Mr Spencer: Chapter 8

Spencer appears through the crowd and comes to stand beside me. He passes me my drink and we clink glasses. “Thank you.” I smile.

His glowing eyes linger on my face.

“You’re staring, Mr Spencer.” I get butterflies in my stomach when he looks at me like that.

“I know,” he whispers. “I can’t help it.”

“Hello, sorry we’re late,” a girl’s voice interrupts us from behind. I turn to see a pretty woman and a man standing beside us. She’s heavily pregnant. Actually, I think she is the one from the wedding the first time I met Spencer.

Spencer turns immediately. “Charlotte, this is Julian Masters and his wife Brielle—Bree for short.”

“Hello.” I smile nervously and shake both of their hands.

They both smile back at me, and the woman hunches her shoulders in excitement before she rubs Spencer’s.

I can tell they are very fond of each other.

“Where’s Sebastian?” Spencer asks. “Typical. He signs us up for this shit and then turns up late.”

Julian smiles. “What would you expect?” He turns to Bree. “Would you like a drink, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh.” She exhales heavily. “I would like ten glasses of champagne, actually.”

Julian raises his brow. “Lemonade then?”

“Ugh, fine.” She sighs and moves closer to me.

Julian falls into natural conversation with Spencer. I look around at all the people dressed in their black-tie outfits, and I notice that there really are some beautiful gowns here.

“When are you due?” I ask Bree, simply to make conversation.

“Seven weeks.”

“Exciting.” I smile. “Is that an accent I detect?”

“Yes.” She laughs. “I’m Australian.” She takes my hand in hers. “I’m so glad to finally meet you.” Her eyes drop down my dress. “You are absolutely gorgeous, just as Spence said you were.”

I frown. “You’ve heard of me?”

She glances at Spencer to check he can’t hear us. “Of course I’ve heard of you. Spencer has been going on and on about you since the two of you first met,” she whispers.

I try to hide my smile but fail miserably. “So, you know him well?” I ask. I don’t know why but I already feel at ease with this woman. I’m guessing she’s around my age, too.

“He’s Julian’s best friend, along with Seb, of course.” She looks over at a man with dark hair who is approaching us through the crowd. “Speak of the devil.”

“Hello, troublemaker,” Seb teases Bree as he bends to kiss her cheek.

“Sebastian, this is Charlotte,” she introduces with a broad smile.

Sebastian is tall, dark, and handsome, and he has a natural wave to his hair. Good grief, these men are seriously good looking.

Seb’s eyes light up, and he picks up my hand to kiss the back of it. “Lovely to meet you, Charlotte, but you really should run away with me instead of Spencer.” He winks mischievously.

“Hey, cut that out,” Spencer cries from behind us. “Lips off her immediately.”

Julian and Sebastian chuckle.

“Hello, Sebastian.” I smile.

“Where is your date?” Bree asks Sebastian.

He rolls his eyes. “Long story, but you’re my surrogate date tonight.”

Bree and I chuckle.

He stands and falls into conversation with Julian and Spencer.

“He seems nice,” I say.

“He’s dreamy,” Bree agrees. “But he attracts the worst women.”

“Why?”

“I have no idea. They all end up being crazy bunny boilers.”

I giggle.

Bree looks over at her husband. “Jules, how is my lemonade going? I’m dehydrating over here while making your baby.”

“Sorry, babe.” He takes off to the bar immediately.

“Are you kidding me, Jones? What the hell are you doing here?” a male voice barks from behind us.

We turn, and Spencer laughs out loud. “What the fuck, Stanton? What are you doing here?” Spencer shakes the hand of the man in the black dinner suit.

“My wife Natasha runs this charity with our friend Nicholas. We fly everywhere for them.” He points to an attractive brunette woman talking to a large European looking man. Jeez, good looks run in the family.

“Charlotte, this is my friend Joshua Stanton. Joshua’s brother Cameron studied medicine with my brother in the states. We’ve been to many a weekend away together over the years.” Spencer smiles.

“Hello.” He smiles over at me.

“Hi.” I smile back. I look at Bree who is staring at the god in front of us.

“This is Julian Masters and his wife Bree, and this is Sebastian Garcia.”

They all shake hands and the men fall into easy conversation.

“I’m on my way to the bar,” Joshua says.

Spencer’s eyes find mine. “I’ll get us another drink.”

I smile and nod, and he disappears with his friend.

“Holy heck,” Bree whispers. “Who was that guy?”

“God’s gift to women, I imagine.”

She giggles and clinks her lemonade with my champagne. “I like you, Charlotte Prescott,” she beams.

I smile. “Please… just call me Lottie. I’m trying to lose my surname for a while.”

She frowns. “You don’t like the name Prescott?”

I smile bashfully. “Yes, of course, just not everything that comes with it.”

“What do you mean?”

“My family have rigid rules.” I shrug. “That’s why I’ve moved to London. I just want to be Lottie for a while.”

She smiles. “That’s why I moved to London, too.”

“How did you and Julian meet?” I ask.

She smirks as her eyes seek him out. “I was his nanny.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

She nods. “Yep. Cliché, isn’t it?”

I bite my bottom lip, and I take a look Julian’s way. “So, he was your boss?”

“Uh-huh. I thought I was coming over here to work for a woman, and when he picked me up from the airport I nearly died.”

I make eye contact with Spencer at the bar, and he gives me a sexy wink. My stomach flips and I have to drag my eyes back to Bree.

“It was all forbidden attraction and fireworks. Anyway, that’s enough of me, let’s talk about you and Spencer.”

My face falls.

“Oh.” She frowns. “What’s that look?”

“Nothing.” I sigh.

“You can talk to me. I won’t say anything, I promise.”

I stare at her for a moment.

She crosses her finger over her chest. “I promise.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. His playboy ways are…” My voice trails off.

She offers an understanding nod. “I can imagine.”

“It does kind of make you wonder, you know?” I shrug.

She glances over at the four men over at the bar. “The thing is, Charlotte, when you date a thirty-seven-year-old man who has never been married before, he’s going to have some baggage with him.”

