Page 41 of Faking It with my Bestie's Billionaire Brother

He stopped. A slow smile spread across his lips. "Touché," he said simply as he stepped further forward. He was still a few feet from me, and yet, I couldn't help but feel crowded, fighting the urge to step back until my back hit the door. Despite that, I still wanted him, and I wanted him to touch me.

"So, tell me exactly what detail you feel like we need to discuss. Do you want to do a play-by-play of how hard you came while wrapped around my cock?" he asked, and I felt the breath whoosh out of me. "Or maybe you want to hear how I've never had a pussy squeeze me that tight or that I have never come that explosively in my life? Is that what you want to hear about, Ava? The special hold you seem to have over me?"

He was mere inches from me now, and words caught in my throat. What the hell did I say to that?

More than anything, I wanted him to close that distance between us. I needed to taste him again, but everything in my brain screamed for me to pump the brakes. It was my treacherous body that begged for him to take me again, to make me his.

"Spencer," I tried to say in warning, but it came out as a breathy entreaty.

"Tell me what you want, Ava," he demanded gently.

"I-I don't know," I said weakly.

"Liar," he spit out immediately. "I've taken you for a lot of things, Miss Moretti, but a liar is not one of them. So, try again. Tell me what you really want, and not what that brilliant head of yours is telling you to say. I want the damn truth. What do you want from me right now?" I could feel his hot breath brush over my mouth, making my lips part in anticipation.

"I want more," I said before I could stop myself.

His mouth widened into a satisfied, devastatingly handsome smile. I'd never seen that expression from Spencer, not in all the time I'd known him, but for the first time, I felt like I was getting a true glimpse of the man beneath the chiseled good looks and serious demeanor.

"Then more you shall have," he said before tilting his head and slamming his mouth down onto mine. Then, before I could understand what was happening, my back was pressed up against the door as he kissed me hungrily.

I should fight back, but God, I didn't want to. He felt too damn good. The taste of him was so exhilarating, yet somehow so familiar, I couldn't explain it. It's like we knew each other in another life or something and that I'd finally found my way back into the arms of a long-lost lover.

His tongue demanded that mine engage with his, and I drank him in. I could not get enough. I didn't remember us moving across the floor, I didn't remember going into his bedroom, but soon, my back hit the soft, plush linens of Spencer's bed.

Then, he was over me, his fingers furiously working on the buttons of my blouse and my pants. He got me undressed expertly in record time as he straddled my hips still fully clothed, and I wiggled beneath him, naked and needy.

I was already out of breath, but I did not want him to slow down. "Spencer," I managed to breathe out, "we shouldn’t be doing this again." Even as I spoke the words, however, I was reaching out for him, my hand grasping his tie and yanking him down to me to kiss me again.

He chuckled seductively against my mouth, and I nipped at his bottom lip, causing a groan to rip from his throat. His hands ran down my body.

"No, no, no, you've got way too many clothes on," I complained, and he sat up and slowly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. When he revealed that small patch of hair on his chest, I ran my hands up over his defined abs and into that patch of hair, reveling at the hardness beneath my hands.

I let my hands fall to his belt, and I was the one to undo that, along with his fly. He bound off the bed to slip out of his pants and underwear, and I watched, transfixed, like I hadn't seen it just the night before. His erection sprang forth, making my mouth water.

"You see something you like, Ava?" he asked in a low rumble.

I licked my lips and then crawled over to him on my hands and knees until my face was level with that very impressive erection.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "This time, I'm going to get a taste." I grasped his hardness in my hands and gave it a few tentative strokes before I looked up at him, a surge of feminine power racing through me at the look in his eyes. Leaning down further, I flicked my tongue out against his head. He let out a hiss, and that sound empowered me further.

When he dug his fingers into my hair, I released a pleased moan, and he pulled me more securely against him. "Somebody's eager," I said, smiling against his manhood.

"You're definitely about to find out," he said in warning.

My smile grew as my mouth lavished its attention all over his dick, swallowing his tip, swirling my tongue around him, and then sucking him in deeper. He let out a groan that sounded like he was in pain, but I knew he didn't want me to stop as I worked my head up and down over his shaft. Just when I knew that he wasn't going to be able to take anymore, I went even further, something I hadn't really done before.

But the next thing I knew, my mouth was free of him, and I was being tossed back onto the bed like I was a ragdoll. Spencer prowled over me as if I were his prey.

"You tease me like that, Ava, knowing that it’ll make me demand more."

I looked at him through hooded eyes. "Then tell me what to do."

Something dangerous flashed in his gaze, and that was when he pulled away from me, moving to the head of the bed where he sat down, crooking a finger at me to follow. "Come here, Ava, straddle my lap like a good girl."

I knew I was already wet as hell, but now, I could feel it practically flooding down the insides of my thighs.

I crawled over to him and did as I was told, settling my wetness against his hardness but not yet letting him inside me.

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