Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
MARLOW
T his was wrong. And good. Amazing. His kisses were better than the night at the ball. They sent shivers down my spine and made my heart pound with a ferocity I had never known. This wasn’t the Spencer I knew from back home or the man I had gotten to know the last few weeks in the office. This was wild Spencer, completely uninhibited. His hands were everywhere at once, in my hair, on my back, my hips. Each touch was like electricity, setting my skin alight wherever he touched me.
“Spencer,” I tried again, but this time it came out as a moan rather than a protest. He seemed to take it as encouragement. His kisses grew fiercer, hungrier. The rational part of me knew we were making a big mistake. We were in the office for one. And I was pissed at him.
But I couldn’t stop. His teeth grazed my jaw as he slid his mouth to my neck. I groaned, my fingers gripping his hair tighter. Whatever was happening between us, it was powerful, explosive even. Each touch from him caused a trail of fire on my skin that left me aching for more. His musky scent enveloped me. The smell of him, all man and overpowering, was something my senses reveled in. I liked this unhinged version of him.
I grabbed his tie, jerking it and nearly choking him. His hands quickly pushed mine away and loosened it before he jerked it over his head. It was my turn to attack his shirt. Two could play that game. I attempted to rip his shirt open like had done to me, but as it turned out, it wasn’t as easy as it looked.
“I guess I need to teach you some of my tricks,” he said with a smirk. He tried to help, but his hands were shaking, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. We both laughed, the tension in the room diffusing for a moment. But then the last button was undone, and our laughter faded.
His chest was bare. I could see the rise and fall as he breathed heavily. My fingers traced over each ripple of his muscle, making him suck in a ragged breath. His eyes bored into mine, full of longing and lust, mirroring exactly what I felt.
I pushed his shirt down his arms before I opened my mouth wide and went after his chest. I groaned at the taste of him. I inhaled the natural masculine scent and cologne. His hands were on my hips, fingers digging into the skin in response to my bold move. He tasted salty and warm, real and heady.
“Marlow.” He sighed my name like a plea.
I simply hummed against his skin, lost in the sensation of him under my lips. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling every sculpted muscle and dip. I could feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest as I ran my tongue up from his sternum to his collarbone, making him shudder beneath me.
Suddenly he grabbed my chin, tilting it upward as he swooped down again, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that left me breathless. His hands slipped behind my back, pulling me closer against his heated body. I could feel every inch of him. It made my head spin. He was so strong, so solid—I felt protected and yet exhilarated, like I was on the edge of a cliff and any moment could send me plunging.
His kisses moved down the column of my throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. The touch of his mouth against my skin made me gasp. Who knew a man’s stubble could be such a turn-on? I arched involuntarily into his touch, pushing my chest against his. He let out a low growl that vibrated against my skin, sending a shock of desire straight to my core.
“Spencer.” The word was barely a breath, whispered into the silence. His fingers traced patterns on my back, igniting sparks wherever they touched. I felt his lips curve into a smile against my skin.
“Yeah?” he rasped as he moved lower, his hands exploring with gentle yet firm pressure.
I tried to form words, but I found it impossible. The feeling of him against me, his hot breath on my skin, the look in his eyes. It was all too much. I was dizzy with desire. The swing from wanting to hurl heavy paperweights at him to wanting him to fuck me right then and there left me reeling.
He didn’t wait for me to answer. He flicked open the button of my jeans and jerked the zipper of my jeans down. A second later, he was pushing them down my hips along with my thong. My boots stopped the progression of my pants.
“Fuck,” he hissed angrily and dropped to his knees in front of me.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. His face was right there. Face to face with the part of me that was wet and throbbing. At first, it appeared he didn’t notice. But I felt the moment he did. A low growl escaped his throat.
“Shit, Marlow,” he muttered, his voice heavy and filled with desire. His hands were on my calves, unzipping my boots in such a hurry that it was almost comical. It would have been if the situation hadn’t been so charged.
I watched him, breath hitching as he tugged off one boot and then the other. My jeans and thong followed, discarded onto the office floor without a second glance. He looked up at me from his kneeling position, his eyes darkened with lust. He kissed me once right in the spot that was overheating. I cried out, nearly falling back. He quickly got to his feet, his lips crashing against mine.
I reached for his pants, jerking him by the belt closer. It took less than a few seconds for me to get it undone. With shaking fingers, I managed to unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. I groaned when my knuckles brushed over his hard length straining against his tight briefs. I felt ravenous. I wanted this more than anything in the world in that moment.