I look for Spencer and, once again, catch him watching me. My heart skips a beat and I turn back to Bree. “What was Julian’s baggage?”

“God, what wasn’t Julian’s baggage? It wouldn’t fit into this ballroom.” She smirks with an eye roll.

She, too, looks at Spencer, and she smiles watching him watching me. “The way Spencer looks at you…” She hesitates.

I wait for her to finish the sentence, but she doesn’t. “What?” I whisper.

“I haven’t seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you, ever.”

Hope blooms in my chest, and Spencer comes back to stand with us again.

“How handsome that Joshua Stanton is,” Bree says without missing a beat.

“He’s okay, I guess.” Spencer’s mischievous eyes find mine. “Not as handsome as me, though, is he, angel?” He links our pinky fingers together.

My heart skips a beat at him calling me angel in front of everyone.

“No, Spence.” I smile sarcastically and release my finger from his grip. “No man could ever be as handsome as you.”

Our eyes linger on each other, the air between us crackling.

Bree fans her face with her hand. “Good lord, the sexual tension between you two is ridiculous.”

I drop my head and chuckle, embarrassed that we just forgot she was here with us.

This man makes me giddy.

“A word, Charlotte,” Alexander demands, appearing from nowhere.

I turn, suddenly remembering that I’m here with him. Damn it, how could I forget that?

I fake a smile. “Of course.” I suddenly feel awkward. “Alex, please meet my friends Spencer and Brielle,” I say.

“We know each other,” Spencer says flatly.

Alex nods, and they glare at each other.

I frown at the obvious animosity between them.

This is awkward.

“I’ll see you later, Bree. It was lovely meeting you.” I’m in a fluster.

“You, too, Lottie. Come back and see us later.” Bree smiles warmly.

“I will!” I call over my shoulder as Alexander leads me through the ballroom, over to the wall at the back of the room.

“What are you doing talking with Spencer Jones?” he asks angrily.

I frown. “What does it matter to you?”

“Do you know who he is?”

I twist my lip in annoyance. “No, why don’t you tell me who you think he is?”

“He’s the biggest womaniser in all of London.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Everybody knows that, Charlotte. Take a look at the tabloids. Is Edward aware that you know him?” he whispers.

“He’s Brielle’s friend.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t even know him.”

He stares at me for a moment, trying to work out if I’m telling the truth.

“I’m not stupid, you know?” I add.

“I know you’re not.” He rubs my arm. “Just… whatever you do, don’t mess with him.”

“Why not?”

“Because you will be the next bit of town gossip.” He holds two fingers in the air. “Spencer Jones dates two women in the same day. Two.”

My heart drops but I smile on cue—that fake smile that has been ingrained in me through my years of schooling. The same fake smile that I wear when Edward is scolding me in public for someone I have talked to who he didn’t approve of.

“Alexander, I have no interest in Spencer Jones. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Of course. I’ll go sit down and wait for you over there.” He gestures over to the table we are sitting at.

“I’ll see you in a moment.”

I walk out through the foyer and into the bathroom. I push into a cubicle and sit on top of the closed toilet seat.

Regret, annoyance, and disappointment curse through me, all rolled into one stupid lead ball that sits in the base of my stomach.

Part of me wants to go home right now. My night is ruined, all because of one snide comment from Alex, even though I know he was only trying to be a good friend and look out for me.

I hate that Spencer has this reputation. I hate that everyone knows it, and I hate that I enjoy his company as much as I do.

His friends were so nice.

I exhale heavily as I try to come to grip with the reality of who Spencer is. No matter how honest he is, everyone has already made their judgements on his reputation. I don’t feel that the two sides of Spencer correlate at all, at least not in my mind.

I finish up in the bathroom; wash my hands, and I stare at my reflection in the mirror, giving myself a silent pep talk.

Go out there and finish the night. Just put the information to one side and process it tomorrow once you’re at home.

I reapply my gold lipstick.

I wish I was here with Spencer… and that nobody else knew who the hell he was.

Spencer

I stare at her from across the room. She’s sitting with him, laughing, talking, completely in her comfort zone with the table full of London’s aristocratic society. She’s one of them, and I can’t seem to connect the sweet, innocent girl I’m attracted to to the Charlotte Prescott she is.

I wish she wasn’t one of them, and just a normal girl from Nottingham instead.

“You can’t take your fucking eyes off her for a moment, can you?” Seb sighs.

I sip my beer. “Nope.”

“How is this going to go?” Masters frowns. “She isn’t allowed to be seen even talking to you. What exactly do you think is going to happen here, Spence?”

I roll my eyes and exhale heavily, choosing not to answer that particular question.

The music grows louder, and people flock to the dance floor now that the formalities are officially over.

I haven’t spoken one word to Charlotte since Alexander dragged her away from me.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out to read the message. It’s from her.

I smile and text back.

She replies.

“She’s texting me as we speak.” I smirk to my friends, and then, without thinking, I stand and make my way to the bar as she requested.

She appears beside me a moment later, and my heart flutters in my chest.

“Hello.” She smiles up at me, her face full of hope.

“I don’t like you here with him,” I tell her honestly.

“We’re just friends, I promise.” She glances over at Alexander who is talking to a group of people, while we are shielded from the crowd. “You and Alex don’t get along?” She makes it sound like a statement and a question.

“Not at all. It started with work a few years back. Since then, we’ve had a few run-ins with each other over the years. He doesn’t get on with Masters or Seb, either.”

“Masters?”

“Julian. His last name is Masters. He had a run in with Alex at work, too.”

“What does Julian do?”

“He’s a judge.”

“Oh.” She frowns.

“He will warn you away from me, no doubt,” I mutter into my drink. “Apparently I’m the devil.” I raise my eyebrow in a silent dare.

Defend him to me. See what happens.

She stares at me for a moment, and I have no idea what she’s thinking.

Have I misjudged this whole thing with us?

“We haven’t spoken about you at all,” she tells me.

