Page 26 of Faking It with my Bestie's Billionaire Brother

"Why did you think you would need it, Ava?" he asked carefully, showing no emotion besides barely contained anger. Although, even that didn't quite to seem to properly describe how he looked. It was more just ferocious.

I let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, shit, Spencer, what do you think I would need it for?"

His eyes dropped to my mouth, and then, he ordered, "Spell it out for me."

This moment should be where I shoved him away and called him a pig, but I couldn't do it. That look on his face had me in a metaphorical chokehold. There was no way I was going anywhere.

I swallowed hard. "Oh, come on, Spencer, I would…I would use it to, you know…pleasure myself."

His eyes dilated even further, and I wasn't sure if I was hearing his heart pounding or my own. We seemed to be two parts of one person at that moment.

"What do you think of when you pleasure yourself, Ava?" he asked softly.

Unconsciously, I licked my lips, and his eyes fell to track the movement, then I swallowed hard again. "I-I don't know if I could describe—"

"You just got done describing in great detail all these elaborate dishes in the car that had my dick threatening to explode behind my zipper. So, I for damn sure know that you can describe how you get yourself off with that same level of detail. How do you please yourself, and just what do you think of when you've got this little toy wedged in between your thighs?" he demanded to know, his breath fanning over my lips. I shuddered beneath his gaze.

"I don't know, I guess I think of normal stuff," I said lamely.

His eyebrows raised in warning. "Don't lie to me."

I should have reached out and smacked the man, and if it had been anybody else, I would have, but I could feel how wet I was from his overbearing attitude and need for answers. My panties were practically flooded. In fact, I wanted to grab that vibrator right now and put it to work. Whether I liked it or not, I knew that this moment would be my fuel to get me to come.

"Fine," I bit out. "You insist on knowing, so I'll tell you the truth, but then, we don't talk about this again.” I needed to take some control in the matter, although I was tempted to see how far he would go.

In a soft voice, he urged me to continue. "Well?"

I swallowed, my heart racing, as I dropped my eyes to his chest and told him my latest fantasy. "Sometimes, I like to think about what it would be like to be ordered around, maybe even tied to the bed. I have to make tons of decisions all day long with the kids, so I wonder what it would be like to have somebody else boss me around just to make me come," I admitted quietly, and that was when his free hand shot out and grasped my chin to yank it up. I had no choice but to look into his eyes.

"Is that all there really is to your fantasy, Ava? Because something is telling me that you're holding back." He stroked the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, and I shivered at his touch.

"That's much too simple for a brilliant, creative mind like yours," he said, leaning down, his mouth hovering over mine. "No," he insisted, "I have a feeling that you have a fantasy in that beautiful head of yours that would have both of us screaming for mercy." Then, he finally covered my mouth with his own, clutching me to him like he would never let me go, and by God, I did not want him to.

I held onto him like he was the only way I was staying up because it felt like he was. My knees were shaky and about to buckle, and the strong shoulders of Spencer Ashbury were the only thing holding me up after his devastating words he had just spoken against my lips.

His tongue delved into my mouth, and I moaned at the taste of him and the wildness of how his tongue dueled with mine. I couldn't help but wonder if he was imitating what his cock would do to me.

I could feel his hardness against my belly, and God, how I wanted to touch it so badly.

His tongue swept over mine again and again until I felt drunk off the taste of him, and I clung to him as hard as I could when a beeping noise infiltrated my lusty haze.

We pulled apart, and it took me a good moment to realize that the timer for the lasagna was done.

He let go of me, and on wobbly legs, I moved to the oven and took out the lasagna, setting it on a nearby countertop. As I turned around and saw Spencer, I was unsure of how to act or what to say.

After a long moment, he cleared his throat and said in a ragged tone, "That was…that shouldn't have happened. You are a guest in my home, and we got too caught up in the moment," he breathed before promising, "I will not let that happen again. I can promise that, Ava." He turned away from me, putting that damn vibrator back in the makeup bag, and then setting it gently on the counter as if it was a bomb about to explode. Then, without meeting my eyes, he stomped off down the hall.

I looked around the kitchen, remembering where I was for the first time. What the hell just happened, and what parallel universe was I in?

Chapter twelve

Spencer

I paced the floor of my bedroom, running my hands frustratedly through my hair while thinking about that damn purple vibrator and the events that followed.

The whole incident had been…out of this world. It was something that would be in a sitcom if it wasn't for the fact that I had mauled her afterward.

But I couldn't stop myself. There was no way when I saw that vibrator hit the floor. Knowing that she planned to pleasure herself inside my home with me just a mere feet way—something in me just snapped.

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