35. Chapter 35
Chapter 35
Lis
W hen I wake in the morning, it’s to sun shining through the window, a dog sleeping on my feet—dropped off when we’d paused our marathon of sex for sustenance—and a man sleeping half on my body, our legs tangled together, arms wrapped around each other. I love the weight of him on me. Feeling his solidity, the fact that he’s there . Right where he should be. I shift out from under him and his arm tightens around me, holding me in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, mumbling into his pillow.
“The bathroom,” I tell him with a laugh.
“Hm. Okay. But kiss first.”
I chuckle, but press a soft kiss to his lips then pull his hoodie on and slip away to the bathroom. When I return, he’s lying, stretched out on his back, arms folded behind his head, watching for me. Cerberus snores away at the foot of the bed like he’d been kept awake all night. To be fair, he kind of had been.
Spencer watches me, his eyes devouring as I make my way to the bed.
I crawl back under the covers, snuggling into his heat and he holds me against him, stroking my back under his hoodie. It’s still early and we don’t have to be at work for a while. I would usually get up and go for a run, but today, I just want to wrap myself around him and stay there as long as I can.
He kisses me and my body heats. I want to fuck him right now. I want to climb over him and take him inside me until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
But he pulls away.
“Can I take you somewhere?”
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise. But I want to take you somewhere this morning.”
“We have time before work? I still need to take Cerberus home and get dressed.”
“Bring Cerberus to work. I can keep an eye on him while you’re busy.”
I roll my eyes. “And clothes?”
“You keep your work clothes at Blue Vista. So just grab one of my shirts and you’ll be fine.”
“You really like me wearing your clothes.”
“I really do. It’s like I have my name written all over you.” He kisses me again. “Let’s go.”
So we get up and gather what we need. Daze gave us dog food for Cerberus, so I bring that and we leave. We start along the Seawall but then turn and walk away from the water. We don’t speak as we walk, but I glance at Spencer a few times, wondering what we’re doing and where we’re going. It only takes us ten minutes before we stop at a familiar building.
“What’s this? Are we here for another showing?” It’s the building with the first place we’d looked at together. Seems like so long ago that we’d looked at it.
“Not exactly.”
He lets us in and we ride the elevator up to the tenth floor where he unlocks a door and leads me and Cerberus inside.
It’s empty except for a few boxes in the kitchen. He moves into it and points to the coffee maker.
“I can make you a cup of coffee. But it’ll have to be black. I have no cream or sugar.”
I look around the apartment. “Is this… yours?”
“Yeah. I got it a couple days ago.”
“You bought a condo? And didn’t tell anyone?”
“Vic knows. But yeah. I didn’t tell anyone else. I got a short closing, so it’s only been a couple weeks.”
I turn away from the windows that had drawn my attention and find him standing in the kitchen.
“This is amazing, Spencer. I’m so happy for you.” I go to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “This is where you were the other night. Vic said you didn’t come home.”
He nods. “I’ve ordered some furniture, but there are a few things I’d love your input on. Like pots and pans. Knives. That kind of thing. Maybe we can go shopping next week?”
My smile widens. “I’d love that.”
He kisses me, drawing me tighter against him. And my mind swirls. He bought a place. He’d told me, ages ago, that his dream was to have a wife and kids. And buying a place is the first step in that dream. Suddenly, I’m more nervous about how long it’s taken me to get here. I want to be the wife of that dream. I want to be the mother of those kids.
Daze was right. I have fallen in love with this man. I just needed to admit it to myself. And now that I have, I need to admit it to him. It’s already waited long enough.
“I love you, Spencer,” I whisper, but I find I’m not nervous about saying it. I’ve never felt more sure of something in my life.
He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against mine. “You have no idea how many times I’ve almost said that to you.”
“Really?”
He opens his eyes, searching mine.
“Did you know, the night we met, I saw you and I didn’t see your sister? Have you ever wondered why that was? Because I have. For the past four months, I’ve been trying to figure it out. You’re identical twins. If it was just looks, I should have been attracted to you both. But I only saw you, Lis. You’re the only one I’ve seen since that night. You’re the only one I want to see.”
I pull his head down to me, fusing our lips together. My body presses tight against him. He breaks the kiss to begin a trail along my jaw to the spot beneath my ear.
I groan. “You have no idea how mad I am that there’s no furniture in here.”
He chuckles against my skin sending shivers through me. “There’s a counter right there, firecracker.”
“I can’t have sex in the kitchen,” I say, aghast.
His laugh is louder this time. He pulls back, looking down at me. “Don’t tell me the chef has never had sex in a kitchen before.”
“Of course not. I am a professional.”
He gives me a sly grin. “That doesn’t mean anything particularly relevant. We’re going to have to christen this kitchen first, then. Though I warn you, I fully intend on fucking you in every room in this place.” He pulls me against him again, pressing his hard cock into my belly so I know exactly how much he wants me. “As well as my office at Blue Vista. And your office. And your kitchen.” He kisses my neck, making my head drop to the side to give him more access. His hands find the hem of the hoodie. “Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about stripping this from your body?”
“Since the first morning back in April?” I guess, my voice breathy. “I mean, that explains why you kept insisting I wear it.”
“Got it in one, firecracker.” Then he skims his fingers underneath the sweater, lifting it slowly up and over my head. “Like unwrapping the best gift ever,” he says before his head drops and his lips fasten around one of my already hard nipples.
His arms press me to him, travelling down my bare back and pushing the skirt and underwear down my legs, letting them fall to the floor. Then his arms tighten around my ass, lifting me up.