My eyes hold hers and I know that she’s lying. He did warn her away from me, and God, I would like to rearrange his face for his efforts. Unfortunately, I’m a lover not a fighter.

What I should do is let my friend Joshua Stanton take care of him instead. Joshua cage fights… for fun. That bastard is mean as shit.

“I’d like to see you alone.”

Her eyes hold mine. “I’d like that, too.”

“I can come to you. Tonight?” I offer.

She frowns again, her mind going into overdrive.

“Give me a key to your room, Charlotte. I’ll wait for your guards to leave and sneak in. They won’t even know I’ve been. We can have coffee and dessert.” I shrug. “We can just talk…”

Her chest rises and falls heavily.

I can almost hear her brain ticking.

She glances over to the side of the ballroom, and I follow her gaze, only to see Wyatt standing silently, his back against the wall. I hadn’t even noticed him, I was too preoccupied with York.

“They will see me give you the key,” she whispers. “And how will I get into my room when I get home?”

“Leave the key somewhere here for me to pick up without being seen, and then just ask them for another key at reception when you get there. Tell them you left it in the room.”

“Where?”

I think for a moment. “Go out the foyer. There’s a storeroom. Just text me to tell me where you leave it.”

Her eyes hold mine as she swallows a lump in her throat.

I link our pinky fingers again. “I need to see you alone,” I whisper. “And this is the only way we will get any privacy.”

Charlotte licks her lips. “Okay?” She nods softly, not saying another word before she heads off in the direction of the foyer.

I turn and order my drink, elation filling me.

Finally.

I clutch the key in my pocket and casually stroll through the grand foyer of the Four Seasons. Charlotte left the function an hour ago, but she’s only just text me to give me the all clear.

Don’t get caught, don’t get caught, I remind myself.

I don’t really care if I get caught, but not getting to see her if I do has me worried.

I’m having trouble walking to her… I want to run.

Fast.

I get into the elevator and scan the key. The penthouse floor lights up, and I exhale heavily, my heart racing. Being nervous around a woman is new for me.

Don’t fuck it up. Don’t fuck it up.

The doors eventually open. I drop my shoulders, exhale heavily, and I walk out into the foyer. A large set of black double doors stand before me, and I tentatively turn the door handle.

It’s open, and I walk in.

Charlotte is in front of me, still in her ballgown and just as beautiful as I remember. My heart skips a beat at the sight of her.

Her eyes search mine.

I smile softly and then step forward to take her into my arms. “Alone at last.”

Charlotte

He’s here, and I’m finally in his arms. Arms that are big and warm and hold onto me tight. The smell of his aftershave is all around me. He’s tall—so much taller than me without my shoes on—and his hair is messed up to perfection.

Leaning down, he kisses me slowly and with just the right amount of pressure. He smiles as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I’ve been through torture tonight watching you with him.”

“He’s just a friend.”

“Does he know that?” He takes my hand and leads me farther into the apartment.

This is my house. I should take the lead—be brave for once.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask with fake confidence.

He kisses my fingertips, his eyes locked on mine. “Please.”

Oh, he’s just so…

I guide him to the kitchen where he stops me and spins me toward him again. I stare up at him and feel the air leaving my lungs. Spencer has this intensity about him that I’ve never seen on him before tonight. I don’t know if it’s because we are completely alone for the first time, because we’re sneaking around, or because we’re in my apartment and we both know that anything could happen. But everything feels magnified tonight. Every glance, every smile, every touch.

Perhaps it’s my nerves that are making everything seem so… extreme.

He takes my face in his hands. “I have to kiss you. It’s been too long since I’ve felt your lips.” His mouth dusts mine, and his tongue slowly slides out and runs across my lips. I feel the thrill of it all the way to my toes. He goes deeper and his tongue connects with mine, softly, as if coaxing me to come out and play.

I smile against him and put my arms around his broad neck.

He walks me backwards into the kitchen, and then we stop for a moment, and he holds me in his arms, looking down at me.

The air swirls between us and we stare at each other as we drink in our close proximity.

His eyes are smouldering, and I can feel the power his body is emanating, he licks his lips, and I can see he’s debating whether or not he should take this slow.

Please…

“Where are your wineglasses?” he asks smoothly.

“R-right,” I stammer. “Good idea.” I point to a cupboard in a fluster. I need a drink… or ten. I take two champagne flutes, grab a bottle of Grange, and pass them over to him.

He smirks when he sees the label. “The good stuff.” Little does he know I just ordered this in a panic from room service only twenty minutes ago. The cork pops, and he pours the bubbly liquid into our glasses.

He passes me a flute and then holds his glass up in the air.

“What are we toasting?” I smile shyly.

“Our first date.”

“This isn’t our first date.”

“That other one didn’t count. That was just a practice run. I completely screwed that up. Erase it from your memory. I want a do-over.”

I smile, relieved that he acknowledged our last disastrous date and I clink my glass with his. “To do-overs,” I whisper.

He touches my glass and takes a slow, controlled sip. His eyes hold mine and he slowly licks his lips.

What is that look? “What’s going on in that mind of yours, Mr Spencer?” I whisper.

“I’m wondering what the hell is going on here.”

I frown.

“You see, I…” His voice trails off, and he places his drink down, stepping towards me to take me in his arms. His lips drop to my neck, and then his tongue comes out and he slowly licks me.

My insides melt and I close my eyes. “You see what?” I ask. “What were you going to say?”

“I’m wondering what’s so different with you. Why does my heart race when you look at me?” He breathes against my skin.

I smile and look up at the ceiling as his mouth slowly caresses my neck.

“I’m wondering why the fuck you make me so nervous, like nobody ever has before.”

He nips me with his teeth, and I flinch.

“I’m wondering how just the sound of your voice over the phone can make my cock so hard that it weeps.”

I whimper as his lips begin to assault my neck with more force. His hands have now dropped to my arse.

“So many mysteries,” I whisper, trying to control my breathing.

“You’re the eighth wonder of the world.” He chuckles, moving his kisses to my shoulder before he trails his tongue across the skin there.

