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"All right, then. I'm very good at making sure you don't think about anything else but me," Spencer said. I didn't even see when he changed the spatula to his other hand, freeing up the right one to somehow land directly on my ass. He gave my butt a good squeeze, pressing me against him.

I groaned as my clit collided with the zipper of his jeans. Holy shit. I couldn't believe that even that small friction was enough to send a shiver through me.

"Wow. That was fast," I replied. "I'm already on edge. Your plan to make me focus on you is to start by groping my ass?"

"Exactly. And by feeding you. You'll need energy. And I'm going to have to let you go. Otherwise, I'll just give you burnt bacon."

"I'm okay with that as long as you keep fondling me."

“Can’t do that and cook at the same time.” He dropped his hand, focusing on the pan. "I have eggs in the fridge. Do you want to get four out?"

"Sure." His fridge was full of food. I was so used to seeing mine empty that I'd forgotten this was how a normal refrigerator looked. I took out eggs and put them on the counter.

"Can you crack them into the pan?"

"Sure. We're good at this," I said. I was pretty sure that cooking breakfast together and lifting each other's mood weren't part of the list of activities for a fling, but right now, I was happier than I'd been in years, and I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Chapter Seventeen

Spencer

"You can't always getwhat you want, Spencer," Joe, my right-hand man, said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. I wanted to buy The Digital Owl, and I was going to succeed. "Past experience says different. Everyone bet against Whitley Publishing surviving after the shift to online. I proved them wrong.”

"Yes, because you made smart business decisions."

"And you think this is stupid?"

"I think you’re obsessing over it, and it's taking your focus from other things."

“I can split my attention very efficiently. Thank you for your concern. Now get me their contact information."

"Fine. I'll do my best."

He sounded exasperated. A vein pulsed in my temple. It was never a good sign when my own team wasn't on board with me. But I was too determined to see this through to stop now. I wanted to keep the biography section alive, and buying The Digital Owl was the best way to do that. They were a startup—three founders who did all the work, and their writing was brilliant.

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