All thoughts of our argument were gone. All I could think about was him inside me. That was what I needed. My entire body was shaking with need as I pushed his pants down his hips. My hand slipped under the waistband of his briefs and wrapped around his heavy cock. He jerked while I moaned at the contact. My hand wrapped around him, feeling the power in my touch.
“Marlow,” he gasped as I touched him, his eyes wild with lust. He reached out, gripping my waist and pushing me backward until the back of my thighs connected with my desk. He lifted me a couple of inches and dropped my bare ass on my desk, then stepped between my parted knees. His hands skimmed over my thighs and moved to the inside. I held my breath, anticipating the contact. His fingers brushed lightly over the sensitive skin there, making me shiver with anticipation. His eyes locked onto mine and I saw a glint of something. Was it teasing? Taunting?
He ran the tip of his finger across my folds. I gasped, clinging onto his broad shoulders for support as he continued his slow, torturous exploration. I could see the smirk playing around his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. The evil bastard.
“Spencer.” My voice sounded foreign even to my own ears as I fought against the waves of pleasure that threatened to drown me.
“Shh, Marlow,” he murmured against my cheek, his breath hot and heavy on my skin. His fingers continued their relentless teasing, gliding over my sensitive flesh with an agonizing slowness that had me writhing beneath him. He bent down to capture my lips in a kiss that was all fire and need. His tongue found mine, a silent command that I instantly obeyed as I opened my mouth and took him in. His taste was intoxicating, his scent ridiculously addictive. Our tongues dueled, competing to get into the other’s mouth.
I let out a whimper when he finally slipped a finger inside me, my muscles clamping around him as if desperate to hold him there. I arched into him, seeking more of the delicious contact. He obliged readily, adding another finger and pushing deeper into me.
His mouth left mine to blaze a trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make me squirm. His free hand found my breast, cupping it through the fabric of my bra. His fingers slid under the material, finding the peak of my breast and rolling it between his fingers. I moaned, my back arching in response to the jolts of pleasure flowing through me.
His fingers pushed inside me, in and out. A coil felt like it was tightening inside me, ready to snap at any moment. His thumb found my clit and began to rub in small circles, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I clutched onto him, my nails digging into his back through his shirt.
His mouth sucked at my exposed throat, leaving marks that I was sure would be visible tomorrow. But I didn’t care about that now. All I cared about was the pleasure coursing through my body.
“Spencer,” I whimpered, voice rough and desperate. His fingers moved faster inside me, his thumb pressing harder onto the sensitive bundle of nerves that was driving me crazy.
“I know,” he breathed, his voice a rough, husky sound that only served to fan the flames of desire raging within me. “I feel it too, Marlow.”
“Now,” I demanded, reaching for his cock and pulling him toward me. “Right now!”
He stepped closer, one hand braced on the desk beside me while the other guided his length toward where I was wet and wanting. He pushed inside me and I gasped, clutching the edge of the desk. He groaned, his head falling onto my shoulder as he began to move. The rhythm was slow, torturously so, but it was exactly what we both needed.
His hands moved from the desk to my body, gripping my waist before skimming up to cup my breasts. I arched against him, driving him deeper and causing us both to moan out loud. His fingers found my nipples through the fabric of my bra and pinched lightly, causing jolts of pleasure that only amplified the sensations.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he confessed, hot breath bathing my ear in a whisper. “About you, beneath me, about touching you like this.” His voice was an intoxicating mix of raw need and genuine intimacy that sent tingles down my spine. He continued to move in a rhythm that had my heart racing and my body convulsing with pleasure.
“Spencer,” I gasped again, wanting to express all the feelings crushing me at once. But words failed me. They seemed too small, too trivial.
He responded by capturing my lips again, kissing me hard and drawing out sounds from depths I didn’t know existed within me. His tongue invaded my mouth with his cock invading me in the same rhythm. We were both heading for the precipice. I grabbed him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I held on for dear life. The climax was so close. I could feel both of us on the edge.
And then it hit.
My body convulsed around him, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. I clung onto him for support. He groaned into my mouth, his own release following mine soon after. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he rode out the last of his orgasm.
We stayed like that, both of us panting and gasping for breath as we recovered from the intensity of our climax. His lips found mine again. This time the kiss was softer, languid in its sweetness. He pulled back, a look of contentment on his face before he closed his eyes and rested his head against mine with his cock still twitching inside me.
Holy shit.