“Why do you lick me like that?” I ask, breathless.

He lifts his eyes to mine and cups my cheeks. “Because I need to taste you.”

My stomach clenches. “When you say things like that… it does things to me.”

“What things?”

“Strange things that make me feel my pulse where I’ve never felt it before.”

With his dark eyes locked on mine, he trails his fingers down my face, down over my breasts, and then lower.

“Here?” he whispers as he gently rubs his fingers over my sex through my dress. “Do you feel your pulse here?”

I nod, my erratic breathing ragged, desperate to suck in precious air.

He leans closer, his mouth at my ear, his breaths dusting my skin. “I want you to feel my pulse here.” He grabs my sex aggressively, and he hisses sharply. My legs nearly buckle.

I pull out of his arms and step back, panting wildly. Fear takes over.

What the hell? This is too much. Too… full on.

I don’t think I can do this.

A frown creases his brows. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, angel.”

My eyes search his. I shrug weakly, ashamed that he can sense it.

With a shaky hand, I sip my champagne.

He shifts around uncomfortable, turning his attention to the apartment. “This… this is a nice place.”

“I-it is…”

He takes a seat at the kitchen counter and refills his glass. “Top up?” he asks casually.

I nod and pass him my glass.

We stare at each other as we drink again, and it feels like he’s choosing his next words carefully because I simply don’t know what to say.

“We can just take it slow.” He shakes his head. “I don’t mean to rush you. I’m just so damn attracted to you that I can’t help myself.”

“It’s okay, Spence.” I pause, taking a moment to compose myself. “I’m attracted to you, too. It’s just… this is new for me. I’m sorry,” I whisper shamefully.

He leans over and kisses me again, as if he’s unable to help it, and then he runs his hand up my thigh.

“Ouch.” He winces. The crystals on my dress are sharp. “This dress is like a beautiful, yet very lethal crustacean.”

My mouth falls open. “A crustacean?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, you know… a soft little thing in a very hard shell. All lethal like a sea anen—” He pauses and tries again. “A sea amen-emey.”

I laugh.

“A sea anemone.” He laughs, too. “Fuck, that’s a hard word to say.”

“You sound like something from Finding Nemo.”

“What a great movie that was.”

“A classic.” I smile at him trying to lighten the subject. I love that he’s trying to ease my fears.

He takes a sip of his drink. “Dory was my favourite—by far the best actor of all time.”

I giggle. This is the last thing I thought he would talk about. “Mine, too.”

“I’ve watched this movie many times over the years at Masters’ house with Willow and Samuel. I think Sebastian knows every word of it by heart.” He drinks again and then scowls softly. “What was the kid’s name, again?”

My eyes widen. “You did not just say that.”

His grin is full of mischief.

“Nemo. The kid’s name is Nemo, Spencer.”

“Oh.” He laughs out loud, and raises his eyebrows in embarrassment. “Right.”

We both smile as we sip our champagne, our eyes lingering on each other’s. He takes his black dinner jacket off and hangs it over the back of one of the stools, loosening his bow tie in the process, too. Watching him do that feels strangely sexual. Spencer steps forward again, and the two of us embrace to kiss softly. It’s not a passionate kiss like before. It’s an affectionate kiss, one that feels natural, comfortable, just right.

“Can you answer a question for me, Charlotte?” he asks as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“Yes.”

“Why do I feel like I know you?”

“I could ask you the same thing. I feel a familiarity with you that shouldn’t be there.”

He runs his hand up my leg again. “Ouch.” He shakes his hand. “This dress is fucking lethal. It has its own built-in security system. Did Edward buy it for you?”

I laugh. I’ve worn this dress a few times before but never realised the crystals were so sharp to the touch. Nobody has ever touched me like this while wearing it before.

“Is this where you tell me to slip into something more comfortable?” I smirk, feeling brave.

His eyes darken. “As cliché as it sounds, and at the great risk of being kicked out, yeah. This is exactly where I ask you to slip into something more comfortable.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” I say.

“Go on…”

“I couldn’t get the zip undone to take it off, and I didn’t want to call for help because I knew you were coming here.”

His eyes widen. “And who do you normally call for help, may I ask?”

“Wyatt.” I giggle.

He shakes his head in disgust. “This is one of those moments where you need to lie to me, Charlotte.”

I laugh. Oh, he’s fun.

“I’ll ask you one more time: who do you normally call for help?”

“Beverly, my assistant.” I smile.

“Much better.”

I smile goofily as I take another drink of my champagne. The air between us is electric. Our lips touch, and I feel so naughty and carefree. We get carried away and he leans forward, accidentally knocking my glass of champagne over. It spills over the bench and onto my dress.

“Oh, fuck!” he barks, and without missing a beat, he begins to unbutton his white shirt. All I can do is watch with my heart in my throat. What is he doing?

He takes his shirt off and wipes the bench down with it.

His chest is broad and tanned, and his stomach is rippled with muscles. He has a scattering of dark hair across his chest, and then a trail from his navel that disappears into his pants. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man. I’ve never seen any man, but jeez, he’s one hell of a first.

“We have tea-towels for wiping up spillages,” I say casually.

He kisses me. “I needed an excuse to take some clothing off.” He lays me back over the bench. “You thought that was an innocent spill, didn’t you? It was completely strategic.”

Playful Spencer I can handle. He doesn’t scare me. I laugh out loud, and he slides his hand up my stomach.

“Shit!” He pulls his hand away. “That’s it. This fucking dress is coming off. It has teeth.”

I lie on the bench looking up at him. My hands are above my head, and my blonde hair is splayed out. He smiles and points at me. “Ah, I see what’s going on here. Well played, Charlotte. Well played.”

“What?”

“The old sea anemone dress trick.” He smirks. “That’s an oldie, but a goody, Prescott.”

I giggle.

“You wore that dress knowing full well that I would have to take you into the bedroom and take it off you, didn’t you?”

I smile up at him.

He runs his index finger down my neck, between my breasts, and down to my pubic bone.

Our eyes are locked, and the air leaves my lungs in a rush.

