Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

He crawls up and over me. His lips glisten with my arousal. “Do you know how much I fucking love you, angel?” he whispers.

I wrap my legs around his waist. “Why don’t you show me?”

In a perfectly practiced move, he slides his thick cock deep inside me, and we both moan in unison. I feel my pulse throbbing in every part of my body. Our lips crash together, and we kiss as his body withdraws and slowly slides in home once more.

“Spence…” I murmur against his big lips.

“Yeah, angel.”

“I want you to roll me over and fuck me hard.”

He bites my bottom lip and tugs on it with his teeth. “I’ve created a monster.”

He flips me over and slams into me with a hard slap on my behind. He grabs my nipple and squeezes it, causing me to cry out in pain.

“Fuck me,” I moan as my sex clenches around him. This is what I love—a certain kind of craziness that comes over me when he awakens the animal inside of my soul. “Fuck me hard.”

22

Charlotte

Eight weeks later

“Hold the keys up to your face as if you’re going to kiss them,” Spencer instructs.

I roll my eyes with a smirk, secretly loving his directions. I do as I’m told and hold the keys up while he clicks away on his phone.

It’s early on a Monday evening, and we’re standing at the front door of my new office, having just picked up the keys. Spencer is in his element being the event’s photographer.

“Okay, babe.” He gestures towards the lock. “Open your new office.”

I turn the key and open the big heavy door, seeing the huge, bronzed letters on the wall hanging over the reception desk.

A.L.A.

“Angel’s Legal Assistance,” Spence reads aloud, gently poking me in the stomach. “That’s you.”

“Oh my God, Spence. I can’t believe we did it.”

“You did this.” He smiles proudly and takes me into his arms.

I smile up at the gorgeous man in front of me. “Thank you, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

He kisses me softly. “Yes, you could have.”

“I really couldn’t. You’re the most supportive man I’ve ever met, and you’ve helped me every step of the way.”

He wrinkles his nose. “I was aiming for the hottest lover in history, but whatever.”

I giggle. “That, too.”

“I think your desk arrived today. Go and take a look.” He smiles.

I skip down the hallway and open the door to my office. My mouth falls open.

My desk did arrive, and on the top of it are vases and vases of beautiful flowers. “Spence,” I whisper as I look around at them all and see a card is pinned to one. I open it.

To my beautiful Charlotte