Page 33 of One Hot Moment

"You heard the lady, Duane."

"Sure thing, Spence."

I snuggle up to Spencer while Duane drives out of the parking garage and heads toward the other side of town. That's where Spencer's apartment is. A few minutes into our journey, I have to speak up. "You're awfully quiet tonight, Spence. Nervous about, um, our plans for the evening?"

"Not at all." He leans in until his lips graze my ear. Then he whispers, "I don't care to share our plans with Duane. I also can't think coherently when your luscious body is plastered to mine, and I'm plotting all the things I'd like to do to you tonight."

"If you can't manage a coherent thought, how can you plot anything?"

He smiles and nuzzles my ear. "Exactly."

Despite the fact his response made no sense, I let it go. Don't give a damn about sense right now. I want hot sex with my boss. For this one evening, though, he's not my boss. We signed those HR papers, anyway, so nobody can complain about me dating the chief risk analyst.

Since I'll be spending the night at Spencer's place, Duane drops us off at the curb rather than pulling into the parking garage. We walk through the main doors just as Duane drives away. Spencer keeps his arm around my shoulders. The doorman barely notices us, and the security guard in the lobby pays little attention to us either. We ride the elevator all the way to the sixth floor with no one else around to complain about the fact we're kissing the whole time.

When we walk into his apartment, I start to remove my raincoat. But I don't get the chance.

Spencer backs me up to the door and seals his mouth over mine.

I relax into the kiss, slackening my jaw, all but begging him to kiss me senseless. The second he snakes his tongue around mine, I sag against the door and moan. He takes it slow, as if he wants to explore every millimeter of my lips and mouth, gliding his tongue deftly and sensually, arousing me even more with every passing second. I'm getting slick between my thighs. A sensuous heat ripples through me, awakening my sex, ensuring I can't move even if I wanted to, though I have no desire to move away from this man.

Spencer shifts one hand down to my ass.

I latch my leg around his thigh.

He fists his other hand in my hair.

And I push a hand between our bodies to palm his growing erection. When I start rubbing my hand up and down, he gasps into my mouth and grabs that hand to stop me.

"Not yet, love. I don't want to go off prematurely."

"Good point. Sorry."

We fuse our lips again. But this time, we blindly struggle to remove our coats while still devouring each other's mouths. Two thwop sounds assure me our coats are now lying on the floor. I kick off my shoes and frantically work to unbutton his shirt, while he fights with my dress. The zipper is in back, and it can't be easy to undo that while blind and desperately turned on.

I've never been this hot for a man. Not ever.

My dress falls to the floor with a thwump.

Spencer peels his body away from me, just a few inches, but still can't give up my mouth. He kicks his legs, and I hear two more noises, thwacks that suggest his shoes have flown across the room. I kick mine away. Wearing only a bra and panties, I grasp the button on his slacks and try to undo it, but I wind up yanking the button off, making it clatter across the floor.

Another thwump tells me that Spencer just shed his pants.

Finally, he breaks the kiss. Breathing hard, he rakes his gaze over me from head to toe. His erection is full-blown now, the big bulge unmistakable. "I want to remove your bra and knickers."

"Go ahead, it's fine by me."

He grasps the middle of my bra and yanks.

Chapter Fifteen

Spencer

If I'd thought her bra would split apart when I yanked on it hard enough, I was a bloody fool. Three times I try, and three times the blasted thing won't give way. It always looks so easy in films and television series. One good yank always destroys a woman's bra. I probably shouldn't take my cues from fiction.

Tabitha spins around. "I'm sure you can get the clasps. Hurry, please, I need you inside me so badly."

"I need that too. Might have a stroke if this takes much longer."

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