“Didn’t you?” he whispers.

This is it, the moment I’ve waited so long for. I know he thinks I’ve done this before, but hopefully I can fudge my way through it. So far, so good.

“Well?” he asks with a raised brow.

This just all seems to be moving so fast. I have no idea at what pace it should be going. Is this normal?

I nod softly. “Yes.”

He pulls me up by the hand. “Luckily for you.” He grabs my hips and pulls me down from the bench. “I am an excellent personal assistant and will happily oblige.”

We fall serious, and he kisses me, his tongue sweeping deeper into my mouth as he holds my face. My sex begins to throb. “Where is your bedroom?” he asks against my lips.

“Up… upstairs,” I whisper. Oh, this feels like it’s going way too fast. He’s just got here. “Can we just…?”

His eyes meet mine and his face softens. “Slow it down?” he whispers as he kisses my lips softly.

I nod. “I’m sorry. I just…”

“Once again, I’m getting ahead of myself. Spencer Jones needs a leash.”

I laugh out loud at him talking in third person. He takes my jaw in his hands and stares into my eyes. “Will you dance with me, Charlotte?”

“Here?”

“Right here.” He takes out his phone and opens Spotify. “What’s your favourite song?”

I smile and think for a moment. “Umm.” I shrug. “I have a playlist on my phone.”

His eyes widen and he feigns surprise. “You do?”

I giggle. “I do.” I pick up my phone and he takes it from me. “What’s the code?”

I smirk and snatch it from him, typing the code in myself. “I’m not giving you the code to my phone.” I scoff.

“But how am I supposed to spy on you if I can’t get into your phone?”

“You’re an idiot.” I giggle. “All Hands on Deck” by Tinashe begins to play.

He snakes his arms around my waist, the sexy beat playing out around us, and he pulls my body closer to his. “That’s better.” He smiles down at me.

I’m dancing in my kitchen with a gorgeous man who has no shirt on.

Who am I?

My hands roam over his bare shoulders. I can feel his warm skin on my face as I lean on him. “Is this one of your strategic moves?”

He chuckles and twirls me around. “Yeah, but I didn’t think it through too well.”

“Why?”

“Your dress is biting me.” He winces at the crystals pushing up against his chest. “This is painful.”

I laugh out loud and he spins me around.

“But do you see how brave I am?” he asks.

“It really is very impressive.” I smirk.

“Anything for you, Lady Charlotte.” He leans down and kisses me softly. “What are the words to this song?” He frowns as he listens. “All hands on deck, all in the front all in the back,” he repeats.

He has the ability to switch between intense and playful within seconds. I’ve never met anyone like him before.

He raises a sexy brow. “All part of your strategic planning, no doubt, Prescott.”

“What is?” I laugh.

“All in the front, all in the back.”

“They’re words to a song.” I shake my head.

“Ah, but are they.” He puts his hands on my arse. “Or are you giving me directions to where you want me to touch you?” His tongue takes mine with purpose. “A roadmap, as such. Is this a secret code I needed to crack?”

“A roadmap to where?” I whisper.

“To wherever you want me to take you.” His tongue dances with mine.

This is it.

This is what I want. I don’t want him to go home, I want him to stay here with me and take away the ache.

What are you waiting for? Just do it.

His lips linger over mine, and my arousal is beginning to ache between my legs.

“Spence.” I run my fingers through his hair.

“Yes, angel.” He smiles at me, already knowing what I’m going to say.

“I want you to take me upstairs and I want you to take this dress off me.”

He smiles and holds me close. We stay in each other’s arms for just a moment, and then, without another word, he takes my hand in his and leads me out of the kitchen. My heart begins to race as he pulls me through the apartment and over to the stairs.

“I would carry you up, but I don’t want you to think I’m showing off.”

I laugh. “That’s a relief. I do hate a poser.”

With every step closer to my bedroom, the less air there seems to be in my lungs.

You can do this, you can do this, I chant over and over again in my head.

Spencer falls quieter, as if sensing my nerves. “And what are we changing you into?”

If I could answer him, I would, but I’m too busy having a complete internal freak-out.

He’s so experienced. What if I’m a dud in bed? I probably am, I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.

“Where is your bedroom?” he asks.

“Up at the end of the hall,” I whisper.

Hearing my voice, he turns and frowns, concern on his face. “What’s wrong, angel?” He takes my hands in his.

I shrug, embarrassed, “I’m…”

“You’re what?”

“I’m not. I mean… I don’t.” I shake my head. God, this is all seems so fast. “I mean, I do…”

He smiles softly. “You’re nervous?”

I nod, horrified at my own inexperience.

“Do you want to do this?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“This is only your second time?”

My eyes search his. I want to say first, but I don’t want to scare him away, so I nod again.

Spencer smiles and leans down to kiss me. Its tender, lingering, and gentle, and in that moment, I know he’s going to look after me.

“You do know that I’m going to find who was your first and kill that fucker, right?”

I smile goofily.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been beating myself up about this,” he says as he turns and pulls me into the room. “It keeps me awake at night.”

“It does?”

“God, yes.” He tuts and turns me towards him, his face softening when our eyes meet. “Let’s just pretend this is your first time, yeah?” he whispers. “For my sake.”

I frown. “Why would you want to pretend that this is my first time?”

“To make me feel better about what I missed out on. Biggest fucking regret of my life.”

My heart swells, and some of my confidence returns. “Spencer—”

“Spence,” he corrects me with a soft kiss.

“Are you going to take this anemone off me, or am I going to die in it?”

He chuckles. “God, yes, this dress is going in the bin.”

“This is a Dolce & Gabbana. I don’t think it’s garbage worthy.”

He grabs me and kisses me roughly, walking me backwards. “Dolce can Gabbana off.”

He turns me away from him, and I close my eyes as the zipper in the back of my dress slowly begins to slide down. It’s laced up with gold ribbon toward my lower back, and I can feel Spencer begin to unlace it. He slowly slides one shoulder off, and then the other, eventually peeling it down over my hips. He stays focused on his task, and all I can do is watch his face through the mirror in front of me.

