Page 103 of Why Not Both?

He opens his eyes, searching mine.

“Did you know, the night we met, I saw you and I didn’t see your sister? Have you ever wondered why that was? Because I have. For the past four months, I’ve been trying to figure it out. You’re identical twins. If it was just looks, I should have been attracted to you both. But I only saw you, Lis. You’re the only one I’ve seen since that night. You’re the only one I want to see.”

I pull his head down to me, fusing our lips together. My body presses tight against him. He breaks the kiss to begin a trail along my jaw to the spot beneath my ear.

I groan. “You have no idea how mad I am that there’s no furniture in here.”

He chuckles against my skin sending shivers through me. “There’s a counter right there, firecracker.”

“I can’t have sex in the kitchen,” I say, aghast.

His laugh is louder this time. He pulls back, looking down at me. “Don’t tell me the chef has never had sex in a kitchen before.”

“Of course not. I am a professional.”

He gives me a sly grin. “That doesn’t mean anything particularly relevant. We’re going to have to christen this kitchen first, then. Though I warn you, I fully intend on fucking you in every room in this place.” He pulls me against him again, pressing his hard cock into my belly so I know exactly how much he wants me. “As well as my office at Blue Vista. And your office. And your kitchen.” He kisses my neck, making my head drop to the side to give him more access. His hands find the hem of the hoodie. “Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about stripping this from your body?”

“Since the first morning back in April?” I guess, my voice breathy. “I mean, that explains why you kept insisting I wear it.”

“Got it in one, firecracker.” Then he skims his fingers underneath the sweater, lifting it slowly up and over my head. “Like unwrapping the best gift ever,” he says before his head drops and his lips fasten around one of my already hard nipples.

His arms press me to him, travelling down my bare back and pushing the skirt and underwear down my legs, letting them fall to the floor. Then his arms tighten around my ass, lifting me up.

I squeak and grab his shoulders, but he doesn’t falter as he sets me on the counter. I make another squeaking sound as my skin touches the cold surface. He’s laughing at me as his lips find mine again. I bite his lip in retaliation, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t the punishment I want it to be.

“Hang on a minute,” I say. “Why am I undressed and you’re still fully clothed?”

“Noticed that, did you?” he says with a grin.

He’s wearing work clothes, so there are buttons on this shirt and I start at the top, undoing them, letting my fingers brush his skin as I work my way down.

“You’re taking too long,” he says, his voice husky.

“Do you want me to rip it open? Because that might be a little awkward when we get to work later.”

He stops my hands and just pulls the shirt over his head, dropping it to join my clothes on the floor. He finishes the movement with his hands at his fly, pushing his pants down and letting his cock out to play. I reach between us, circling the velvety length with my fingers, stroking lightly from base to tip.

“As much as I love your hands on me, firecracker, I need to eat that pussy. This is the kitchen, after all.”

My laughter changes to a gasp as he drops to his knees, spreads my legs wide, and drags his hot tongue along my slit.

My fingers thread through his hair as I try to pull him closer. The kitchen fades from my sight as my world narrows to his mouth and his tongue sucking and licking on my swollen flesh. I shift closer to the edge of the counter, giving him room to work as his tongue finds my clit and two fingers delve inside. I moan, my head dropping back.

“Spencer. I need more. Faster.”

He doesn’t respond with words, just takes the request and starts moving his fingers faster in and out of me, sucking my clit between his lips making me jolt with the feeling. I’m trembling with need, rocking my body against his face, climbing higher and higher as his tongue laps against me. He finds the exact right spot, and the exact right rhythm, and my fingers tighten in his hair.

“There. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

I barely get the words out before the orgasm begins, tightening my body, shattering my soul. I haven’t stopped shuddering my release when he removes his fingers from my pussy and stands, sliding me off the counter and onto his hard, eager cock. I sigh as he fills me, my muscles quivering around him.

“Lis,” he groans in my ear. “You feel amazing. Your pussy is so hot and tight.”

Plastered against him, my arms around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist, I laugh. “Well, are you just going to stand there or are we going to fuck?”

He presses me back against the counter, the edge of it biting into my ass, but then he thrusts into me again and I lose all ability to think of anything other than his dick stroking deep inside me. I cling to his shoulders, my fingers digging in as he drives into me.

“Tell me again, Lis,” Spencer says, his thrusts hard and deep. “Tell me you love me.”

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