Page 9 of Hidden Confessions

Spencer shuddered at my touch, a soft whimper escaping his mouth. I could tell how much he wanted it, but I wanted to tease him, push a bit more. “You know how I function, Spence. If you want something from me, you have to use your words to get it, don’t you?”

“Please . . . come on.”

“Uh-uh.” I pulled back when he leaned in to chase after my lips.

“Come on, Finn. You know what I want.”

“Do I?”

He gave me a blank, steady stare, his gaze intense. “Are you going to make me say it?”

I nodded, a sly grin playing at the corners of my mouth. I was fully enjoying watching him get flustered. “Tell me. How much do you want this?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. His voice came out rougher this time.

“I want you so badly, Finn. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew. I fought it. I tried to ignore this pull, this desire, but it only grew stronger and stronger.

Now that you’re leaving, I can’t shake this feeling. Tell me, why am I willing to risk everything for one night with you? Why do I feel like I’ll die if I don’t have you tonight?”

Oh, god.

I moved with lightning speed, capturing his mouth in a heartbeat. This time it was no gentle kiss. Teeth clashed. Tongues tangled. Someone got bit. It tasted like blood. My tongue explored his mouth, tracing every fold, every crevice.

I wanted more.

My fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, wanting more access... more skin. Spencer returned the favor, though he seemed to struggle as he fiddled with the buttons on my shirt. He hesitated for a moment before unzipping my pants too, pushing them down my thighs. I slipped out of them.

He stopped to stare me down as his swollen lips parted and closed, taking the sight in.

“You’re staring.”

“I know,” he responded with a small, sheepish smile. “Couldn’t resist.”

“Couldn’t resist, huh?”

I pulled his pants down along with his boxers, leaving him bare. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him: his lean body, pale skin tinged with pink hues, his chest rising and falling with each breath, face flushed, eyes glazed with desire, cock hard and twitching and already dripping with need for me.

Fuck.

I found that mouth of his again, kissing him until he was gasping and trembling in my arms. I never knew a mouth could be so addicting. I could kiss him forever.

Flipping him around, I bent him over the desk. A small laugh escaped his lips, and he turned back to look at me over his shoulder. My eyebrow raised in question. Was this too much for him? If he wanted to stop I would, but I could feel him eagerly rubbing his ass against me.

“This is Tracy’s desk, you know?” he said.

I shrugged, smiling back. “Serves her right for her big mouth.”

I reached for my pants, for my wallet, taking out the lube packet and condom stashed at the back. “This will be one thing she’ll never know to gossip about.”

Spencer’s gaze shifted to the condom and lube in my hand. “Interesting.”

“What? I always carry these in case of... emergencies.”

“I didn’t ask,” he replied, the smile on his face growing wider. “I guess this qualifies as an emergency then?”

He had no idea.

I brought my hand down with a sharp slap against his round bottom, the sound cracking through the room, eliciting a surprised yelp from him, followed by laughter.

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