Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I hold her tight and I smile against her lips.

“What?” She smirks.

“You’re getting very good at that.”

“I have a good teacher.” She giggles as she kisses me again.

“Baby, we haven’t even started yet.” I pull out and roll onto my back, bringing her body over mine. I kiss her temple as we lay close. I can feel her heart still beating hard in her chest.

“What are you making me for dinner, Jones?” She looks up at me.

I run my hand down and over her ass. “Whatever room service is delivering.”

* * *

I sit at my desk and stare at the plans in front of me. It’s late in the afternoon and I’ve been hectic all day, taking endless meetings with clients.

My phone rings and the name Seb lights up the screen.

“Hi.” I smile and lean back in my chair.

“The mattress is in your room and waiting for the princess. Completely sex-stain free… for now.”

I chuckle. “Thanks, man, I owe you one.”

“And I may have fucked the sales assistant to guarantee your delivery.”

“What?”

He chuckles, and I know he’s joking.

“Where’s my old mattress?” I ask.

“They took it away. It caught fire as soon as it saw daylight.”

/> I laugh. “I don’t doubt it.” I hear the door click, and I turn to see Sheridan walking in. She turns and locks the door behind her.

I frown. Oh, shit.

“I’ve got to go,” I tell Seb.

“Hey, so you know how Angela called me...” he continues, ignoring me.

Sheridan sits on the desk in front of me. She leans down and kisses me, and I pull away quickly, shaking my head in disgust.

“Stop,” I mouth at her.

“Angela wants me to go over tonight,” Seb continues.

I frown. “What for?”

Sheridan drops to the floor in front of my chair and I shake my head. “Stop,” I mouth again.

“She wants to talk to me about something,” Seb says.

Sheridan grabs my fly and begins to unzip my pants. “Will you cut it out!” I snap, quickly closing my legs.

“What?” Seb asks.