23. Then the Fireworks Ignite
23
Then the Fireworks Ignite
N icole’s apartment was everything Spencer imagined it would be. Like her office, it was sterile. Clean, pristine, and devoid of her personality. It was a replicate of the outer shell she presented herself as to the world. Cold, detached, unemotional.
Her home should have been her space. The one place she could be herself. Her apartment felt like an imposter. A stranger lived here, not her.
“Do you not decorate or something?”
“You sound like my daughter. When I moved in, I didn’t expect to stay here long. I never expect to stay in one place long, so I avoid making them my own.”
“I hope you make this one yours.” A simple statement on the surface, but his words held a deeper meaning. He didn’t just want her to stay here, he wanted her to stay in town. For as long as possible.
It was wrong to feel this way, but he couldn’t stop himself. Every time he was with Nicole, he felt a pull toward her. It was something he’d never felt before. It was intense, and Spencer knew it wasn’t one-sided. Every time things got too personal, Nicole would try to free herself from falling deeper into their connection.
The more they tried to fight it, the harder the current fought back.
“What are your plans once your business takes off?”
“I’m not sure,” Nicole confessed, placing the box of cameras on the kitchen island. “I never went to school to be a business owner. Sometimes I feel out of my depth. A different kind of fraud than the one I already am.”
“Then why do it?”
“I’ve watched Maya take a leap of faith with her play and I wanted to take one of my own and make her as proud as she has made me. If I fail, at least I won’t look back on this and wonder what if. Does that make sense?”
“More than you know.”
Nicole wouldn’t know what he meant by that. Spencer only revealed one side of himself to her. His cover. A millionaire who lived in an overpriced penthouse, not the struggling paycheck to paycheck private eye. He hated keeping those authentic parts of himself from her, but it was necessary.
If she found out the truth, it would put a swift end to his job when he hadn’t yet decided if he would finish it or not. Not to mention it would put an end to their developing connection. Another reason no relationship could happen between them.
Spencer was lying to Nicole about who he was and why he came into her life. It was the same thing Nicole had done in another life to her marks. If she discovered the truth about him, would she feel the same betrayal and anger they must have?
“So, where do you want the cameras installed?” Spencer asked, breaking the silence.
“Nothing too intrusive. A camera facing the outside of the door and one pointing to the living room.”
“I can do that. ”
Spencer packed away his guilt and unpacked the cameras from Nicole’s box. The idea of doing this was born from Spencer’s guilty conscience, but giving Nicole some control back over her life was far from a bad thing. A selfish motive could still generate a stabilizing influence.
In the living room, Spencer stood on her step-stool and started working. Nicole sat on a barstool by her kitchen island, alternating between watching him and checking her emails. “Don’t feel obligated to watch me. I know I’m not putting on a entertaining show here.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I’m not exactly built to the gills, nor am I flexing what little muscles I do have by wearing a tank top or going shirtless. This is a pretty boring view compared to what you could be getting.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
Spencer glanced over his shoulder and caught her eye. “Really?”
“Really. I’ve never been the type to stand on my porch and offer the construction guys across the street lemonade just to get a peek at them. That has never done anything for me.”
“Muscular men?”
“Men I don’t know. Strangers. You could look like Denzel, but if I don’t know you, I’m not giving you a second glance.”
“Nicole, I think you may be—”
“Demisexual?” she asked, finishing his sentence. “My daughter told me the same thing. She explained it as not experiencing sexual attraction to someone unless you have an emotional connection to them first. It kinda just sounded like common sense to me, but whatever.”
If Spencer could get Nicole to talk to Lawrence, he would give her a dissertation on asexuality. “So do you think you are demisexual?”
“How Maya described it? Yeah. I didn’t enjoy sex until I met Kyle. I formed an emotional bond with him before we ever did anything, and it made me view sex differently.”
Unless Spencer was missing someone, Kyle was the last guy Nicole had a real romantic relationship with. All her relationships since were fake on her part, a set-up for her con. Had she not been attracted to anyone in years?
“What made Kyle different for you?”
“It sounds so bare minimum now, but he paid attention to me. For a foster kid no one wanted to be friends with and no one wanted to parent. He didn’t see me like the others did. He made me feel normal and seen. I wasn’t the rebellious, pick-pocketing orphan. I was just Nicole, the wise-cracking ball-busting know-it-all, and he loved me for it. Until he didn’t.”
