Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Within moments, he has me arching my back as he fucks me with his thick, weeping cock. I lurch forward, coming hard. I’m going to have bruises from this kitchen counter tomorrow on my spine but I don’t care. Every second of pain is worth it.

He tips his head back, groans, and comes deep inside of me. He closes his eyes as he slowly empties himself, and then he stops and pants, looking down at me the whole time.

He smiles as he licks my ankle and then kisses it tenderly before he slowly pulls out. His eyes drop to my sex and he smirks. He puts his fingers back into my sex and then takes them out, rubbing his fingers across my bottom lip.

He licks his lips and smiles darkly.

“What?” I smirk.

“You look really good all freshly fucked with your legs open like that.” He pushes my hair back from my forehead. “Especially with my come on your lips.”

“You are a filthy bastard, Spencer Jones.”

He chuckles and zips up his pants in one quick movement. “I am, and now I’m a satisfied filthy bastard.”

I wrap my arms around him and we kiss. It’s unrushed and perfect.

“I booked us a weekend away while I stayed up last night,” he says as he looks down at me.

“You did?’

“We’re going to Greece for the weekend, so you’ll have to take Monday off.”

My face falls. “Greece?”

“Uh-huh.” He leaves me and picks up his phone and briefcase.

“But I can’t take Monday off.” I frown, rising up to rest on my elbows.

“You need to.” His eyes drop down my body like he’s hungry for it again.

“What?” I smirk.

“Just taking a photographic picture to remember you by. I’m going to jerk off

today to the thought of how hot you are like this.”

“Spencer,” I gasp. “You’re going to jerk off at work?”

“I’ll be in my office bathroom, of course.” He gifts me with a very sexy wink. “You’re the main star of many a lunchtime fantasy.”

I laugh out loud and throw my forearm over my eyes. “You’re an animal,” I huff.

He kisses me softly. “Agreed.” He walks towards the door. “See you tonight, angel.”

I drop my head back and look up at the ceiling. A huge, goofy grin spreads into my cheeks. Holy hell…. I’m in love with a sex maniac.

And he’s taking me to Greece.

16

Spencer

I stride into the restaurant with my racing heart, spotting Masters and Seb in our usual seats. I fall into my position around the table.

“Hey.” I pick up a glass of water and drain it. I refill the glass and drink it all down again immediately.

Masters and Seb frown as they watch me and then exchange looks.