Page 55 of Scarred Heart

“It helps when your best friend owns a studio with an animation division.He owed me at least half a dozen favors,” Spencer explained, chuckling.“But I made sure everybody got paid double.What do you think?”

“I think it’s very sweet that our daughter now knows where she came from,” I pointed out.“And I think I love you.No.IknowI love you.”

His gaze softened as he tucked a finger under my chin, raising it until we were eye-to-eye.“Thank God because I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t.”

“Kiss!”Hannah squealed.“Aren’t you going to kiss her?”

Once we finished laughing, I wound my arms around his neck.“One thing you’re going to learn about her.She’s impossible to say no to.”

“Like her mother,” he murmured, kissing me.It was soft and sweet, full of the promise of a future.Our future.

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Normally,I wouldn’t have given up a Saturday night with Hannah for the world.But tonight, there was a lot of talking to do.Planning.Not to mention making up for lost time.So when Mom offered to take Hannah, giving us time alone together, I couldn’t say no, especially when Hannah seemed so damn determined to send us on our way.Spencer promised to pick her up in the morning so we could go to breakfast.The simplest thing, yet it meant the world.

The day had started with me forcing myself out of bed, reminding myself that I owed it to my daughter to be present.Now, we were in the elevator up to Spencer’s penthouse.I was holding the hand of the man I loved, a man who loved me, and this was the first day of the rest of our lives together.I had no doubt this was it.

This was real.

This was always.

It was clear from the second we were inside the apartment that conversation would have to wait.His hands were on me right away, pulling me close, running over my hips and ass as he lowered his head for a kiss so much deeper and hotter than the one we had exchanged in the theater.The sort of kiss that made my toes curl and my pussy moisten.

He picked me up, and I wrapped myself around him, lost in the kiss, lost in him as he stumbled his way through his living room and down the hall into the bedroom.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he grunted out, his body stretched out on top of mine once we reached the bed, his mouth doing unspeakable things to every inch of skin he found.I made it easier, unbuttoning my jeans between kisses and pushing them over my hips and down my thighs before pulling his polo shirt over his head so I could feast on the masterpiece that was his chiseled body.For a long time, it was enough to explore each other, to kiss and caress.My body lit up with more than pleasure.It was pure joy.I was back where I belonged.

He worshiped me, honored me, kneeled between my legs, and slid away my panties before kissing a path up my thighs, spreading them.His deep, contented sigh made goose bumps pebble my skin.“How did I ever convince myself I could live without this?”he asked, slowly running the flat of his tongue over my slit.

Pretty soon, there was nothing I could do but close my eyes and give myself over to him, to this.The tip of his tongue flicked a quick rhythm against my clit, his throaty groans telling me how much he loved tasting me, making me roll my hips and grind against his face.He was right.I couldn’t have lived without this.

“God, you’re so damn good at this,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair while I held his head in place.

The heat built the way it always did.I trusted it and went with it, knowing Spencer wouldn’t make me regret it.His tongue moved faster, his deep grunts vibrating through me.“Yes… don’t stop, I’m gonna come…” My legs clenched around his head, and I squealed at the height of the wave before it crashed, and there was nothing but sweet, warm bliss.All of the tension of the past couple of weeks dissolved.

It wasn’t enough.Only a drop in the bucket compared to how desperately I needed him.“Come here.”I held my arms out, and he crawled up the length of my body, kissing me slowly as we continued undressing each other.I would never tire of his beauty, his firm muscles and strong arms that made me feel so safe.

That wasn’t what was on my mind by the time he unrolled a condom and pulled me across the bed until my ass was on the edge.I squealed with laughter while he braced my legs against his chest, standing in front of me.

There was no laughing when he drove himself deep in one punishing thrust, almost without warning.I wasted no time using the leverage he had given me, pushing against his chest with my legs, fucking him while he fucked me.There would be plenty of time for making love.This was about giving ourselves what we’d both craved for too long.I knew it without the words being spoken, one of those things that didn’t need to be said.

“F-fuck me… Spencer,” I whispered, the words pouring out, my chest heaving, my body flushing, and my soul singing.Every nerve in my body was on fire, but it was a blaze I didn’t want to extinguish.Not ever.

I was already halfway to another orgasm when he added a thumb to my clit, stroking it in time with the deep, hard strokes he delivered with his dick.“Fuck, that’s good!Don’t stop!”I whimpered.I was too happy.It felt too good.I thought we would never do this again.

“So damn tight… your pussy is squeezing me, ready to come for me…” he gritted out, his teeth clenched, grunting like a wild, dangerous animal.An animal who wanted nothing more than to slam himself into me until my legs shook and I sobbed his name.

It hit me like a speeding train, shattering me.“Spencer!”And then I couldn’t hear anything over the blood roaring in my ears.Tears rolled down the sides of my face, but I was laughing, too, completely lost in emotions so intense I didn’t know what to do with them.The floodgates opened, and there was no closing them, but it was good, so good.

He finished with a roar, and it was even better to curl up against him once he collapsed onto the bed.To feel his heart beating under my palm when I touched it to his chest.To listen as his breathing slowed the way mine did.

“Thank you,” I whispered once I had regained the ability to speak without panting.

“For that?You never have to thank me for that.”With an arm under his head, he smirked at me.“It’s not like I don’t get anything out of it.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I told him, laughing softly.“Thank you for today.Thank you for going to all that effort to do something special.”

“It was all Hannah’s idea.”When I arched an eyebrow, he shrugged.“I mean it.We brainstormed a few ideas, and she said something about happily ever after, just like in a movie.”

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