“That was his loss.”
“You don’t—”
“Don’t what? Tell the truth? Because that’s the truth. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
“Now you’re really lying. Spencer, I was a con artist. No one would ever want to be with me if they knew about my past. I’m too flawed and difficult to have someone love me again, and that’s nobody’s fault but my own.”
Spencer placed the drill down, his attention on her. “We all have our flaws. I’m a man with a lot of growing up left to do. My parents often put their careers before their kids. My sister likes to escape her problems by drinking, not caring how it affects the people who love her. You can’t beat yourself up for your mistakes when everyone out there is making their own. None of us are perfect. We are human. And I’m sure someone will be happy with the real you, flaws and all.”
She didn’t look convinced. “Even if they get to know the real me, there’s a good chance they won’t stay.”
“If someone is afraid to get close to you, because they think you’re going to hurt them, they weren’t ready for a relationship in the first place.”
“Are you speaking from experience?”
“I wish I was. I’ve never had a real, meaningful relationship before. All the women and men I’ve been with were the same. We would hang out, fool around, and the moment anything got close to being serious, I would end it. Because I wasn’t ready.”
“Are you now?”
Spencer thought about Nessa and the commitment he was making to her. To not be an absentee uncle who dropped into her life when it was convenient. Instead, being an involved figure who was there to raise her and be there for her when she had no one else. It was the biggest commitment he had made to another person. It was also the greatest choice he ever made.
“For the right person?” he paused, making sure Nicole heard him loud and clear. “I’ll make sure I’m ready.”
She blinked slowly, her expression kept unreadable. She didn’t say a word, her eyes speaking enough.
“But for the record, I’m not afraid of your flaws, or that you used to be a con artist. Or else I wouldn’t be here. If it were me, I wouldn’t care. I would love you just the same.”
Her doorbell blared through their moment. Nicole picked her mouth up and went to the door. “Maya, what are you doing here?”
“I thought I would stop by and treat you to a dinner.” The woman, who looked like a slightly younger version of Nicole, walked in. Her voice stopping when her eyes landed on Spencer. “Oh. I didn’t realize you hired someone to install cameras for you.”
“I didn’t. Maya, this is Aiden Spencer. The client I’m working with that I told you about. He offered to do me this favor.”
Spencer stepped off the step-stool and returned the woman’s handshake. “Nice to put a face to the name. You’ve come up a lot in our conversations. ”
“Interesting. You know what else is interesting? My mom avoids talking about you whenever I bring your name up. Which is more often than you think. I have to pry information out of her and even then it’s vague and surface level. I wonder why that is.”
“She probably thinks I’m not worth mentioning.”
“No, it’s definitely not that.” Maya smirked, shooting her mother a quick look. “Anyway, I’m sorry for interrupting. If I had known you were here, I would have avoided the premises. Not that I didn’t want to meet you, I very much did. I just know my mom doesn’t get a lot of time to enjoy another person’s company.”
Nicole elbowed her daughter’s arm. “That’s not true.”
“Yes, it is. But I’m happy you’re branching out. You need it.”
The loudest blush appeared on Nicole’s cheeks then. Spencer tried to avoid looking to lighten her embarrassment, but the blush made him smile. It was adorable to see this strong, often unaffected woman sport it. A reflection of how much power his presence had over her.
“If you’re done embarrassing me, Maya, Spencer needs to finish.”
“Alright. I’ll get out of here. Raincheck on the dinner?”
“Of course.”
Maya kissed her mom’s cheek, then looked back at Spencer. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll still be around to join us.”
“I hope so.”
Spencer watched Maya leave, the door closing behind her. Nicole started saying, “I’m sorry about her,” before the sound of his drill took over again.
“Don’t be. I like her.”
“Hopefully not too much. She has a girlfriend,” Nicole joked, but Spencer knew a warning when he heard one.
“Relax, Nicole. I don’t date people younger than me.”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t… Why?”
“Because there’s plenty of women and men who are my age or older that are attractive and available. I’m not going to try to convince a young woman or man who’s still figuring themselves out that a relationship with an adult is what’s best for them.”
Nicole glanced to the floor sparing a “Good to know,” before sitting down and resumed typing on her laptop again.
She let him finish his work in peace. Occasionally, Spencer would feel her eyes on him. He would turn and catch her as she looked down again. He smirked to himself, wondering if she knew he was doing the same to her.
