Chapter 30 - Spencer
Chapter Thirty - Spencer
Andie walking out of her room in the gown nearly stops my heart.
Her hair sways down her back in loose curls that bounce with every movement.
She’s so breathtaking, it’s like watching a transcending beauty in slow motion.
Restraining from wrapping my fingers through her hair to pull her in takes every ounce of my effort.
The dress fits her like a glove and I’m about to lose my damn mind.
Strategically positioning myself to hide the bulge that is starting to form in my pants, I watch this goddess approach me. Hugging her body in all the right spots, the gown accentuates the curves I’ve been dreaming about since the moment I met her.
The emerald dress makes her eyes pop like rare gemstones, hiding the small flecks of amber I normally see when I look into them.
I can’t help but stare in amazement at her beauty.
The long slits on both sides of the dress allow her legs to play peek-a-boo as she moves, leaving me dying to slide that front piece aside and take her right there in the middle of the room, audience be damned.
Part of me is tempted to take her back to my place—strip that dress off and not let the rest of the world see what’s mine. But she deserves to be shown off, to feel beautiful and desired. Tonight, I want everyone to see what an incredible woman I have on my arm.
I make my way to meet her as I catch her pulling that lower lip into her mouth and pushing back her hair.
She has this habit when she’s nervous, and I can see her cheeks turn a rosy pink as she looks at me.
That little gesture does things to me that should probably be illegal in at least forty-eight states.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us, Maddie?” I hear Andie ask over her shoulder. I’d love to be able to spend time with just Andie, but if she needs or wants Maddie there as a safety net, then I’ll take them both. Whatever keeps Andie comfortable and in my company.
“I’m sure,” Maddie says with a knowing smirk. “Don’t worry about me. Dylan and Matt are coming over to hang out while you two are gone. I’ll be fine.” She’s nearly pushing us out the door.
I’m sure she’s just trying to make sure Andie doesn’t back down from our date.
I glance over my shoulder at Maddie before we leave.
There is no doubt she recognizes my appreciation for staying behind, giving me this time with Andie.
With a wink, she confirms my suspicion that she made the move intentionally.
I bet I could convince Andie to come still, but I’m grateful for the assistance.
Andie’s hand fits perfectly in mine as I escort her to the car—like two puzzle pieces that were made to connect.
The drive is mostly silent, but we fill the time with sporadic glances and smiles at one another.
It’s refreshing to be with someone who can just enjoy my company without feeling the need to fill every second with chatter.
I love conversations, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes sitting and enjoying the silent company of one another is all I need.
Some women I’ve dated seem allergic to silence, like it’s a void that must be filled with words—any words—no matter how meaningless.
Not Andie. This rare woman is content simply being next to me.
I hold her hand as she looks out the window, taking in the city lights as we continue to drive.
Her profile in the dim light is something I could stare at for hours.
When we arrive at our destination, I can’t help but grin seeing her astonishment of the sights before us.
The lights from the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier reflect in her eyes like the brightest stars in the empty country sky.
“Spencer, this is beautiful, but I think I’m a little overdressed for this.
” She tugs at the dress, obviously out of her element in formal wear.
I can tell she thinks she belongs more in jeans and sneakers than in silk and heels.
If only she could see herself through my eyes—absolute perfection in everything she wears.
“I think you’re dressed perfectly for what I have planned.” I shift her so she can view our destination. Pointing to the private yacht I reserved for us and the look on her face is worth every penny.
We make our way to the boat, but you can tell the dress isn’t the only thing she’s not accustomed to, the grand gestures also appear to be foreign for her. Another thing that will need to be remedied. “Mr. Tate, please allow me to show you to your seats.” The attendant says with his hand out.
I take Andie’s hand to help her step onto the boat. Her eyes glance at her feet as she walks, making sure each foot is securely planted before taking the next step. A small chuckle escapes me as I watch her.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“Nothing . . . just watching you,” I say. My smile grows with every step she makes.
“How are you holdin’ up, Sweetheart?” I ask, squeezing her hand gently.
