Chapter 30 - Spencer #2
Her moans intensify as she pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust—our bodies in perfect synchronicity. She gets wetter with every circle of my fingers, and I can feel her beginning to tighten around me. She’s close, so close, and I intend to give her the release she’s searching for.
“Come in me, please. Please I need you,” she begs, and her words arouse me even more as I pick up the pace.
“You first,” I whisper into her ear, my voice rough with desire.
Thrust after thrust, I drive deeper, until we both hit our threshold. Her cry of ecstasy sends me over the edge, and the sight of her pleasure triggers my own release. She coats my cock as I fill her, leaving us fully satisfied and coming down from our sexual high.
Pulling out, I clean up to get myself presentable as she smooths her dress down over her thighs. Coming up behind her, I kiss her neck, relishing the scent of her perfume mixed with the unmistakable smell of sex.
“We should get back out there.” Her nod of agreement comes with the smile I have come to love so much as a knock sounds on the door.
“Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but your dinner is ready to be served,” says the voice on the other side.
Her laughter is infectious as we make our way to the table, both trying and failing to look innocent, like we didn’t just ruthlessly fuck in the bathroom. Sitting across from each other with the lights twinkling all around us, the conversation flows as easily as the wine.
“I have to ask,” Andie says as they bring out the main course. “Do you always go this overboard for dates?”
I grin. “This? You haven’t seen me go overboard yet. But no, I don’t normally set up private dinners on a yacht for a date. This is only for women who matter. And you, Andie Harris, definitely matter.”
“Even though I’m only here temporarily?” Her smile falters slightly as she asks.
“About that . . . have you thought about what happens when your contract ends?”
“I try not to,” she admits, cutting into her meal. “I find it easier to just focus on the present.”
“That’s very different from my world,” I say. “For me everything is about long-term planning, always thinking about what’s next and the possible outcomes.”
“Must be nice having that kind of control over your future,” Andie muses. “I guess, with my job, you just learn to expect the unexpected. One minute everything’s fine, the next you’re dodging fists or in the middle of a code.”
“Is that what drew you to nursing? The unpredictability?”
She considers my words, but this time her answer is not what I was expecting.
“Actually, I don’t remember what drew me to nursing.
I remember really wanting to do it, and now I’m starting to look at other options in healthcare.
” Taking a sip of her wine, she sets the glass down before continuing.
“I actually love having control and having things planned out. That’s why some of this is so hard for me. ”
“What is?” I ask.
“You. You were the one thing I never saw coming, completely derailing my plans. Don’t get me wrong I’m glad you came along, but instead of being used to all the unknowns I find myself wanting more predictability—with you.”
Her words hold so much truth. She took all control out of my life, bringing a mystery of what’s to come, but each moment with her paints a clearer picture of my future, and every time she’s in it, right by my side.
But will that future come if she leaves the moment her contract is up?
I shouldn’t be planning a future that may never occur, it will only lead to pain.
As dinner ends, we move our time to the side of the yacht. She holds on to the rail looking out at the scenery, and it’s exquisite how the lights reflect off the waves, and the soft music from the boat has us lost in our own little world.
None of that compares to the smile that lights up her face every time she looks at me.
It’s like watching the rainbow that comes out after a storm—warm, bright, and full of life.
Nothing is as bright as the smile she has, but the fireworks show we enjoy from the deck of the boat is a close second.
Colors burst in the sky—blues, reds, and greens exploding above us in a dazzling display.
“This is amazing,” she says as we stare at the works of art shooting into the distance. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I cradle her in my embrace, wanting to show her how cherished she is. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper as I kiss her neck, causing that smile to grow even wider.
That smile is something I long for, her happiness and her finally seeing her worth. I want to ask about Cody, but I don’t dare touch that topic. I know I could never replace what Cody was for her, but I hope she always knows how truly loved and appreciated she is.
I have watched her put herself second without even thinking about it, like someone along the way taught her that’s where she belongs. She puts herself down in a joking way, like it’s a natural reaction. Even if it takes a lifetime, I will show her how truly incredible she is.
After docking, we walk along the pier. From riding the Ferris wheel to our long stroll on the waterfront, this adventure is one I don’t want to end.
I’ve never met a girl that enjoys the long strolls, others would normally complain that their feet were hurting them and request to leave.
Not Andie, she revels in it. Simply taking off her heels, she walks barefoot across the docks, caring more about her company than her comfort.
Her place is completely dark and empty when we make it back. Maddie is nowhere to be found. “Looks like it’s just me for now,” Andie says, flipping on the lights.
She must see the ideas forming in my mind because they get shut down real fast. “Don’t even think about it,” she warns, pointing a finger at me. “I have work tomorrow. So, you’re going home, and I am going to bed.”
She’s trying to shoo me out, but I can’t hide the grin that creeps onto my face.
“Thank you for a lovely evening, but I mean it, Mr. Tate. You have got to go. I can’t be kept up all night.” She’s holding her ground, so I’ll respect her wishes—for tonight, at least.
Hands up in mock surrender, I accept her request. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll go, but you better call me when you get off work tomorrow.” With a promise she will and one final kiss, I head towards the elevator, even though my brain and my heart are wanting to stay.