* * *
After Spencer was done installing the cameras, he and Nicole ordered a pizza from a local joint. It was nothing fancy, but it was the best pizza and company he ever had. The conversation was pleasant, discussing their kids and their lives. Nicole seemed as invested in his family as Spencer was in hearing about her and Maya.
“Tell me. Do you miss the con artist life?” he asked, holding the car door open for her. Their next stop was to her office, where he would install another two cameras for her.
“I miss knowing I was good at something. I was a good con, and that felt good and rewarding. Until I saw how it made me not a good mother. So, no, I don’t miss the lifestyle. I’m glad it’s over. If I’m going to be a better person and mom, I needed to rid myself of it completely.”
“I can respect that.”
“Do you miss your life as a bachelor?”
Spencer snorted at the question. “No. I don’t.”
“Why not? Too demanding having to remember all their names?”
He bit his lip, glancing at her for a second before pulling onto the road. “I like where I am in my life now. I like who I surround myself with. I wouldn’t trade where I am now for anything.”
Nicole didn’t respond. Spencer wondered if she understood he was referring to her. The woman who had taken over his mind since the day he met her. The woman he couldn’t stop crossing lines with, no matter how hard he tried.
They didn’t speak again until they arrived at her office just before 6 p.m.. Her assistant, Reggie, was off, so it was just them. “Where do you want me to install these?”
He held the cameras as she pointed to the lobby’s ceiling. “There and outside the front door again.”
“Got a step-stool?”
“Have a chair,” she chuckled, bringing him a metal folding chair.
Spencer stepped on and started working. “I’ll get this done faster if you aren’t watching me.”
“Are you saying I’m a distracting presence?”
“Very.”
A shy smile took over her lips, like she took his comment exactly how Spencer wanted her to. “Alright. I’ll give you your space. Call out if you need me.”
Spencer focused on the camera. In all honesty, he wanted to delay the installations as much as he could. His heart didn’t have the inclination to leave Nicole, while his head knew better. Spencer had been a PI long enough to know falling for a mark was a bad idea. If only his heart could have gotten that message.
It took an hour for him to finish. Afterwards, he wandered into the hallway between the conference room and Nicole’s office. Both doors were open. In one was a crowded desk, an empty chair, and a desktop computer.
In the other room was the conference table. A body in one chair. Nicole, with her head laid back and her eyes closed. Not a witness to Spencer’s contemplation .
The rooms offered two paths. One where Spencer could betray Nicole’s trust by going through her computer until he found something to give to William. The other allowed him to keep his conscience and remain a friend to Nicole.
The first option was the easiest path. It would take no effort. Spencer could walk into the office, pull up a chair, and start clicking around. It would end the case, stabilize his agency, make it easier to give Nessa the things a good parent should provide.
But did it matter if Spencer got those things by not being a good person? What kind of example was he setting for Nessa if he took money from a man like William? He was dirty, and so was his money.
The Shaw men before him never would have been on William’s payroll. When money wasn’t coming in, they never lowered the standards they held for a client. The Shaws didn’t work for just anyone. They helped those who deserved it. Spencer could hear his father’s and grandfather’s voices tell him William wasn’t deserving.
Tossing away thousands in the name of morals didn’t seem wise, but neither did tossing away the trust of a woman Spencer was already too attached to. He didn’t want to become another name on the list of people who betrayed Nicole. He couldn’t live with disappointing her, or himself.
Spencer’s choice was made. It was a decision, decided with his heart instead of his head. A first time for everything.
He walked into the conference room and stood next to Nicole’s chair. Her legs stretched out into the chair across from her. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed, a small smile resting on her face.
“You alright, Nicole?”
Her head rose, her eyes blinking rapidly. “Yeah. Just resting my eyes.”
“You can rest them a minute longer. We don’t have to leave yet.”
He took her heels off the seat they were in and sat down, pulling them into his lap. Her eyes opened fully. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
“Like you’re about to take off my heels.”
“So let me.”
Nicole’s legs stiffened, and then relaxed. Spencer’s hands slid up her calves, feeling the soft skin beneath his touch. How did he last this long in her orbit and resist touching her like this?
Simple black velvet pumps rested on her feet. He slid his hands down her ankles, his thumb brushing the inside. A breathy sound slipped from Nicole’s lips. Spencer glanced up at her face, finding her eyes closed.
She took a small gulp. “Not to kink shame, but you don’t have a foot fetish, do you?”