What’s he thinking?

I’m so nervous, I think I may throw up.

“Lie to me,” I blurt out.

His eyes come up to mine in surprise. “What?”

“Tell me something about yourself to take my mind off this.”

Tenderness crosses his face. “Angel, ….how beautiful you are.”

I frown as I try desperately try to control the oncoming heart attack.

He falls into his requested role play with ease. “Did you know I was in the Guinness Book of Records?”

“You were?” I frown, unsure if he is lying or serious.

“Yes, for having the smallest dick in the world.”

I burst out laughing and look over my shoulder at him.

“True story. This dick has never hurt a soul.” He winks.

He’s trying to calm my nerves. I’m not scared of him hurting me, I’m scared of letting him down.

I turn back to him. “That’s useful information.” I smile. “Although, I’m unsure you should spread that one around.”

“I do try to keep it on the down low. I don’t want every virgin in the city knocking on my door.”

“Are you always such an idiot, Mr Spencer?”

“It’s a talent.” He slides my dress down over my hips, letting it pool on the floor. He holds my hand and helps me step out of it.

His eyes slowly drop to my toes as he drinks me in. I stand before him in a satin gold strapless bra and thong.

“Holy mother of fuck, Charlotte,” he whispers in awe. “You are so beautiful.”

He leans in and kisses me, his lips lingering over mine seeking permission. I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen our kiss.

“I’m just going to take the lead here. You tell me if something doesn’t feel right, okay?” he breathes against my lips.

I nod slowly.

He kisses me, walking me back until we hit the bed, and then he lays me down and lies beside me, leaning up on his elbow. My body is snug up against his, and I can feel his erection against my hip.

He kisses me, and with every slip of my tongue, his body moves to cover more of mine. His hands run over my bra and down over my underwear, and I can’t help but writhe beneath him.

For a long time we kiss, and drink each other in. It’s perfect. With every flick of his tongue, every bite of my neck, I feel myself floating higher and higher. It’s like he has a manual to my body and knows exactly what to do to drive me crazy. I can’t get close enough.

Our kisses turn frantic until he’s lying on top of me, his erection pressed against my sex. He’s hard, and his breathing is ragged. I feel out of control with this beautiful man on top of me.

He feels so good.

He leans and rests on one elbow, and with his eyes locked on mine, Spencer slides his hand into my underwear, sweeping his fingers through my wet, swollen flesh.

“Fuck me, you’re so wet, baby,” he whispers. “You’re soaking.”

I grip his forearm, eyes searching his. I should stop him… but I don’t want to.

His fingers begin to circle my clitoris, and I begin to see stars.

“Spence,” I moan, my back arching off the bed.

This is something else. It’s not at all awkward or horrible like I’d imagined it could be.

Spencer sits me up and reaches around to unclip my bra. His smile breaks free when his eyes drop to my full beasts. He leans down and kisses each of them in reverence. “So… beautiful.”

He slowly slides my underwear down my legs, removing and discarding them to the side.

“Fucking hell.” He groans, his hips driving forward without thought.

I close my eyes to try and block him out. All of this adoration from him is frying my brain.

I watch as his lips drop to my nipple, and he sucks carefully, his eyes closing.

“Hell, Charlotte, you are fucking delicious.”

I rock against him, our eyes are locked. His fingers circle and tease me, the sound of my arousal hanging in the air.

Is being this wet normal?

This is the weirdest thing. My body already knows what to do.

“That’s it, angel,” he whispers. “Ride my fingers.”

I pant and my legs clamp shut at once, but Spencer continues to circle… and circle, and… oh my fucking God.

He pulls his fingers out, and I blink rapidly.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, lifting my head from the pillow.

“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.” He smiles and throws me a sexy wink.

I pant wildly, and my head flops back to the bed with a thud.

That wink is the Devil at work, I swear. It could talk me into anything.

“Keep your eyes on my face,” he instructs as he hops out of his pants.

When he pulls down his briefs, my eyes widen in horror.

“You’re an appalling liar, Spencer Jones. That is not the smallest dick in the world.” I gasp. “That’s the biggest.”

His dick is large and hangs heavily between his legs. It’s dark pink and engorged with thick veins running down the length of it.

Good God.

Heaven help me. It looks scary… and hungry.

“I told you not to look there.” He smirks. He digs in the pocket of his trousers and takes out three condoms, placing them on the side table.

Oh my God, oh my God…

He pushes me back down on the mattress, and then he kisses my breasts, my stomach, travelling lower and lower until I find myself cringing.

“No, Spence,” I whisper, placing my hands on the back of his head.

“What?” He looks up.

I shake my head. “Not that. Not tonight.” God, that’s just too intimate. I can’t stand the thought of it.

His face falls and I can see his disappointment, I internally kick myself. Damn it, …why did I say that?

“Okay, baby,” he whispers softly.

“I… I’m sorry.” I put my hand over my face.

“Don’t be sorry.” He crawls back up to lie beside me, smiling as he leans onto his elbow and looks down on me.

I run my fingers through his stubble and stare up at him.

“You’re staring,” I whisper.

“I know.” He leans down and kisses me. “You make me nervous, Charlotte.” He takes my hand and puts it over his heart where a hard, heavy thumping beats beneath my palm.

My eyes search his. “Why would you be nervous?”

“They were right. You are completely out of my league.”

I smile softly. “Let’s just pretend it’s your first time, too.”

He chuckles and rolls over me, never breaking our kiss.

“How did you lose your virginity?” I ask him.

He spreads my legs and pushes a finger inside of me. “You don’t want to know.”

My mouth falls open…

Oh God.

Satisfaction flashes across his face as he watches me, and he adds another finger, grinding himself against my hip to relieve some of his own tension. Another finger is slipped inside of me, and my head falls back. Slowly in and slowly out, his circular movements stretch me. I can hear the sound of my arousal as he works my body.

“Open your legs wider, angel,” he whispers.

My body rocks from the pressure of his fingers, and I shudder. He slowly pulls his hand away.

