Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

His eyes flicker with arousal. “I’ll be on my back in your bed waiting for you.” He grabs my behind with both hands and grinds me against his dick. His tongue dances through my open lips.

Oh, hell, the man can kiss.

“Okay.” I smile. “I’ll be quick.” I make my way out of the bathroom, turning back to him at the last moment. “What do I buy again?’

He smirks. “A bottle of lubricant and a few boxes of condoms.” He turns the shower off. “Take my card.”

“I think I’m good for it.”

He smiles and wraps a towel around his waist.

I hesitate for a moment, knowing this is probably a stupid question. “Are all condoms the same?”

His face softens, and he steps forward, wrapping me in his arms. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?”

I smile up at him. “Me not knowing anything about condoms is beautiful to you?”

“It is.” He kisses me. “And I need the large ones.”

I widen my eyes. “I knew it.”

He turns me around and slaps me on the behind. “Be quick.”

* * *

“So?” Beth smiles against her coffee cup. “Tell me everything.”

I exhale heavily and sip my coffee. “Oh, Beth.” I frown. “He’s beautiful.”

“I can see that.”

“Was it good? The sex, I mean.”

I wince a little. “Well, the first time…” I pause as I try to articulate my thoughts. “Honestly, it was kind of awkward.”

Her face falls.

“Not awkward—that’s the wrong word. He helped me through it. More like limped me through it, actually.”

“He didn’t come?” She gasps, horrified.

I glance around to the other people in the coffee shop and to the front door where Wyatt and Anthony are standing out on the street. “He came, but I know he was being super careful about what he said, and he did because he knew I was so nervous.”

“You told him it was your first time?” She frowns.

“No. God, no. He thinks I did it once before, but my inexperience was obvious. I hope I fooled him anyway.

“He was being sweet, gentle, making jokes and trying so hard to make me feel at ease.”

She smiles and takes my hand over the table. “Lottie, I’m so glad you waited for someone who actually took the time to read your body language.”

“Me, too.” I smile. “But I know what he’s like, and... I’m just not trying to let myself get inside my own head, you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we were in bed, I didn’t think about losing my virginity or him or… anything, really. I was just trying to get through it. It fucking hurt.” I widen my eyes. “A lot.”

“It must have. He isn’t packing heat, he’s packing the whole fucking oven.”