“No. I just like helping you.”
Spencer undid the strap holding her shoe in place and pulled the heel off. He placed it on the ground and then switched to the other leg. She sighed when the shoes were both off, maybe thinking Spencer was done. He was just starting.
He pressed his thumbs into the ball of her foot, working the muscle. Her face melted at the touch. He could tell it had been a long time since she’d been taken care of like this. If ever.
“I caught a lucky break meeting you. You spent all afternoon working at my request, now you’re doing this. What’s next, a shoulder rub?”
“I could. If you want.”
“This. What you’re doing right now. It’s good. Don’t stop.”
He pressed deeper into her skin, her foot rolling in his grip. The more Nicole relaxed, the harder she gripped his hands. She didn’t want his touch to leave her. The feeling was mutual.
“You know, for most men, they only do foot rubs for their partners and after sex. ”
Spencer read in between the lines. Nicole was neither his girlfriend nor have they had sex. Each time he did something for her, she expected for him to ask for something in return. Would she believe him if he told her he just wanted her to be happy?
“I’m not like most men.”
“I know you’re not. You keep proving it to me. But you have your needs too, don’t you?”
A quiet moan slipped past her lips, and Spencer’s body reacted to it accordingly. He kept his face neutral, his hands still working at her feet. He needed a distraction. Something else to think about. Anything.
“They’re not as important as yours.”
“I beg to differ.” Nicole’s toes curled, her heels pressing into his lap. One foot rubbing back and forth against the bulge in his pants.
Spencer’s eyes fluttered closed. He bit down on his lip. “Nicole,” he warned.
“You can stop, if you want.”
“Is that what you want?” he groaned, his cock straining against his zipper as she kept kneading him.
“It’s not.”
His fingers dug into her skin. Spencer could give Nicole what she needed while controlling himself. He kneaded the bottom of her foot, her breath hitching in response.
His hands focused on Nicole’s feet while his eyes honed in on her features. Like her lips disappearing as she wetted them. Or the way her chest heaved as her breathing sped up. Every part of her called out to him, his body begging for him to answer.
Then came the panting, the small moans of pleasure. He imagined the sounds escaping her throat as she rode him. Her walls tightening around him as she reached her climax. Her wetness against his palm as he fingered her, her juices coating his fingers before he sucked her release off.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
“No idea what you’re talking about.” She didn’t even try to hide the smirk.
He moved his hands up, settling on her lower leg, repeating his kneading from before. As expected, it produced the same moans and hitching of breath as his hands rose higher up her leg. She leaned forward, her eyes still shut as she rubbed her right shoulder.
Spencer knew what this was. Nicole was teasing him, seeing if he was going to make a move on her. It was an unspoken game they were playing, of which one would break first. The effect Nicole was having on him was unlike anything he experienced before, but he wouldn’t give in that easily. She was a worthy opponent, but he could be too.
Lifting her leg to his mouth, Spencer dotted kisses from her ankle to her knee, right where her dress cut off. “Spencer,” she breathed.
“You started it,” he said, moving his lips along the edge of her dress, bunching it up in his hand.
Her foot slipped out of his hand, her body shifting toward him. He took the opening, leaning into her neck, kissing her soft skin. “Are you going to end this or am I going to have to?”
Finally, Nicole opened her eyes, meeting his. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and panted. Slow intakes of air leaving her mouth as she watched him watch her. His restraint was weakening by the second, the bulge in his pants growing thicker.
Nicole didn’t take her eyes off him. She didn’t move either. She remained perfectly still, except for the rise and fall of her chest. At the edge of her lips were two crinkles. A closer look at them revealed they were a shadow of a smirk, a step away from the real thing. Her panting was all for fucking show.
He fell for her trap.
Spencer grabbed her waist, hitching her up onto the conference table. Her legs locked onto his hips. “You’re driving me crazy with those sounds you’re making. Worse yet, you knew they would.”
“You’re right. What I don’t know is what you’re going to do about it.”
He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing in her air. Spencer wanted this more than he ever wanted something before, but he couldn’t let himself have her. He couldn’t. “I can’t…”
Nicole searched for answers in his eyes. “You can’t what? You can’t kiss me? Is that it? Because if that’s it, I won’t tell if you don’t,” she teased, running her nose along his jawline.