“You’re ready,” he whispers.

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. Am I?

Will I ever be ready for this?

He grabs a condom and rolls it on, and then with a succession of perfect kisses, Spencer rises above me.

“I’m just going to go quick, angel, okay? There is no easy way. It will sting for only a moment, I promise you.”

I stare up at him and my heart swells. Even as aroused as he is, he’s thinking of me, conscious of not hurting me.

“I trust you.” My breaths quiver as I stare up at him. He positions himself at my entrance and smiles down at me.

I giggle at the pure mischief on his face. “That is the look of the Devil if ever I saw it.”

He smirks coyly, and then he pushes forward and pins me to the mattress as hard as he can.

I cling to him, my face twisting in pain.

“Ooh…” I whimper.

His eyes find mine and I see confusion staring back at me. That’s when I know… he knows.

Suddenly I’m panicked, and this is too much… too intense.

“Spence,” I whisper.

“It’s okay, angel.” He slowly pulls out. “Kiss me,” he breathes before he pushes himself back in.

We kiss, tenderly and loving at first, as he slowly eases himself in and out. His breaths are ragged, and he jerks and shudders. His face is twisted up, like he’s the one in pain.

“W-what’s wrong?” I stammer, holding his face.

“Fuck.” He groans. “Angel, you feel too good. I can hardly hold it.”

What?

He closes his eyes, and I feel like he is trying to block me out while he gets into a rhythm; in, out… in… out.

It burns like fire.

He goes deeper and circles his arse, trying again to stretch me open. I get my first taste of pleasure and I can’t help but smile up at him.

His eyes open and see me. “You like that?”

I nod.

He does it again, and my smile grows.

“God, I do like that,” I rasp.

“What about when I do this?” He moves forward with force, almost winding me.

I frown, but not because I’m in pain, and Spencer circles again forcing me to smile.

He grabs my ankle and wraps my leg around his hip, and then he begins some kind of heavenly circular rhythm, while I feel like I’m going out of my damn mind.

His lips descend on mine, his hands finding their way underneath my behind as he lifts my body onto his so his dick is deep inside me… stretching me in ways that feel impossible.

Something deep inside begins to build, and I grip his shoulders to get closer to him. “Spence?”

“I know, angel. So fucking good.”

Our bodies begin to slap together, and I suddenly lurch forward, overcome with a feeling. I shudder and moan deeply, feeling a release from deep within me.

“Oh… fuck.” He groans, and he begins to hit me hard.

Slap, slap, slap goes our skin.

His eyes roll back and then he holds himself still, deep within me, unable to stop the sound of ecstasy leaving his lips.

I smile and cling to him. Did he just…?

He drops his head to my shoulder, and the two of us lay there panting. I can feel his heart beating hard against mine.

“You didn’t tell me you were in the Guinness Book of Records, too.” He pants.

“What for?” I frown.

“The most perfect sex of all time.”

He kisses me and holds me close, making me feel overcome with emotion.

He holds me tight as we pant and our hearts beat hard.

This feels special and intimate and I smile broadly as a silly thought crosses my mind.

“And just like that, Dolce fucked Gabbana.”

Spencer bursts out laughing and rolls off me, falling beside me as his deep belly laugh breaks the tension.

I smirk and lean on my elbow, resting my cheek in the palm of my hand. “What?”

“I think it’s Gabbana who fucked Dolce.”

I giggle; his joy is infectious. “Yeah, well, shut up or I’ll do it again.”

I wake to the feeling of his warmth behind me, and I smile sleepily, relieved to know he’s still here.

Spencer…

He didn’t want to leave me last night. He wanted to sleep beside me.

I roll over to face him, and he rolls onto his back, still fast asleep.

My eyes roam over his muscular arms and broad chest, slipping lower to his chiselled stomach, and then a ‘V’ of muscles that run from his stomach to his groin.

He has short, well-kept pubic hair, and his dick is semi-hard resting up against his stomach. His legs are spread wide and even his quad muscles are large and powerful.

He’s so beautiful.

His plump lips part and his eyes flutter open.

“Hmm.” He inhales deeply and reaches for me, pulling me across his chest.

“Good morning, my angel.” He kisses my temple and holds me close.

“Good morning.” I smile goofily, dropping a chaste kiss to his chest.

Now, that’s a good way to wake up.

He runs his fingers through my hair. “How did my girl sleep?” He kisses my forehead again.

“Great, thanks.”

I can feel his erection growing harder by the second.

“Is that thing hard in your sleep?”

“Men’s testosterone is replenished while they sleep, that’s why they wake up with an erection. Testosterone is at its highest in the morning.”

“Good to know.”

“I need the bathroom,” he says. When he gets up the blanket falls off of me. Feeling self-conscious, I quickly pull it back to cover myself. He frowns when he notices, but he doesn’t say anything. He simply disappears into the bathroom and returns with my robe.

“Here you go, baby.” He passes it to me with a soft kiss to the lips.

“Thank you.” I smile, my heart swelling. Thoughtful.

Spencer disappears back into the bathroom.

I quickly jump up and throw the robe on. “Would you like some water?” I ask.

“Please!” he calls out.

I walk out and down the stairs to go into the bathroom down there. I don’t want him to hear me on the toilet. This is all so foreign to me. I have so much to get used to.

I wash my hands and smile goofily at my reflection in the mirror.

“Oh my God,” I mouth to the messy just fucked blonde in the reflection.

“I know,” she mouths back.

I run my hands through my hair and wash my face before I head back upstairs.

When I get there, I find Spencer in the shower, and my heart sinks.

Is he leaving?

“Charlotte, come here, angel,” he calls to me.

I twist my fingers together nervously and walk in to find him soaping up his groin. “Are you getting in with me?” he asks.

“Oh… erm.” Shit.

He smiles warmly. “I’ve already seen you naked. Just get in with me so I can wash you.” He turns his back so I’m less self-conscious.

I smile, feeling stupid, and I slowly untie my robe and take it off. Then I step in behind him.

