Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

This is the weirdest thing. My body already knows what to do.

“That’s it, angel,” he whispers. “Ride my fingers.”

I pant and my legs clamp shut at once, but Spencer continues to circle… and circle, and… oh my fucking God.

He pulls his fingers out, and I blink rapidly.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, lifting my head from the pillow.

“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.” He smiles and throws me a sexy wink.

I pant wildly, and my head flops back to the bed with a thud.

That wink is the Devil at work, I swear. It could talk me into anything.

“Keep your eyes on my face,” he instructs as he hops out of his pants.

When he pulls down his briefs, my eyes widen in horror.

“You’re an appalling liar, Spencer Jones. That is not the smallest dick in the world.” I gasp. “That’s the biggest.”

His dick is large and hangs heavily between his legs. It’s dark pink and engorged with thick veins running down the length of it.

Good God.

Heaven help me. It looks scary… and hungry.

“I told you not to look there.” He smirks. He digs in the pocket of his trousers and takes out three cond

oms, placing them on the side table.

Oh my God, oh my God…

He pushes me back down on the mattress, and then he kisses my breasts, my stomach, travelling lower and lower until I find myself cringing.

“No, Spence,” I whisper, placing my hands on the back of his head.

“What?” He looks up.

I shake my head. “Not that. Not tonight.” God, that’s just too intimate. I can’t stand the thought of it.

His face falls and I can see his disappointment, I internally kick myself. Damn it, …why did I say that?

“Okay, baby,” he whispers softly.

“I… I’m sorry.” I put my hand over my face.

“Don’t be sorry.” He crawls back up to lie beside me, smiling as he leans onto his elbow and looks down on me.

I run my fingers through his stubble and stare up at him.

“You’re staring,” I whisper.

“I know.” He leans down and kisses me. “You make me nervous, Charlotte.” He takes my hand and puts it over his heart where a hard, heavy thumping beats beneath my palm.

My eyes search his. “Why would you be nervous?”

“They were right. You are completely out of my league.”