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But I had an inkling of what Spencer wanted from me. “Please, Spencer, please, let me come.”

He leaned down, then nipped at my lips, breathing against them as he uttered, “That’s right, Ava, beg me like a good girl.”

I let out a frustrated growl. “Please, let me come. I can’t take it anymore, you feel too good.” My head thrashed from side to side because I truly could not take it anymore. It was all too much: Spencer pinning me down, demanding that I beg, and to my surprise, the very act of begging turned me on to no end. I was dying to explode beneath him.

He caught my lips with his, delving his hot and needy tongue inside my mouth to duel with mine. Our tongues mimicked what his dick was doing to my pussy before he finally pulled away, his lips swollen from our kiss, and drilled me with his intense gaze at he ordered, “Come for me, Ava. Come.”

How his words had such an immediate effect, I wasn’t sure. It was like he’d pulled a trigger, and with his simple command, my body heeded it gratefully. I screamed out his name and other nonsensical things as my orgasm crashed over me wave after wave.

His eyes stayed glued to me as I fell apart in his arms, and the sound of anguish that tore from his throat tugged at my heart, but then, I saw that sound was heralding his own orgasm. His followed quickly behind mine, as his hips went into overdrive, rocking into my body, making me feel possessed by him all over again.

He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and saying raggedly, “Christ, Ava, my sweet girl, that was amazing.”

I was already grinning stupidly from that amazing orgasm, and his words just made my grin stretch wider.

Way to play it cool, Ava.

Every part of me felt like a livewire, yet I was so sated at the same time. I stayed in his arms, with Spencer unexpectedly peppering me with small, tender kisses all over my face, my neck, my shoulders. He then murmured words of encouragement and eroticism in my ear, “So perfect, so soft…even better than I imagined, Ava, and I haven’t been able to stop imagining you.”

His words excited me, even as they acted as a lullaby. The exhaustion overtaking me was a surprise, though I didn’t know why. The events of the last several days were enough to put anyone into a stress-induced coma. But in that moment, I was completely relaxed, not troubling myself with questions about what happened next and what us sleeping together meant for everything else going on in our lives.

No, in that moment, I was euphoric in Spencer’s arms, wondering why in the world he felt like home.

Chapter fourteen

Spencer

None of it was right. I knew that. My brain was screaming how wrong my actions were, and every pragmatic bone in my body was in agreement. But every other part of me melted into the warmth of Ava, my panic tangling with this euphoric sensation. It felt like I was someplace where I belonged, finally.

I hadn't felt that way in my parents' house. I definitely did not feel that in boarding school. I didn't feel it behind a desk as the CEO of the Ashbury Corporation. It had taken me forty years to get any semblance of that feeling, and it was in the arms of my little sister's best friend.

Boy, you sure know how to make a mess, Ashbury.

The feeling alarmed me so much as I painfully slipped from bed, trying to be quiet, and was as careful as possible so as not to wake Ava. There would be no avoiding a conversation, that was for sure. We lived under the same roof, for God's sake, but I didn't yet know what I wanted to say.

That was bullshit. I knew what I wanted to say: stay with me forever, make me feel like this forever, let me touch you forever…

Forever used to seem so interminable.

I would be stuck running the stupid company forever. I would be stuck in the shadow of my father forever. But now, in the span of such a short amount of time, it didn't seem all that awful anymore.

What would it be like to spend forever with somebody I had fun with? Who challenged me in all the best ways and who turned me on beyond belief?

Every bit of my thinking was dangerous, and I needed to gain control of this situation. But the thought of gaining control just reminded me of how I asserted my control over Ava as I took her body. That thought threatened to consume me, but there was too much going on for me to get distracted.

Once I dressed in my casual clothes, I knew there would be no sleep for me. Now that I had known the comfort of Ava's arms, I doubted that I would be able to sleep without her ever again, except from pure exhaustion.

So, I prowled to my laptop, hoping that it could distract me and refocus my attention. But the second I opened my email, I crashed into reality once again.

There was an email waiting for me that caused me to straighten in my seat. The sender was marked as unknown. They had even set up the email address as [email protected], which if that didn't sound like a dummy email address, I didn't know what did.

With bated breath, I opened the attached link. It was risky, sure, but I had a superior team of IT specialists to scrub whatever I needed to from this computer. I just hoped that it wasn't some sick virus.

The subject line read, If you want us to be over, click here.

I wish I could say the squeeze I felt in my chest was something that was abnormal. But ever since my father died, it seemed like I was constantly dodging blackmailers and scammers.

When I opened that letter and saw more pictures of me and Ava together coming out of her mom's house, and there was another picture of my sister, who appeared to be picking up coffee at a local coffee shop, that squeeze in my chest became impossibly tighter. Hot flames of anger threatened to consume me.

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