He turns and his eyes hold mine. He wraps himself around me, pulling me under the hot water. He takes the soap and begins to wash my back, my stomach, my shoulders…. my sex, eventually turning me back to him for a kiss.

“What are you doing today?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

“I’m not ready to leave you.”

“You’re not?”

“Can I stay?” he asks, brushing his lips against mine.

“For as long as you want.”

“I’ll stay today and leave tonight after your guards have gone.” He exhales slowly.

“Okay.”

We kiss and he holds me tight.

“Are you sore?” he asks.

“I’m okay.” I am sore, but I want him.

Our kiss turns frantic. Eventually, he turns the shower off and pulls me out.

“I need you in bed. Now.”

He wraps me in a towel and dries me off. Before I know it, he is leading me out into the bedroom. Ah, this could be painful. I didn’t think this through at all.

“Can we try something different?” he asks.

I stare at him. Like what?

“Can you get on your knees for me?”

Still, I stare at him.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

I nod, unable to string two words together. He positions me on the bed on my knees, and then pulls me over to the side of the bed. He points to the mirror in front of us. “Watch, Charlotte.” He leans down and kisses my behind. “Watch me fuck you.”

My breath catches, and I look up into the mirror. I watch him slowly roll the condom on, putting saliva onto his fingertips before he rubs it into the lips of my sex. He hisses when he feels me. I’m already wet.

He smiles darkly at our reflections, and positions himself at my entrance before he slowly pushes himself inside.

My mouth falls open at the feel of him.

He pulls out and then pushes back in, and he gives me a sexy wink through the mirror.

Unable to help it, I giggle. “You and that wink,” I tease.

He pulls out and then slams in hard, forcing my mouth to fall open.

“No talking while I fuck you.” He smirks.

“Yes.” I smile.

“Yes, sir.”

He circles his cock deep inside of me, and that is one hell of a delicious movement. Before I know it, he has my hip bones in his hands, and he is riding me hard.

His mouth hangs slack as he watches us in the mirror, and I can do nothing but hold on. He hits me hard, his eyes flickering with arousal.

Last night was for me. This is for him.

The sheer pleasure on his face is a wonder. My breasts bounce as he hits me, and I’m totally entranced by the sight of this beautiful man in all his glory.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He shudders, as if he’s about to lose control.

He reaches around and circles his thumb over my clitoris, making my body contract.

“Let me have it,” he growls as his cock hits me harder and harder.

“Oh God,” I sigh. “Oh… oh!” I cry out, and I grab the sheets beneath me as an orgasm rips through my body at once. Spencer pushes me down, forcing my arse in the air, and then he takes what he needs.

Deep, hard thrusts hit me until I’m seeing stars. He goes on and on, and then he holds himself deep inside, and I feel him jerk and lose control.

I fall to the bed in a heap. Spencer tenderly kisses my shoulder from behind. “You’re a fucking deviant,” he pants.

I smile against the sheets.

“I think I’m addicted.”

The hot water runs over us and I smile against the warmth of Spencer’s large chest. It’s Sunday afternoon, and we are in the shower and in some heavenly alternate universe. Spencer soaps up his hands and begins to wash me again, this is our third shower together. And I have to say, I’m addicted to having someone worship my body under hot water this way.

He rubs his two soapy hands over my breasts.

“Hmm.” He wraps his large arms around me and holds me tight. “I have to go to the pharmacy.”

“What for?”

“Condoms.”

My face falls. “Oh.” I think for a moment. “If you leave now, you can’t come back. The guards will see you.”

He frowns. “Fuck’s sake.” He exhales heavily, turns me, and continues washing my back.

“I don’t like this at all. How long are you going to hide me?” he huffs.

“I could go to the pharmacy?” I offer. “You could stay here and rest. I’ll go with the boys. Just tell me what you need.”

He turns me by the shoulders and smirks down at me. The water is running down over his face. He looks simply gorgeous.

“Don’t you think they’re going to be suspicious of you buying twenty-nine boxes of monster-cock condoms?”

I burst out laughing. “Well, probably, but how about one box of snake-cock condoms instead.” I run my fingers through his stubble. “They’ll stay outside while I go in. I do have some privacy.”

He falls serious as he stares down at me. There’s this feeling of closeness between us that I can’t explain.

“We’re good together,” he whispers.

I smile up at him. “I know.”

He kisses me and holds me tight, and the emotion in his kiss nearly tears my heart wide open.

“What are you going to cook me for dinner?” I ask, just to take the seriousness out of the situation.

He grabs my behind and pins me to the wall. “Cock stew.”

Half an hour later, we are sitting downstairs in the living room. I’m wearing a white robe and Spencer is wrapped in a white towel. He’s practically been naked ever since he got here.

He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle him. We kiss and he flicks the towel to the side, grinding me over his hard penis.

He lifts my gown so that we are skin on skin. “This beautiful pussy of yours is going to get me in trouble.”

I smile down at him. Who knew I could be so naughty?

“Spencer.”

He bites my neck.

“We have no condoms left,” I remind him.

His mouth begins to ravage my neck, and he growls playfully. I have to get up and run to the kitchen to escape him.

He sprints after me, each of us on either side of the kitchen island.

“When I get you,” he smirks, “you’re going to pay for running away from me.”

I raise a brow. “And what are you going to do to me?”

His eyes blaze with arousal, and he chuckles. “I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock.” He wiggles his sexy eyebrows. “No condoms required for that.”

My mouth drops open and I laugh out loud. This man kills me.

The front door suddenly opens.

We both stop still, eyes wide.

“Who’s that?” he mouths.

“Lottie? It’s me, Beth. I found Alexander in the foyer of the hotel. I brought him up with me,” she calls loudly. It sounds like the two of them are walking through the apartment.

“Hi, Lottie,” Alexander calls.

“Just a minute!” I call. “I’m not decent.”

My eyes widen, and I begin to slap a very naked Spencer in total panic.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

Spencer’s eyes light up with excitement. He thinks this is hilarious.

Oh.

My.

God.