“Nicole, I mean it. I can’t…” He trailed off, not able to finish a sentence he didn’t know how to end. What could he say? I can’t kiss you because I’m lying to you? I can’t touch you because I worked for a man who’s out to get you? I can’t take you looking at me like that without wanting to finish inside you. I can’t… I can’t… I can’t.
Nicole’s eyes dimmed, her face falling as her gaze dropped. “I get it.” She unlocked her legs from his waist and gently pushed him back. She avoided meeting his eye. “It’s okay. It would have been a mistake.”
No, no, no, Spencer repeated in his head. The mistake would be to let Nicole go, to lose her before he ever had her. Spencer cupped her face, getting her to look at him. “You’re right. This will be a mistake, but I’ve tried resisting this. Tried denying the undeniable. When all I’ve wanted was to tell you, I’m yours. Nicole, I’m yours.”
He captured her lips. Tasting the strawberry lip balm he watched her reapply hours ago when she thought he wasn’t looking. Nicole responded instantly, her arms wrapping around his neck and bringing him closer. She was a damn good kisser. There were a lot of things about Nicole Taylor that surprised him, but that wasn’t one.
Their mouths moved against each other. The taste of Nicole’s lips making him crave her more. Spencer slipped his tongue inside, eliciting a low, needy moan from her throat .
He kissed her with every bit of passion inside of him. The same passion that had him dreaming about her every night since that night at the bar. The passion that had him fighting not to have her every day since.
Nicole kissed him harder, her lips sucking on his, her hands sliding through his hair. His tongue slipped between her lips again, her mouth opening wider to let him in. He leaned them back until Nicole was pinned between him and the table.
Her hands ran up and down his body. His hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer. He broke their kiss, his mouth attacking her neck as he sucked her skin. “Spencer, you’re going to give me a hickie,” she panted.
“And?”
“I’m 42 years old. I haven’t had a hickey since I was 18. How do I explain that?”
“I don’t know, but it sounds like you’re overdue,” he replied, catching her collarbone with his teeth and nibbling.
She groaned in his ear. The sound traveled straight to his groin. He moved his kisses down to her chest, his lips sucking and biting her skin. The marks were proof that he was here, a reminder of what they shared tonight.
Nicole’s long legs locked onto his backside again, pushing him closer to her body. And pushing her against his bulge. Before Spencer could become ashamed by how hard he already was, Nicole rocked her hips forward, pressing into him. The friction she was creating building a fire inside him. The need to be inside her was overwhelming.
“You’re the evilest woman I’ve ever met,” Spencer said, his breath hitching in his throat as she continued to move.
She chuckled, her head thrown back as she smiled. The sight would be forever ingrained in his mind. Her hair pushed up in the back, her skin a little flushed, her lips red and swollen. “You once called me a dream. What’s changed?”
“You rubbing against me like that when you know I don’t have a condom on me.”
Her grin grew wider. “I guess I am evil because I like the idea of you cumming in your pants without me so much as touching you.”
“Fuck you.”
“You first.”
He crashed his lips against hers again, their teeth knocking together. She was driving him insane. He could barely focus on kissing her, his brain was too busy registering the way she rubbed him, her thighs squeezing around him. The heat from her core was radiating through their clothes.
As much as Spencer loved the idea of her using him to get herself there, he needed some saying in the matter. She could use him to her own liking another night, when his head was clearer. Right now, all he wanted was to leave her completely undone from his tongue, driving deep into her until his name was the only thing left on her lips.
He broke free from the kiss, moving down Nicole’s body, pushing her dress up and out of his way. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, watching him as he slid his hand down her legs.
“Something that will leave you a shaking, incoherent mess.”
“I don’t… I haven’t…”
“Been eaten out in a while?”
“If give or take 20 years is a while.”
All the men she had gone to bed with in the name of her cons and not one of them offered to pleasure her? Spencer was starting to think they had the whole being scammed thing coming. His lips met her knee, leaving a wet line of kisses down her thigh. “Do I have your permission to remind you how good it can feel?”
Her gulp was audible. “You do. ”
Nicole lifted her hips up. Spencer hooked his thumbs under her panties and slid them down her legs, pocketing them for when they needed to be returned. His eyes never left her. Her arousal coated her sex, and Spencer felt himself get harder just from looking at her.
Now he was the one gulping. Spencer couldn’t remember the last time he did this. That’s how long it had been. What if he disappointed her? He built himself up as being a playboy in another life. But what if his skill set had rusted from being inactive?