I squeak and grab his shoulders, but he doesn’t falter as he sets me on the counter. I make another squeaking sound as my skin touches the cold surface. He’s laughing at me as his lips find mine again. I bite his lip in retaliation, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t the punishment I want it to be.
“Hang on a minute,” I say. “Why am I undressed and you’re still fully clothed?”
“Noticed that, did you?” he says with a grin.
He’s wearing work clothes, so there are buttons on this shirt and I start at the top, undoing them, letting my fingers brush his skin as I work my way down.
“You’re taking too long,” he says, his voice husky.
“Do you want me to rip it open? Because that might be a little awkward when we get to work later.”
He stops my hands and just pulls the shirt over his head, dropping it to join my clothes on the floor. He finishes the movement with his hands at his fly, pushing his pants down and letting his cock out to play. I reach between us, circling the velvety length with my fingers, stroking lightly from base to tip.
“As much as I love your hands on me, firecracker, I need to eat that pussy. This is the kitchen, after all.”
My laughter changes to a gasp as he drops to his knees, spreads my legs wide, and drags his hot tongue along my slit.
My fingers thread through his hair as I try to pull him closer. The kitchen fades from my sight as my world narrows to his mouth and his tongue sucking and licking on my swollen flesh. I shift closer to the edge of the counter, giving him room to work as his tongue finds my clit and two fingers delve inside. I moan, my head dropping back.
“Spencer. I need more. Faster.”
He doesn’t respond with words, just takes the request and starts moving his fingers faster in and out of me, sucking my clit between his lips making me jolt with the feeling. I’m trembling with need, rocking my body against his face, climbing higher and higher as his tongue laps against me. He finds the exact right spot, and the exact right rhythm, and my fingers tighten in his hair.
“There. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
I barely get the words out before the orgasm begins, tightening my body, shattering my soul. I haven’t stopped shuddering my release when he removes his fingers from my pussy and stands, sliding me off the counter and onto his hard, eager cock. I sigh as he fills me, my muscles quivering around him.
“Lis,” he groans in my ear. “You feel amazing. Your pussy is so hot and tight.”
Plastered against him, my arms around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist, I laugh. “Well, are you just going to stand there or are we going to fuck?”
He presses me back against the counter, the edge of it biting into my ass, but then he thrusts into me again and I lose all ability to think of anything other than his dick stroking deep inside me. I cling to his shoulders, my fingers digging in as he drives into me.
“Tell me again, Lis,” Spencer says, his thrusts hard and deep. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Spencer.” The words come out on a sob as the pleasure builds and builds. “I love you. I need you.”
My words devolve into moans and his mouth comes down on mine, devouring. I taste myself on his lips as my tongue meets his. The friction of our bodies touching has me on fire. Our mouths fused, my nipples crushed against his chest, my legs tight around his hips which slam against mine. And at my core, his cock gliding in and out of my dripping pussy.
My body begins to tighten, pleasure ratcheting higher. Spencer pumps into me and my moans turn into a litany of his name over and over. I can’t think of anything other than the feeling of him, his body and his heat. And then I explode, my orgasm shuddering through me on a wave of ecstasy. I ride that wave and Spencer follows me with a groan and my name.
We cling together as we come down from the high of the orgasms, our breathing heavy.
“Okay,” I say, panting. “I can maybe get behind kitchen sex. But only if we sanitize after.”
Spencer laughs.
I blink my eyes open focusing on the window just beyond the kitchen.
“Can people see us?” I ask. The windows have blinds, but they’re rolled up, letting anyone see in if they want to.
“Let them,” Spencer says, his body still pressing me against the counter. “Let them see and be jealous.”
“We should get ready and go to work.”
He nods against my shoulder. “In a minute.”
He lifts me so I can sit on the counter again, smoothing my hair back and then finding a cloth in a drawer and cleaning me up before handing me my clothes back, including the hoodie which he slips over my head.
“I love you, Spencer,” I say as he pulls my hair from the collar of the shirt.
He grins at me. “I know.”
I smack him on his still naked shoulder. “You are not as cool as Han Solo.”
He clutches a hand over his heart. “I am far cooler than Han Solo.”
I pull him back toward me, holding him between my legs, wrapping my arms around him. “No one is as cool as Han Solo.”
We kiss for a long time until my brain reminds me that we should get to work. As I break the kiss and hop down to finish adjusting my clothes, Spencer grabs my hand.
“I love you, too, Lis. Possibly from the first moment I saw you.”
It suddenly occurs to me that I’ve probably loved him just as long. We could have had this, all this time.
“How many favours do I have saved up?” I ask.
He shrugs as he steps into his pants. “I honestly lost count a while ago.”
“Well, I want to cash them all in.”
He sends me a sly grin before pulling his shirt back over his head. “And what favour can I do for you, firecracker?”
“Forgive me. For being such an idiot for the last four months.” He pauses doing up his buttons to look at me. “I made us waste so much time.”
He takes my hands in his. “It wasn’t wasted time, firecracker. We got to know each other. We became friends. We set a solid foundation that we can build from. There’s nothing I would change about the last four months.” He shifts his head side-to-side. “Well, maybe making sure you read your contract carefully that first day. But other than that.”
“It’s not going to be weird that we work together?”
“No. It’s going to make everything better. Because now, I can kiss you whenever I want.”
“And if any more bridesmaids come on to you, you can tell them your girlfriend is downstairs in the kitchen.”
“I like the sound of that.”