Page 10 of My Bossy Valentine

Spencer curses. He strides to the door, slams it closed, and turns the lock. His hand lingers on the doorknob, and I sense reason trying to return.

No. I want this too much. I wiggle my sweater dress out from underneath my hips and pull it over my head, revealing my lacy black bra and panties.

He watches my movements, gaze drifting over my body and back up. “Jesus.” His eyes narrow when he sees my hair. Then he's prowling toward me, intent written in every hard line of his body.

I clench my thighs, waiting for his next move. Waiting to feel the strength I see.

Spencer cups my head and pulls my mouth to his. His lips cover mine, licking, nibbling, claiming them. Then he spears his hands into my hair, releasing the pins. I hear thetink, tink, tinkas they bounce off his desk. He wraps a thick strand of my hair in his fist and draws me closer. “Is this what you want, Avery?”

Chapter Six

Spencer

Avery wraps her legsaround my waist, drawing me into the heat between her thighs. My dick pushes against my fly, eager to be closer to heaven.

“Yes. Touch me,” she whispers against my neck. “I need to feel you.”

I tug her mouth back to mine, sweeping my tongue inside. Her skin is like satin beneath my other hand. Desire shreds my veins. Makes me bleed for her. I trail my lips over her chin and down her neck. She smells like a spring garden. Like the roses and lilies in the bouquet on her desk, but sweeter, spicier. A scent that is only Avery. I breathe her in, memorizing the scent.

Releasing her hair, I grip her hips and pull her to the edge of the desk. She teeters there, balanced half on the desk, half onme. I rotate my hips, grinding my cock against her hot core. The fabric between us is torture.

Avery wraps her arms around my neck, anchoring herself to me.

The trust she's giving, letting me hold her on the brink of my desk as I explore her, fills my chest with a feeling I can't describe. I've never felt this way with another woman. Not even Bianca, my traitorous ex-fiancé, whom I thought I loved. I gave years of my life to her and never felt an ounce of the emotions swirling in my chest right now. I know that’s fucked up, but it solidifies my conviction that this time, things are different.

It's more than physical with Avery.

Yes, I want to fuck her until she screams my name. I also want to hear her laugh. I want to see her smile when she hands me coffee in the morning and chatters about the barista. I want to know what brought her to Hope Peak. What brought her tome.

She twists her hips, rubbing against my hard cock. Then her hands are tugging at my dress shirt, pulling the buttons free. “More.”

I pull back only far enough to open the cuffs and rip it over my head. Her hands go right to my ink. She traces the phoenix tattoo that covers my left side and most of my arm. I got it after my ex-fiancé left me. A reminder of the life I’d had to rebuild from ashes.

“It’s beautiful,” she says.

I don’t want to talk about the tattoo or the past. I bring her lips back to mine. Our kiss is hungrier this time, needy. I have to touch her. Skimming my hands down her neck, I trace them over her shoulders, down her arms to her waist. Her lacy panties match her bra. Do they always or just for me to see today? I'll buy her a thousand matching sets, just to know she's wearing something from me. A sexy siren hiding under her clothes.

I trail my fingertips over the edge of her panties, teasing with my touch, then feel the warmth of her skin as I skim up to cup her breasts. They're the perfect size for my hands.

She arches her back, pressing closer, asking without words for more.

Tugging one lace cup aside, I pinch her nipple gently, making it harder for me. “I'm going to suck these pretty nipples, Avery. Lick them until you beg for more.”

She squirms in my arms, pressing harder against my cock. “Yes. I want your mouth.”

“Where?” I demand.

“My lips. My breasts.” She lowers those sapphire blue eyes and tugs her lower lip between her teeth. “My thighs.”

Fuck. I pull her bra straps down, baring her breasts to my greedy gaze. “So fucking beautiful.” I suck one nipple into my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue. She tastes spicier than I imagined, making me leak in my boxers.

Avery runs her fingers through my hair, gripping the strands tight. The tug of pain sends a fresh wave of pre-cum through me. Jesus, have I ever been this hard?

I tease her other breast for half a heartbeat, then trail my lips over the soft skin of her belly. “Lay back for me, honey,” I murmur against her, not willing to lift my mouth for even a second. I guide her back onto my desk with one hand, the other holding her tight to me. She's safe in my arms. I won't let her fall.

“Spencer.” Her breathy voice is music to my soul.

“I'm here. Right where you need me.” To prove it, I slip my hand inside her panties and stroke her slick folds. “So wet for me.”

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