He gripped his erection, jerking on it just enough to make her eyes cross with longing. A little knowing smile lifted his lips. Dammit, the man knew just what to do to make her pant. Slowly he dragged the head of his cock up and down her slit until she was writhing for him.
She loved not using a condom, a feeling she’d never before experienced. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea, but they were protected and she trusted him when he said he was clean.
And she needed him inside her, naked. Completely bare.
He didn’t tease her long. With one sure plunge, he buried himself deep, his hips flexing to drive him home. She grabbed his shoulders, holding on as he began to batter her body with methodical thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of slapping skin and gasps turning to groans.
Kelly’s eyes slid closed. Or rolled up in her head. She wasn’t entirely sure. She wasn’t one to go on and on about a man’s cock, but his had to be made of gold. How else could he hit every spot inside her just right, his shaft unerringly wringing more joy from her body than she’d ever imagined?
She’d had good lovers before. At least she’d thought she had. But since Spencer had come into her life, they’d become as real to her as shadow puppets, fleeting reminders of all she’d been missing.
Thiswas sex. Loving the man who so effortlessly played her body just made it even better.
His broad palm closed around her breast, his thumb and forefinger pulling on her swollen nipple. She arched, straining for an orgasm she knew she’d never reach this way. Not unless she helped herself.
Her eyes flew open again as she reached down between them. He hiked her thigh higher on his waist and watched her, his features tight with lust. She rubbed her clit slowly, going faster when he increased the tempo of his thrusts. For once it wasn’t a contest or race, simply the mutual exploitation of pleasure.
She could see herself in his eyes and, trapped there, her fingers picked up speed, her pussy tightening around his cock every time he entered her. In and out, on and on. His expression glazed when she finally clenched, her orgasm soaking him as he drove into her. She couldn’t stop shaking but he held her even as he shattered her all over again.
Her back bowed as he found his own climax and she reveled in the exquisite sensation of his release. New embers of heat unfurled through her belly but she was too spent to chase them. All she could do was whimper and enjoy.
A couple of minutes later, he eased her leg down and kissed her gently, his soft, cool lips a salve after the storm they’d just endured together. “Want to go get cleaned up?”
“No.” She sounded completely blitzed. Not too far off the mark, actually. “I want to go to work just like this. With your scent all over me. Maybe then Leigh will keep her grubby paws on her cookies and off you.”
Luckily he chuckled, taking the comment as the joke she’d meant it as. Well, it was mostly a joke. “She’s a kid, Kelly. Hardly a threat.”
“Duh. I’d kick her butt in a heartbeat. A chick who spends her life in an apron isn’t scrappy enough to take me on.”
“Undoubtedly.” He chucked her chin in ayeah, rightsort of way that might’ve gotten her back up if she hadn’t felt capable of vaulting skyscrapers without benefit of her push-up bra.
“So what’s the deal with her?”
“What deal?”
She lifted her damp hair off her neck, hoping she looked more casual than she felt. She’d never quite managed to forget the position she’d found Leigh and Spencer in that day in his office. That she’d clearly been crying made Kelly wonder if he’d been trying to comfort her, but that was almost as out there as imagining Leigh crying in the first place. Leigh never showed any emotion, period. If she hadn’t seen the remnants of tears with her own eyes, Kelly never would’ve believed it.
“She looked teary the day I came in on you two on the loveseat,” she said pointedly, tired of beating around the bush.
Spencer arched an eyebrow.“Came in on us?We weren’t having sex.”
“How about playing tonsil hockey?”
He shook his head, smiling briefly. “You’ve never cried after kissing me.”
Yet.
“So?” she asked when he didn’t continue.
“So,” he countered, brushing his lips over her brow. “There’s nothing to tell. Leigh has had some…difficulties in the past and I’m her friend. All there is to it.”
“Do you make her feel better by letting her grope you?” She crowed inwardly when he gave herthelook, the one that said she was about to go too far. It was her favorite of all his expressions, other than when he was about to come. “Sorry, had to ask. We both know she wants to cover you in buttercream frosting and gobble you down like her favorite cookie.”
“Truly remarkable imagination and a dirty mind. No wonder we’re so compatible.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Speaking of dirty, you look positively delicious right now. But as your boss,” he grinned when she made a face, “I can’t let you go to work looking so thoroughly used. Seeing you like that is a secret I’m not willing to share.”