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“I don’t know if I can,” I say between panting. “I’ve never done more than two. But please do it. I need to feel so full of you.”
With his pupils blown wide, he nods.
He licks me, groaning after he does it, and then adds another finger. “You’re taking them so well, Buttercup. Is this what you needed?”
He’s going so slow and I’m sure it’s to not hurt me but I’m going crazy. “I know you’re trying to be gentle or whatever, but I need you to fuck me with your fingers. Hard. I’m right there but I just needmore.”
He comes up to kiss me and it leaves me breathless. He gently nips at my thighs before entering me again with such vigor that I gasp. It feels incredible, full, and exactly what I needed.
“God, Spence. That’s so good.”
Then I feel his teeth on my inner thigh again, but this time, he bites harder while simultaneously curling his fingers and I'm undone.
I come with his name on my lips and ride out the feel of his fingers inside of me with his tongue lapping me up. I finally settle back down to earth and I’m suddenly so tired.
I also realize, I’m crying.
Whyam I crying?
And of course, Spencer catches it.
“I’m going to go wash my hands and mouth and get something to clean you up, then we will talk about what’s going through your head right now. Okay?”
After he walks out, I quickly get underneath the covers and try to calm myself before he comes back. What if he thinks I regret what we did? Because it’s not that.
God it’s really not.
I’m brought out of my panic when he returns with two rags, one wet, the other dry. Spencer crawls up on the bed. I try reaching for one of the rags, he pulls it away. “Buttercup, please let me do this for you. Let me finish taking care of you.”
I nod. As he cleans me up, the tears begin to fall again. He grabs the T-shirt for me to put on—like he knew I’d be too uncomfortable to sleep naked. “I’m sorry for crying. It’s totally ruining what we just did.”
“It’s not ruining anything. Yeah, I hate to see you cry, but we’re okay. If you’d rather not talk about it tonight, that’s okay with me.”
Sniffling, I shake my head. “I don’t think I can right now. I need time to process.”
“Okay, Buttercup.”
Spencer gets up to blow out the candles, pitching us into darkness and me into my head.
Chapter 23
Spencer
Last night was incredible.
The feelings I thought I’d been shoving deep,deepdown have resurfaced with a vengeance. I’m no saint—I’ve been with plenty of women. But getting Emmaline to come all over my tongue with my fingers deep inside her is something I’ll never get over.
Yet somehow, I wake up alone in bed. I’d hoped I could at least make sure she was okay with everything that happened between us before we left. Making my way downstairs, I hear laughter between my mom and Emmy which can only mean one thing.
The baby photos.
I swear my mother lives to embarrass me. Before I’m able to make my presence known, I hear my mom bring up the articles and pictures from the tabloids and I freeze.
“I saw an interesting picture or two of you in those gossip magazines. I wasn’t planning on saying anything since you were only going to be here a few hours. However, fate threw me a bone. So I have to ask, are you still seeing that football player while trying to date my son?”
“June, I promise you, there’s nothing between Chance and me. Not since I walked into my own home to hear him with another woman. He hasn’t seemed to grasp that it’s been over between us for a while.”
I hear a sigh before Emmaline continues, “He was very controlling and now that he isn’t able to control me anymore, he’s been spiraling. Trying to save face in the press and making it seem like I’m the one who cheated. I completely understand if you don’t want me with your son because of every—”
