With one hand propped up on the wall above me, the other reached around my neck in a way he knew would make me melt.
“This, Avery…” He grinded his hard cock along my stomach. “This is the sign of a naughty fucking girl.”
“Mm, sounds like you’re enjoying yourself, though. Am I wrong?” I grabbed ahold of him through his slacks. The firmness only turned me on more.
“I am. Very much,” he groaned as I squeezed him.
“Then what’s the problem, Daddy?” I pouted.
“That. The fact that you know which buttons to push to turn me on instantly. The way you look at me. The way I burn up whenever you touch me. The way you look in that sinful as fuck dress. And the way that I can’t focus on a damn thing at work because my mind is so wrapped up with you.” His voice was thick with frustration. But not the kind of frustration that led to anger. It was the kind that told me he was ready to pounce at any moment.
“I could be mistaken, but it sounds like you’re falling for me.” My throat constricted with a nervous swallow.
“You make it easy.”
Giving into what we both wanted, he caught my unsaid words with his lips. Within seconds, we were trapped under a spell, our kiss full of needy moans and longing. That need was followed by slow and passionate strokes of his tongue against mine.
It didn’t matter how this man kissed me. In every fashion, he belonged to me.
Somehow, in the dark corner of a hallway, there wasn’t a soul in sight. For a club as busy as this one, we must have found our way toward the back where employees came and went. Lady Luck traveled alongside us all the way from Vegas, allowing us this brief moment in time to explore each other and our feelings for one another. The feelings we knew we shared but hadn’t fully expressed yet.
The rough callouses built up on Spencer’s hand glided down my arm. His warm touch lit me on fire as he crept closer, finding my inner thigh.
“Is this what you wished for on your birthday, Avery?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered without having to think twice.
His hand inched up my dress, and out of habit, my thighs clenched, begging him to stay near my aching heat.
“Whatever the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets. What do you want from me, Bella?”
“All of you.” My voice became more desperate by the second.
“We don’t have much time where we’re at.” His thumb stroked along my soft flesh.
“Make me come, now. I know it won’t take long. You already have me halfway there just by touching me the way that you are. We have all night long for the rest,” I pleaded.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Avery, so I’m going to make you beg for it.” He smirked as he nibbled at my bottom lip.
“Please.” My plea came out slightly strained.
“Please, what?” He worked his tongue along my throat.
“Please, fuck me with your fingers, Daddy.”
His groan vibrated against my neck.
When his hand traveled higher up my thigh, the wetness between my legs became slicker.
My hand reached out for his hair, and when I gripped the perfectly styled strands, I whispered in his ear, enticing him even more, “I’ve even made it easy on you. I’m not wearing any underwear.”
The minute the words left my mouth, his fingers snaked up, closing the gap between my wet center and where his hand once flirted with my inner thigh.
“Fuuuck. Are you kidding me right now?” Taking two fingers, he swiped along my pussy.
“Yes,” I moaned, dragging it out.
“What did I tell you the last time you decided not to wear any underwear?” His eyes looked sternly into mine.
