in a hushed but firm tone. I didn’t move while I waited for her to do what I said.

“, everyone is here. We can’t do this now.,”

I leaned over her, bringing my lips to her ear. The smell of her, combined with the fact that I knew she wasn’t wearing anything under that skirt, went straight to my cock. “Put your hands on my desk,” I growled.

Her cheeks darkened as she did as I asked. I walked around to the door and turned the little lock I’d had installed after she’d started working here and turned back to see her standing there with her eyes closed. I smiled to myself and walked back around behind her. She sucked in a breath as I ran my hands up her sides, around to the front and held her full breasts in my hand, running my thumbs over her already hardened nipples.

“Remember what happened the last time you weren’t wearing anything under your skirt?” I whispered.

“I do.” She let out a breath as she pushed her chest into my hands. She was already breathing hard and I’d barely touched her. I kept one breast in my hand and reached down and pulled at her skirt, lifting it up over her ass. I ran my hand over her bare skin and reached around in front, my fingers finding that small bundle of nerves. She let out a soft moan as I kissed the back of her neck.

“Do you do this to me on purpose?” I questioned as I pressed up against her so she could feel my arousal.

“No.” Her voice trembled as I continued gently rubbing her.

She was about to move her hands, but I shook my head. “Keep your hands there,” I whispered. My cock strained against the fabric of my suit pants. I opened the zipper, allowing for some relief before continuing.

“Bend forward,” I whispered, “and keep quiet.”

She lowered herself down on the desk a little, and I gripped my cock, pulling it from my boxers and lining myself up with her opening. I slid myself into her and we both let out a moan. I could feel her tightening around me already as I thrust myself deeply into her again and again.

I reached around her, stroking that little bundle of nerves as I continued pumping into her. She grabbed my other hand, interlocking her fingers with mine. “Keep quiet,” I whispered as I sucked her earlobe between my lips.

“.”

“Shhh baby, just feel me, know how much I love you.” I whispered, nipping at her neck.

“I’m gonna come,” she cried a little louder than she should be.

“Shhh…” I pumped into her harder, working my hand faster between her legs. Her hand gripped mine tighter. I could feel her beginning to tighten and pulse around my cock, her once muted cries now audible as she let herself go. I took her mouth with mine, silencing her, as I pumped into her the last few times before I let go.

Both of us breathing hard, I held her in my arms as we both came down. Then I slipped myself from her and pulled her skirt down over her ass. She turned around and looked up at me, a satisfied yet tired look on her face. I zipped up my pants and then leaned onto my desk as I kissed her lips.

“You better fix your shirt and your hair,” I whispered, nipping at her lower lip. “Don’t want anyone to see how beautiful you are after I just fucked you.” I winked.

Her cheeks went a deep pink again. “And you better tuck your shirt in,” she answered back.

We both took a minute, adjusted our clothing so we looked suitable again. “So, you’re taking the day off correct?” I questioned as I reached for my wallet that sat on the corner of my desk and flipped it open, pulling out my credit card.

“Ainsley?”

“Hmmm?” She looked up at me, then down at my hand.

“You’re taking the rest of the day off. Go do some wedding things. Get your dress, have a massage. Enjoy your day.”

She looked at me. “I thought you said we would do the dress thing together.”

I shook my head. “It’s bad luck, remember?”

“But I have work things to complete before I do any of that today,” she argued, pushing my hand away.

“Yes, I know you do. However, most of those things can be done later tonight, from home. I want you to take the day.” I walked around my desk and over to her. I slid the card into her hand and leaned in, taking her lips with mine. “Go, before you get me all worked up again. There is nothing more that I want to do than eat that sweet pussy for hours, but I need to concentrate,” I said, gripping her ass and kissing her lips one more time.

She slipped the card from my hand and looked up at me. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“I’ll see you at home tonight. Drive careful.”