2. Spencer
SPENCER
W e were barely in the suite before I had no choice but to reach out and take hold of her. How many times had I touched her this way? Exploring curves that were familiar but still so exciting, making my blood hum by the time I pulled her tight against my stiffening dick.
She purred like a kitten, leaving me craving her more than ever.
“But I wanted to enjoy the view…” she teased, letting me back her across the sumptuous great room at the center of the suite, my impatience giving me no choice but to pick her up.
She was moving too slowly, and I’d been waiting too long.
“And I wanted to fuck you this afternoon when we first got here, remember?” I asked on the way down the hall. “You know what happens when you keep me waiting.”
“Yes, and I always end up enjoying it, don’t I?
” There was something painfully sensual about her knowing laughter once I set her on her feet inside the large, lavishly-appointed bedroom.
This suite was reserved for some of the strip’s most notorious high rollers, people who had come to expect a level of comfort and sophistication.
At the moment, what I cared most about was the enormous bed, where I planned to take her in every position for as long as my dick held up.
Even then, I had a tongue and ten perfectly good fingers to keep the party going.
It was the steel rod wedged up against my zipper that demanded attention first and foremost. “It has been a while since we had any real alone time,” Rowan reminded me as her skillful fingers worked my belt and zipper, offering me a little relief from the pressure.
I grunted my agreement, leaning down and running the tip of my tongue across her lips before easing it between them.
It was impossible to explain the change that came over her at that moment when we stopped playing and got down to business.
It was always like this. The way she would melt into me.
The way she gave herself over to pleasure I so happily offered.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I grunted out between kisses, one arm around her waist to hold her close as my other hand worked her dress up her thigh.
She shivered and gasped at my light caress, the way I knew she loved to be touched.
I had never known a more responsive woman.
Her entire body was one giant erogenous zone.
“Touch me,” she begged, almost whining, her breath hot against my skin as my mouth began traveling over her jaw and down her throat. She curled her fingers in my hair, her arms around my neck. “Make me feel good.”
That was all I wanted. Backing her against the bed, I sat her down, then lowered myself to my knees.
“Rowan, I would happily spend the rest of my life pleasuring you day in and day out.” There was nothing like turning her into some whining, writhing, needy thing—a creature who acted on instinct, who followed her body’s needs without thinking or analyzing.
She was so driven and careful in her professional life yet exploded when given the opportunity.
I planned on giving her the opportunity now, sliding the dress up her thighs, teasing both of us, really, as I took my time exploring every inch of her silky skin. So beautiful, so perfect in every way. I almost didn’t know what to do with this perfection.
She made it easy, though, placing a hand on the back of my head and guiding me closer to the center of her heat.
I rubbed the scruff on my cheeks against her inner thighs, making her shiver and whimper while her legs fell farther apart.
“And to think, you seemed so sleepy at dinner…” I whispered, drawing closer to the lace covering her pussy.
“I think I got my second wind,” she whispered back, releasing a soft laugh that turned into a moan when my tongue ran over the lace. The telltale dampness spreading over it sharpened my senses, making it almost impossible not to tear the G-string away from her skin and drive my tongue deep.
But that would mean missing the thrill of building her up, making her beg for it. “Oh God, yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips, greedy for more. The harder she worked for it, the longer I would make her wait.
“You smell so good.” I groaned, rubbing my nose over her covered mound before licking again, tantalized by the faint hint of her essence clinging to the lace. I strained against my boxer briefs, eager to sink deep. It was too much fun playing with her.
“You’re trying to kill me, is that it?” she asked in a strained whisper, working herself against me. I merely chuckled, rubbing my face across her mound until her high-pitched whines made me take pity.
“No, sweetheart, I am not trying to kill you. I don’t think anybody ever died from being unable to come.
” As I spoke, I slowly pulled the thong away from her glistening lips and worked it down her legs, which fell open again like magic.
When I blew gently across her slit, she arched her back, gasping.
The tip of her clit poked out from between those lips, and I focused my warm breath on it, letting the chilled air send a shiver over her until she shook and moaned my name.
