24. Spencer

Chapter 24

Spencer

“ I got dinner from the Honeybrook,” I told her as she slipped out of her coat. “All of your favorites. I asked your grandma what to get.”

“See? You’re the magic.”

I took her coat, slipped out of mine, and hung both of them on the hook by the door, watching her as she wandered further into the room, smelling the flowers and looking at the candles while admiring what I had done.

She stopped when she got to the chair— our chair. I watched her intently, aching for her touch, knowing that everything we felt for each other would explode out of control tonight.

“I want you now.” She said and our eyes locked. “I want to get in this chair with you and finish what we started the other night.”

“Like I said.” I crossed the room to stand in front of her. I towered over her, but somehow, she was the one in control. “You can have anything you want.”

“I want you to take off your clothes and sit down.”

I tossed my suit jacket on the couch and got to work on my tie. “You got it.”

She turned around, “But first. Unzip me.”

I slid the zipper down, baring the lovely alabaster skin of her back and groaning out loud as she let the dress fall to the floor.

“Keep the shoes on,” I ground out.

A soft smile unfurled across her face as she looked at me over her shoulder. “You can have anything you want too.”

“I know, sweetheart. But all I want is you, and anything you’re willing to give me will always be enough.”

With her hands on my chest and a wicked smile on her face, she pushed me back toward the chair.

I kicked off my shoes, shed the rest of my clothes, and then sat, breathlessly watching as she bit her lip and glanced at me as if contemplating where she wanted to begin.

“I like how you’re looking down at me right now. Waiting to find out what you’re going to do does it for me. I fucking love it.”

“Don’t stop talking. I love the things you say.”

“I liked it the other night, watching your face as you ground yourself against me. You were so hot, so fucking wet for me I could feel it through my clothes. But it will be so much better this time.”

I reached for her, sliding my hand between her legs and pushing her panties aside to circle her clit. “You’re already wet, and I’ve barely touched you. You need me, sweetheart, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I need you. I want you. God, Spencer. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Get those panties off, sweetheart.”

Hooking her fingers in the sides, she shimmied out of them and straddled my lap as I slid a condom on.

“We need to take this chair to your place,” she whispered, hovering over me. My dick twitched in anticipation. “I will never be able to handle seeing anyone else sitting in it.”

I chuckled. “Straight to my bedroom.”

“We’ll hide it in the closet, just for me and you to use whenever we want.”

“Nobody else allowed,” I growled into her skin and nibbled on her neck. “Hidden, where all you are is mine .”

“I’m yours. I’ll always be yours, Spencer.”

Leaning back in the chair, I watched her, groaning as she stretched wide to take me inside, hearing her sweet little gasps as she moved up and down, leaving me slick with her desire.

It was like ripples on a pond, then waves crashing over rocks. Harder and faster until we were moaning into each other’s mouths as we kissed, desperate to fall over the edge together.

With a shudder, she collapsed against my chest as I lost myself in her.

“You’re my favorite place to be, Lucy. You’re my home.”