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The thing is, I’m not even ashamed.

Spencer is definitely enjoying the moans tearing out of me, because I feel him harden beneath me. The thin sweatpants aren’t enough of a barrier to stop the heat radiating off the both of us. And I let myself grind against him. He releases the sexiest groan, pulling back from the kiss to throw his head back, all while squeezing my ass.

All that does is spur me on. My flimsy pajama shorts ride up my hips, creating a sort of thong effect and increasing the pressure to my clit. Heat builds, like steam out of a tea kettle.I’m so close that I’m shocked. I rock, grinding back and forth, feeling his dick twitch against me.

My thighs are slick with how much I need this—need him.My movements become jerky, announcing to not only me, but to Spencer that I’mright there.So close I could cry. Suddenly, Spencer jumps up, holding me in his arms while I shamelessly try to chase my release.

I hear it before I feel it.

Thwack.

“You will not come without my hands on you. Got that, Shortstack?”

“Did you—did you justspank me?”

He continues forward, taking me to his room. “Damn right I did. You’re going to come on my fingers and then my tongue, not in my lap with clothes between us. All while I tell you how perfect you are. Hownotbroken you are. And you’re going to watch me the whole time.”

Can you orgasm from someone telling you how they’re going to get you off? Because I think I had a mini one just now.

Mental note to Google that later.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m thrown down on the bed looking up at Spencer. His pupils are blown so wide there’s no color left in them.

“Strip.”

That’s all he says. Rather than play coy about undressing myself, I quickly pull off my shirt. Hearing his gasp fuels me and I lift my hips off the bed to pull the shorts down. In my head, I’m doing this quickly. But it’s not fast enough for the man in front of me because he yanks my shorts down so hard and fast that I hear what sounds like seams ripping apart.

Then he’s kneeling down in front of me, hunger rolling off of him in waves. I hold my breath waiting for him to tell me what to do next. When he finally moves, it’s to take off the knee-high socks. He guides them down one by one, painfully slow, until I’m left in nothing while he’s still fully clothed.

Granted, he’s pitching a pretty impressive tent in his pants.

“I hardly think it’s fair I’m completely naked while you stand there fully dressed.”

Without speaking, he lifts his shirt over his head. And not by the hem. But in the sexy way men in movies do it. Never breaking eye contact with me except for when it covers his face.

I think I moan out loud at the sight of him. But I can’t be sure because he’s pulling the sweatpants down and his dick manages to break free. And I think I stop breathing. It’s so red and angry with pre-cum spilling onto the floor.

This time I know I moan. He didn’t let me see him when we were at his parents’. But god, he’s beautiful. Every inch of him.

I sit up, leaning forward to touch him and he grabs my wrist. “Nope. If you touch me, I’ll embarrass myself and I have plans for you. Now, scoot back to the middle of the bed and angle your back towards that corner.”

I look to where he tipped his head and that’s when I see it.

A full-length mirror.

With a direct view of his bed.

I have to stop a whimper bubbling in my throat becauseholy shit. He’s going to watch while he touches me. Or maybe he wants to watch me while I touch him. And with that thought, my pussy clenches.

Fuck.

But then of course my brain decides to be a little bitch, throwing out thoughts like:he’s definitely done this with other girls before, andyeah he says he’s attracted to me, but what if he gets turned off after staring at you for so long.He’ll see just how broken you really are.

Somehow he senses my internal spiral, crawling onto the bed up to me. “Whatever it is you’re thinking that made you look like you sucked on a lemon, get it out of your head. I got that mirror at a thrift store one weekend with my mother. She picked it out for me and said if I ever lived with a woman, I should have one because, ‘women need to see the whole outfit’ before going out. I’ve never had another woman in this apartment, not like this.”

“Sorry. I get in my head sometimes. Just ignore me,” I say, waving myself off.

“You’re going to stop apologizing to me—and others—for having feelings about something that you think will upset us,” he tells me as he gets behind me. “Now, show me how wet youare. Spread those legs and let me see, because if the wet spots on my sweats were any indication, you are soaked.”