Nicole placed her hand on his cheek. “What are you worried about?”
“It’s been a while for me too. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint me. You just being here, wanting this as much as I do, is enough for me.” She kissed his cheek, then laid back. “And if it helps, remember, I don’t get wet like this for just anyone. You’ve already gotten me halfway there. All you have to do is finish the job.”
A cocky grin spread across his lips. Spencer dipped his head and licked a path through her slit, ending his lick at her clit. Her sweet taste flooded his tongue while her moans flooded his ears, letting him know he was off to a good start.
He continued licking around the rim of her slit, circling it and then taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue against it. His hand traveled down the inside of her thigh, his thumb stroking over one of her folds. Nicole squirmed under his touch, her chest heaving.
One kiss along the inside of her thigh, and she shivered. Spencer would have her riding his mouth for relief in no time. He moved back to her core, teasing the opening with his fingers and tongue. Her thighs squeezed around his head.
Nicole moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the table. “Disappointing me when you can fuck me with your tongue like that? Never.”
“I aim to please. ”
“Please more.”
Spencer obeyed, feeling his cock swell further when his finger slipped inside her wet cunt. He pumped his digit in and out, keeping his eyes locked on her. The view of Nicole was one he would never forget.
He reveled in the sight and the feel of her breasts rising and falling. Her eyelashes fluttering from each of his flicks. Her legs twitching under his touch, and her nails digging into the table.
When she saw the scratches again, would she think of him and what they did? The memory causing her pussy to take on the rhythm of a heartbeat. Eating away at her until she needed to excuse herself to take care of it?
That’s what Spencer wanted. To give her the kind of pleasure that made her want more. That made her unable to walk, stand, sit without remembering him.
His cock was straining against his pants. He ignored the discomfort and continued pumping his finger in and out, adding another one when she was ready. Nicole’s hips moved up and down with them. His mouth was still teasing her clit, his tongue circling and flicking.
He needed her to come so he could have more of her to taste. It was a craving he needed satisfied fast. “Goddamn. You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Did you expect anything less?” Nicole asked, but it was no question.
“I would be surprised if you weren’t, to be honest.”
“Good boy. Now, stop talking. Unless you’re going to tell me to cum all over your tongue.”
“Cum on my tongue, Nicole.” He took all of her in his mouth, his tongue sweeping back and forth while he sucked on her clit like it was a popsicle waiting for the heat to melt it.
She gasped, either from his words or his mouth, or both. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off her. Not as the volume of her moans increased and her hands dug into his scalp as she fought to retain some control.
Nicole was growing as relentless as Spencer was, but she had just the trick to make them both go feral. She brought her legs around his head, her hips rocking against his mouth as she rode him. His finger and tongue continued their movements inside her. His mouth never stopping their attack on her clit.
Getting a show of Nicole riding him, her grinding her clit against his tongue, and her juices flooding his finger was more than enough for Spencer to almost cum in his pants like she wanted. Nicole was close too. Her grip was hard enough to bruise, her breathing erratic. All signs Spencer recognized well.
“Fuck! Open your mouth wide for me.”
He did as he was told, his tongue darting in and out of her. He opened his mouth wider, his eyes closing as her fingers pulled his head closer to her. Nicole’s walls clenched tight against his finger and tongue.
Spencer’s hand moved up to hold Nicole’s hips in place while his tongue kept her steady, letting her ride out her high. Every drop of her warm nectar hit his tongue. The first few drops he licked up.
The rest came out in a flood his tongue had to work to keep up with. But he did. Spencer didn’t want to let one drop get away from him. Just as he didn’t want to let Nicole get away from him.
When Spencer finished becoming acquainted with Nicole’s taste, he kissed his way up her body. Not stopping until he found her lips. She kissed the taste of herself off of him, grinning. “I can take care of you the way you took care of me.”
She nodded toward his crotch, which was pressing against her. Relief was calling for him, but Spencer couldn’t answer it. “It’s been a long time for me. If you wrap your mouth around my cock, I will lose control in a way that you will scare you off. As much as I would like to finish inside you, I can’t. Not now.”
He was afraid she would think he was pushing her away again, but her reaction was everything he needed it to be. “Nothing in your nature could scare me away. But I’ll bid my time and wait to prove that to you.”
Spencer wasn’t a praying man, but he hoped to God that Nicole kept that promise.