Finally, I took pity, touching the tip of my tongue to the bundle of nerves. “God, yes!” she screamed, hands against the back of my head again, tugging my hair. “Spence… more!”
If there was one thing I committed to, it was giving her what she wanted, and the lady wanted more. Who was I to let her down?
I settled in, focusing attention on the clit, flicking my tongue over it, occasionally dipping lower to breach her entrance.
So wet, the taste and smell heightened the desire that turned my blood to fire.
It burned its way through me, searing me inside, demanding more, more.
I could never get enough. But fuck it, I was going to try.
I replaced my tongue with two fingers, pumping in and out of her, closing my lips around her clit and sucking gently.
“Mmm… so… good… baby…” She moved in a frenzy, faster, grinding hard, determined to take what she needed, using me for her pleasure.
I wanted nothing more than to make her scream my name.
It didn’t take long, either. “I’m… com… ing…
” she rasped, losing her rhythm, riding my face wildly.
And when she did, her hips lifted off the bed.
I held on through the flood of sweetness that coated my tongue while her thighs squeezed my head.
“Spencer, fuck!” she cried out, then her legs fell to the sides, and she laid still except for her heaving chest.
I stood, staring down at her, pulling off my clothes and letting them lay where they fell.
She was a dream come to life—flushed, glowing, legs spread in the aftermath of bliss.
Her pussy still spasmed, her glistening folds holding my attention, making me stroke my rigid length as I watched every flutter of her muscles.
“Look at you,” she whispered, propping herself up on her elbows, wearing an inviting smile. “I guess you think I’m going to do something with that now, huh?” Her gaze landed on my cock, eyes narrowing with desire.
“You don’t have to do a thing.” I continued to stroke, smiling the way she did. “You can just lie there. I could get off at the sight of you.”
“You could…” she bit her lip, “… but don’t you want to fuck me? Release deep inside me?” Her legs spread wider, a silent invitation.
The tease. She still thought she had the upper hand. She would soon find out otherwise.
Before she knew what was happening, I took her under the arms and lifted her off the bed. “What are you doing?” she squealed, laughing, and I didn’t bother answering as I guided her to the windows looking out over the strip.
“You said you wanted to enjoy the view, right?” Setting her in front of the glass, I turned her in place, standing behind her. She was still wearing her dress, which I now unzipped. She softly gasped as I peeled the fabric away from her body, letting it fall to the floor.
With the lights off in the room, there was no chance of anyone seeing us.
Taking her full, heavy tits in my hands, I whispered in her ear, “Here’s the view. What do you think?”
“It’s very nice.” Her head fell against my shoulder, one arm lifting so she could wrap her hand around the back of my neck. “Breathtaking. I could learn to love it.”
“If you like that, let’s see what you think of this.” I slid one hand down her flat stomach, finding her clit again, toying with it until her breathing went shallow, faster.
When I pressed her against the window, her palms flattened against the glass. Finding her wet, welcoming entrance, I drove into her with one deep thrust that left us moaning.
It never got old. That first moment after entering her—our bodies coming together, her pussy drawing me deeper, almost tight enough to hold me in place.
I fought against it like I fought against the urge to come, moving slowly, driving deep. “You take my cock so well,” I whispered, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, holding her still, taking control, fucking her senseless as the lights on the strip twinkled and glowed.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered over her shoulder, then I caught her mouth with mine, practically devouring her while she moaned helplessly.
It was building fast, coming on without warning, and I quickened my pace to meet the sudden surge of uncontrollable need to bury myself deep and fill her. To claim her again.
She tightened, her cries rising in pitch, and shuddered in time with my release. Her cries were lost in my mouth and mine in hers until she broke the kiss and almost collapsed against the window. “Holy shit. I really hope nobody can see us up here.”
Chuckling, I lifted her and wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the bed, where I lay her down. “I’m sure they couldn’t. And even if someone could, we’re high up enough that there’s no chance they could identify us.”
When she arched an eyebrow at me, I shrugged, climbing in next to her. “All right, so I gave it a little thought. Weighed the pros and cons in the elevator.”
