Finn chuckles.
“So, that was supposed to just be in here!” I say, pointing to my head.
Finn reaches a hand out, trying to grab my bag off my shoulders. I spin away from him in an almost ninja-like move.
Finn takes a step back, raising his hands in surrender, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I know, that was impressive, right?” I say, taking a bow.
Which is exactly where I went wrong!
The weight of the bag almost makes me topple over while I’m taking my bow, the extravagant way, with crossing your feet at the bottom. I try to right myself only to trip over my feet. I know that I have succumbed to this being my life, in fact, my only thought as I’m going down is, thank God I don’t have the wine!
Before I can hit the pavement, Finn has his arms around me. I guess the positive side to me being this klutzy is that his arms are always around me, holding me steady. I have come to crave the feeling of his hands along my waist.
Our gaze meets, humor dancing between our eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I wave my hand around. “Psshh, of course. Sometimes I like to do this thing where I bend over to check my balance.” I didn’t even need to feel his shoulders shaking to know I just threw this conversation into the gutter faster than usual.
His hand cradles the side of my neck, he ghosts his lips across my ear before whispering, “I can think of so many ways that we cancheck your balance.” A shiver races down my spine at the thought of being bent over a couch, a chair, a table for him.
“You should probably check my balance as soon as possible,” I say breathlessly. “The last test I administered was found to be faulty.”
“I’ll make sure I’m very thorough.”
And that is what he did! As soon as we were through the front door, Finn had me bent over the couch, ass spread, begging for release. His tongue worked my rim until I was in a frenzy. All it took was two strokes of my cock and I exploded all over the back of his hand.
CHAPTER22
Finn
I finish cleaningthe shrimp just as Spencer comes out of the bathroom wearing a silk button up top and tiny silk shorts. The evening light cascades through the windows, casting a warm glow throughout the room. As he walks to his closet, my eyes can’t help but trail up his legs and imagine them wrapped around me. My cock thickens, as it too seems to beveryon board with the idea.
It’s more than that, though. Spencer has the poise and beauty I’ve never seen come through in a man before. He is still every bit a man, but there are these times when he carries himself with an air of elegance. And watching him become confident in that side of himself gives me hope that I can continue to change my future and become just as confident in myself. He is still kluzty as fuck! But that just makes who he is even better.
I get lost in watching him. The way he pops his hip as he searches through his closet, and then the way he chews his bottom lip as he inspects each article of clothing. The way his eyes light up when he finds the top he plans on wearing.
It’s everything he loves, silk, lace, and way too much skin peeking through. Oh god, are those tiny leather shorts? There is absolutely no stopping the low growl that leaves me. My cock will not survive the night. Spencer turns his head at the sound. He throws his head back in a laugh, walks over, stands on his tippy toes, and kisses my cheek.
“Don’t worry, I’m yours!” he whispers into the shell of my ear.
A shiver races down my spine at the words and the closeness of his body.
“Mine!” I say against his lips, before taking them in a brutal kiss.
He smirks and makes his way back over to his desk with an extra sway in his hips. I have to force myself to stop staring like a creeper.
Spencer said he would reward me with a blowjob if I cleaned the shrimp. I couldn’t very well tell him I had already planned on cleaning the shrimp. I mean, a promise of a blowjob was made.
I had been worried I’d inadvertently pushed him too far the other night, but he kept reassuring me that he was fine. He even threatened to never fuck me again if I didn’t stop asking.I stopped asking!
After I finish putting the shrimp in the fridge, and pull out a bottle of wine, I pour Spencer a glass and grab a beer for myself.
Walking over, I set the glass on his desk. He looks up at me and smiles.
“Thanks!”
“You're welcome!”
