Page 26 of Sinful Secrets

“You like that?” He growls out as he pounds my pussy like he owns it.

He does. No one has ever made me feel this good before. No one has ever been this attentive to my wants and needs.

I dig my nails into his skin, clenching at his shoulders as he pins me deeper into his mattress.

“Spencer.” I moan as my stomach clenches with need.

My walls clamp down as our groans and whimpers fill the air. Our gazes meet and for a second, I swear I see love and adoration swirl in his eyes.

It’s enough to send me over the edge, diving headfirst into the land of ecstasy. We stare at each other as he reaches his orgasm.

It’s a perfect, blissful moment. One that I wish we could stay in forever.

He collapses on top of me. His chest rises and falls in repetition as his breathing tries to get back to normal.

For a moment, I feel like I have it all.

Love.

Family.

A home.

Things that I’ve been running from but am desperately seeking. I feel like I have it all when I’m with Spencer. My heart thumps in my chest.

He could take it all away. All the comfort and safety I feel with him. It could all be gone in a second, and that scares me more than not paying my tuition and having a future in fashion.

Spencer rolls over and disappears through a door for a few moments before returning to his bedroom.

“How about I give you a tour or my apartment?” He says as he throws on his clothes.

“Yeah, that would be great.” I sit up and gather my clothes. My feet sink into the plush carpet as I quickly get dressed.

He grabs my hand and navigates through the dark.

A second later, soft blue lighting illuminates the living room, dining area, and kitchen, casting an intimate and romantic feel over the area.

“Wow, this is beautiful.”

It’s very modern and open. The white granite and white counters make the small kitchen appear large, bright, and welcoming. Even his light tan furniture enhances the welcoming feel.

“This has the feel and the look of a house, not an apartment.”

Spencer wraps his arms around me from behind. “Is that a bad thing?”

I shake my head. “It’s a great thing.”

He points toward the kitchen. “The corner door is the pantry and the one next to it is the laundry room.”

Turning us around, he says, “This door leads to the bathroom. The door near the shower leads to the bedroom.”

“And you have a balcony?”

He opens the blinds and pulls open the door. “It overlooks the Olympic sized pool, which has a retractable roof over the entire deck for year round swimming.”

This is so out of my comfort level. This is too luxurious for me, but I can see myself enjoying a pool party here with Spencer.

“Thank you for showing me where you live.”

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