“You’re incorrigible.” She was smiling, glowing after her orgasms, yet she sat up against the headboard rather than curling up in my arms. Gathering the duvet around her, she sighed deeply.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, freezing in place in the middle of lying down. “Everything okay? Do you need something?”
“No. I mean, everything’s okay. I don’t need anything…
or maybe I do. I’m not sure what I’m thinking.
” She drew her knees to her chest, cocooned in the thick duvet.
At times like this, she reminded me of a scared little girl—wide-eyed, pale-faced, looking to me for whatever it was she couldn’t find herself.
“You know you can always talk to me about anything, right? That hasn’t changed.
” I sat up next to her, wedging pillows behind my back.
From this angle, with the glittering lights stretched out beyond the windows, she made a hypnotic sight.
Her golden hair was a halo which I stroked slowly, hoping to comfort her.
“I know. And I love you. And I hope you don’t think this has anything to do with you because it doesn’t… not really. It’s about me.”
“You? You’re perfect.”
She turned her face my way, resting her cheek against her folded arms. “Stop.”
“I’m serious. Perfect. I could sit here for the rest of the night and all through tomorrow morning, and I couldn’t come up with anything about you I’d change…” I paused, wincing. “All right, maybe that’s not entirely true.”
“Choose your next words very carefully,” she warned in a light voice.
“You’re too hard on yourself.” She groaned, making me laugh. “That’s it. Your only flaw.”
“You’re ridiculous, and I love you.” She shimmied her way closer to me, tucking herself under my outstretched arm.
Her left hand rested on my bare chest, her rings gleaming even in dim lighting.
It took us a long time to get here, to this place where we trusted and supported each other.
In a way, they symbolized what we had set in motion a long time ago.
Outside forces got in the way, but we’d found each other again. We had come full circle.
Why did it feel so much like she was slipping away now?
She was holding something back. “So what is it?” I prodded.
It wasn’t easy to be gentle. We’d been back together more than three years now, and there were still times when I found myself pushing too hard.
She was the only woman I’d ever been serious about, so some of the finer points of relationships were still fresh.
Put me in a boardroom, and I could handle even the toughest negotiation.
Put me in front of a troubled woman I happened to love? Forget it. I was a fucking mess.
“It’s just… the business has exploded,” she murmured. “I’m not complaining … you know I’m not, right?”
“Of course. You wouldn’t.”
“At the same time…” she continued, “… it’s overwhelming. I feel like such an idiot, saying that. This is what I want. It’s what I’ve worked for. I’ve already taken on two new associates, and we’re still scrambling to cover our bases.”
“Then it might be time to bring in another associate. There’s no limit, you realize. You can hire as many people as you want. You can afford it.”
“I know. It’s just…” She sighed, opening her mouth like something was on the tip of her tongue, ready to come out. “I wonder if I have what it takes to do it all,” she admitted after a moment’s hesitation.
“Are you kidding me? You’re superwoman.” She shifted a little, going stiff like my praise was taken as anything but. “You’re the most impressive person I know. And I know a lot of people,” I reminded her, chuckling to keep things light.
“There’s no such thing as superwoman. What if I’ve expanded too quickly? What if the firm ends up imploding on itself? What happens then?”
“What if everything goes incredibly well, and you protect countless other starry-eyed actresses who would otherwise be chewed up and spit out by the Hollywood machine without you?” With a finger under her chin, I tilted her head until we were eye to eye.
“If something were to happen with the firm, you could start again. You have me right here with you, by your side, ready to help in any way I can. I could even provide startup capital if you wanted to relaunch.” That was the wrong thing to say.
“I’m only trying to help,” I reminded her when her eyes went flat.
“I know. I know you are.” Straining upward, she kissed me, and I felt the love in that kiss. The same love I had basked in for three years. Love I had come to depend on, to require. What was the point of living without her?
She was my life, plain and simple, and now there was something she couldn’t tell me. Something that weighed on my mind as she drifted off to sleep in my arms.