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“Too long.”

He kisses me deeply and my body throbs with anticipation. He pulls away only long enough to grab a condom out of the box and slide it on. Then he settles between my legs, pulling them up so my knees are bent on either side of him. He leans down, kissing me, beginning his first, slow thrust.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.”

I gasp as my body stretches to accommodate him. He continues to move slowly, letting me adjust. I wiggle my hips, finding just the right angle for him to slide all the way in.

He rests there for a moment.

“What do you need?” he asks.

I search his eyes, consumed with lust and something more.

“Hard. Fast. Give me everything.”

He flashes me a grin before kissing me and then biting my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth as he starts to move. Slow at first, then faster and faster, harder and deeper with each thrust. I moan and grip his shoulders, meeting his hips with mine. In love with the sound of our bodies coming together and the headboard rattling against the wall. I try to keep up with the rhythm he sets, but after a while, it’s too much and I wrap one leg around his waist to anchor myself to him and ride the wave. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and drives into me, the pleasure building and building.

“Spencer,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice. “Fuck. I—”

I lose the ability to formulate words. I grip his shoulders tighter and he moves faster, harder. I can’t take anymore. And then my body breaks for the second time. I scream as my release floods me, rushing through my body. He continues to move, sending my orgasm higher until he groans against me, my name on his lips, his body shuddering as his own orgasm takes him as well.

We both breathe heavily, a tangle of bodies on the bed. He stirs first, kissing my shoulder and neck where his head still rests.

“You are a goddess,” he says, his lips sliding along my skin.

“Does that make you a god?” I ask, laughter in my voice.

He lifts a shoulder in a shrug and moves to hover over me. “It’s up to you, firecracker. Was I a god?”

I hold up my hand, squeezing my thumb and finger together. “Almost.”

“You deserve a spanking for that,” he says, rising off of me. “Turn over.”

I laugh again and reach up to pull his face back to mine, kissing him dreamily. He strokes his thumb over my cheekbone, lifting his lips, but not going too far. “Let me get cleaned up and then we’ll start on round two.”

“Round two?” I ask, anticipation already swirling in my core.

“Of course. I need a chance to change that almost into an absolutely.” He kisses me and winks. Then he’s up, getting rid of the condom and cleaning up. I watch from my place in his bed. He is so hot that just looking at him is making me want him again. I smile as I realize, the night is young.

Chapter 4

Spencer

In the morning, I wake to sunlight streaming in through the window and a soft, warm weight on my chest. I look down at the tangled rainbow and blonde hair spread around slim, satin shoulders.

I close my eyes with a smile, enjoying the simple pleasure of waking up with a firecracker goddess in my arms. It doesn’t take long for her to stir against me, lifting her head to look up at me.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” I say. “You didn’t leave.”

She rolls her stunning eyes, more blue than green this morning. “How could I? Every time I woke up and thought about it, you woke up as well and we ended up having sex again.”

I grin. “Yeah, we did. Do you want to get some breakfast?”

She hesitates, a worried look in her eyes.

“No pressure, Lis. I just figure we’re both probably hungry.”

“I thought this might be…”

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