“Barely on these stilts, I’m just trying not to trip and embarrass myself.” Her giggle gives her eyes a shine I adore so much. I watch as her eyes form little crinkles in the corners.
“Seriously, Spencer, this is absolutely beautiful,” she says, taking in the boat with genuine wonder.
“I can’t believe you did all this, and in a day.
” There’s something different in her gaze as she looks at the setup.
When she turns back to me a sparkle of happiness, mixed with something I haven’t seen in a while—confidence, desire—is in her eyes.
“You deserve so much more than this,” I tell her, as I step closer to her, welcoming her touch as she slides her hands up my chest.
“Right now, I just want you.” Her sly smile has me grinning ear to ear. Without warning, she takes my hand, walking towards the restroom, a more secluded area. “Come with me.”
“Andie, what are you doing?” No response. “Andie? Sweetheart?” My tone teasing, but still nothing.
We barely make it into the restroom before she turns around trying to lock the door.
“Welp, I guess if the lock doesn’t work, we’ll just have to be careful,” she says, slowly stalking her way towards me.
I find myself speechless, unsure what she’s planning.
She pulls my face closer for a kiss. Her tongue sneaking into my mouth, deepening with every motion—it’s hungry, demanding, and she doesn’t want to let go.
“Andie, we should get back out there,” I murmur against her lips.
She isn’t stopping. It’s like she’s possessed and can’t keep her hands off me.
As her mouth claims mine, I feel her hand trace the outline of my rapidly hardening cock through my pants.
My body responds instantly, twitching with excitement from her touch, my self-control becoming severely impaired.
I have never been so grateful for slits on the sides of a dress. They give me easy access as I slide my hands up her thighs, just high enough to feel the straps of the lingerie I sent her.
“Touch me,” she whispers against my ear, her breath hot and teasing.
“Touch you?”
“Yes, touch me. If you don’t . . . I’ll have to do it myself. But then again, I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Andie, they might come looking for us,” I remind her, though my resolve is weakening by the second. She’s never been this bold in public before, and it’s driving me wild. I want to cave and give her what she wants, but I don’t want to risk her getting caught and being embarrassed.
“I don’t care. Please, Spencer, touch me.”
Those words of reaffirmation are all I need to slide my hand under the straps of her panties and dip two of my fingers into her. Her hips rise to push my fingers in deeper, like she’s begging for more. Curling my fingers, I begin to pump them inside her, and her soft moans fill the small space.
I place my other hand across her mouth to help silence her. "Not too loud, Sweetheart. We don’t need someone walking in before you finish, now do we?"
It quiets her moans, but they don’t disappear completely.
My cock gets harder from the sound of her pleasure.
The need to take her right here is becoming more than I can handle.
I’m stumbling back a few steps when her hands push me away.
She looks determined, filled with a craving that only I can satisfy.
With no time to react, she’s grabbing my belt and unclasping it, letting my cock spring free.
Her nails claw down my chest until she grips my hips while kneeling in front of me.
A devious grin that should come with a warning label on her beautiful face.
She has her tongue licking from the base to the tip of my cock.
She’s teasing me and clearly enjoying the reaction she’s getting.
With each twitch of my cock, I see that mischievous grin grow.
“Andie, you’re such a—” My words stop abruptly as she sinks my cock in her mouth all the way to the base. “Fuuuck, baby.”
The way she feverishly sucks has me losing my grip on reality. I grab the door frame for support with one hand while the other takes a fistful of her hair. My thrusts increase in power and speed each time she takes me deeper, the sounds of her enthusiasm making me ravenous for more.
I feel my release building, but this isn’t how I want to finish. I pull her off by her hair, quickly turning her to face the vanity before sliding her panties to one side and plunging my hardened length into her in one smooth stroke.
I’m rewarded with a small cry of pleasure. I’ve lost all control now and know with absolute certainty that there is no one else I want. One hand rests on the vanity while I wet my fingers of the other with my saliva before slipping past the fabric to roll the bud of her nipple between them.