He bites my nipples, kissing each one in reverence, and then he drops lower and lower. He spreads my legs and pulls me apart for his pleasure. I hold my breath as he looks at me. His lips gently kiss my inner thighs.
It always feels so intimate when he looks at me like this…the intimacy I crave from him, the entrée to perfection.
His thick tongue slides through my flesh, and I arch my back as the pleasure takes over. Spencer rests my legs over his shoulders. His hands are splayed on my lower stomach, and I watch him lick me like I’m a goddess.
His goddess.
With every swipe of his tongue, I love him just that little bit more. My hands rest on the back of his head.
“Baby, come up here,” I whisper. “I want you close tonight.”
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
Congratulations.
I am so very proud of you.
You are the light of my life.
I love you,
Spence
xox
My eyes instantly fill with tears and I turn to him.
“I love you.” He smiles tenderly down at me.
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I whisper, overcome with emotion.
I turn back to the desk and notice a black briefcase. “What’s in there?”
“That’s your office supplies.” He smirks with a mischievous look in his eyes.
I frown and click open the catch. All set out and strategically placed inside black foam are a large assortment of dildos and sex toys.
“What the hell?” I gasp as my eyes fly up to his. “Spencer!”
He chuckles at my shocked reaction.
“What on earth would I need this for?”
“To keep in your desk in case of an emergency.”
My mouth falls open. “You think I’m going to masturbate in my office? Are you crazy?”
He shrugs. “It’s a great stress reliever. Being in business is tough, babe.”
“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes. “You are a sex maniac.” I slam the briefcase closed. “We’re taking these home. There’s no way in hell I’m doing that in here.”
He licks his lips, arousal flickering in his eyes. “Threesome tonight, it is.”
“You want to have a threesome with me and a dildo?”
“That’s right.”
“Spencer Jones, you are a sexual deviant.”
He grabs me by the behind and sinks his teeth into my neck. “One who likes to watch.”
Spencer
I’m staring at the diamond rings beneath the glass cabinet in Tiffany.
Nothing stands out to me.
This is the fifteenth jewellery store I’ve been to.
How could a diamond set in gold possibly show how I feel about her?
There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe it.
This woman, this perfect angel, has swooped into my life and changed everything I thought I knew about myself.
I thought I was happy. I thought I had life all figured out, but I was fucking miserable before I met her. I just didn’t know it because I had nothing to compare it to.
I couldn’t bring Masters or Seb shopping with me. This is just so deeply personal and something I never thought I would be doing.
I need to do it alone.
“Can I help you, sir?” the shop attendant asks.
“Uh.” I frown, still looking at all the rings on display. “I’m just trying to get some ideas, although I’ve no idea what I am looking for.”
“You’re getting engaged?”
“Hopefully.” I smirk to myself.
“Soon?”
“I plan to ask her on Christmas Eve.”
“What a wonderful time of the year. Does she know?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s a surprise.”
“How wonderful. I’ll leave you in peace, but please call me if you see anything that catches your eye. We also have a jeweller who can help you design the ring of your dreams.”
“Okay, great. Thank you. If he has a moment to spare, I’d like to speak to him, please?”
“I’ll see if he’s around.” She disappears out of sight.
I keep looking through the cabinets. I wish I could ask Sheridan for her opinion. She’s always been my confidant.
I miss her.
Not the sex, I don’t miss sleeping with her. I miss her friendship but I know that one comes with the other and it’s not possible to have her in my life anymore.
But at moments like this, when normally she would be the first person I would call for an opinion, her absence is all around me.
It makes me sad, if I’m honest.
Ten years is a long time.
“Hello, sir.” A man smiles, appearing behind the counter. He holds his hand out to shake my hand. “I’m Cyrus, the designer.”
“Hello.” I smile.
“Stephanie tells me that you’re looking for an engagement ring.”
“Yes. It has to be a perfect diamond and extremely feminine, not chunky. It can’t be too big, she hates flashy. It needs to be understated and classically beautiful… just like she is.”
He smiles brighter. “She sounds special.”
“She is.” I smirk, my heart swelling with pride. “How she loves me, I’ll never know.”
*
Six hours later, I walk out of the elevator on my floor and see the ever-present guards by my door. I passed another two on the bottom floor, and there is someone with our cars in the basement parking bay at all times now.
“Hello, Spencer,” they greet me.
“How long has she been home?” I ask just to make conversation.
“She left work early today, so she’s been home for a few hours now.”
I frown, that’s strange. “Have a good night,” I say to them before I walk into my apartment.
The television is on, the lights are off, the apartment in darkness. A feeling of unease fills me.
“Angel?” I call.
No answer.
I walk out into the living room to see her sitting on the floor, tears streaming down her face. My face falls.