Colbie writhed on his lap trying to get closer and then closer still, flicking her tongue across his lip, galvanizing him into action. Rearing up, he pulled her sweater over her head and nudged her straps off her shoulders, watching as the cups slipped, teasing him with a peekaboo hint of rosy nipple that he had to get his mouth on.
With a moan, she dropped her head back and she rocked the softest, wettest part of her over the hardest, most desperate part of him, and though he’d intended to go slow and love her body until she couldn’t take any more, it’d have to wait until round two.
With an arm low around her hips, he yanked her beneath him, tugged the sexy little scrap of silk masquerading as panties off. He freed himself, thankful for the condom he had in his pants from the day before. Colbie reached for him, cradling his body with hers like it was where he was meant to be as he sank into her.
“Spence,” she whispered, her gasp of pleasure comingling with his. She arched up into him, sinking five nails into his back and five more into his ass, giving the cat a run for its money when it came to impatience.
He gave her slow, deep thrusts that had her panting his name along with some wordless, frenzied pleas that spurred him on, leaving his best intentions about taking his time in the dust. Incredibly aware of her every movement, the way she coiled herself around him like he was the anchor that kept her from floating away, he heard the exact second her breathing changed, felt her muscles tightening around him. Nudging her lips with his, he kissed her, swallowing her cry as she burst, and just like that, he was done for as well.
They stayed locked together for long moments, trying to catch their breath, Spence fully aware that he’d just let himself fall a little bit harder, certainly harder than he’d intended or wanted. Not that it seemed to matter to his brain what he wanted. His heart had taken over, and for a guy who prided himself on his brains, it was a humbling admittance of defeat.
Colbie was more content than she could remember feeling and hoped she never had to move again.
“Sleepy?” Spence whispered in her ear, making her smile at the sex-roughened low timbre.
“Exhausted,” she admitted. “But it’s a fairly regular state for me. I’m writing like the wind here but I’m still a terrible insomniac. You?”
“No. I usually sleep like a baby.”
She sighed. “I hate people who can go to sleep as soon as they shut their eyes. It takes me three hours, a minimum of five hundred position changes, and a sacrifice to the gods.”
He laughed but it faded when his phone vibrated from the vicinity of his pants, still on the floor.
“Hey,” she teased. “At least you know it can’t be a sibling asking for money.”
“True.”
His phone buzzed again. And again he didn’t move.
“It might be work,” she said.
“Yes, but I’m the boss, so . . .”
She laughed. “You don’t need to at least look?”
“I don’t want to adult today,” he said, nuzzling in closer. “I don’t even want to human today. Today I want to dog. I want to lie on the floor in the sun. Just pet me and bring me snacks.”
She laughed and he ran a finger across her breast, giving out a quiet hum of pleasure when her nipple puckered up tighter for him. He leaned over her, pressing her back against the pillows as he licked her like a lollipop.
“Spence,” she gasped. Her insatiable need for him no longer shocked her but she was still getting used to it, to days being in this heightened state of awareness and need for him. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she tugged until he looked at her. “I don’t want to be that girl,” she said.
“Which girl?”
“The one that keeps you from your work or your promises.”
“Not your problem.” He kissed the tip of her breast and sat up. “And if it helps to know, being with you like this is very . . . motivating.” He flashed a smile.
One she was helpless to not return. “So . . . me being here isn’t a complete hindrance?”
He pulled her onto his lap and rubbed an impressive erection at her core. “Depends on your definition of hindrance . . .”
She smiled, as she knew he’d expected her to.
“I can multitask,” he assured her. “I’ll get back to things in a minute.”
“Well, you are the master at the one-minute thing.”
“Ouch,” he said mildly. “Not exactly what a guy wants to hear—his name and one minute spoken in the same sentence.”
She smiled. “The only time I think of you and one minute together, it’s in reference to how fast you can get me off with that thing you do with your tongue.”
He smiled a badass smile. “I’ve got a few other tricks as well,” he murmured and pulled her down to him, rolling her beneath him, making himself at home between her legs. “Allow me to demonstrate.”
Oh boy . . .
Chapter 24
#OhMylanta
Colbie awoke at the touch of Spence’s hand on her hip. It was late afternoon—she wasn’t sure what time, but they’d spent the rest of the day in her bed. She was warm and comfortable in his arms, their legs tangled together, her back to him. The fading light slanted through the window, casting a glow through the room.
But that wasn’t what made her smile. It was feeling Spence’s lips on her shoulder, softly exploring. She could feel the heat of his body against her bare back, the hair on his chest slightly scratchy against her skin as he moved. She lay there for a moment, luxuriating in it all.
How in the world could she lose herself so completely, without a single inhibition, with a man she hardly knew? It boggled her brain.
“I smell something burning,” he murmured huskily.
“Just thinking. Why is it I feel like I’ve known you forever?”
“Because we like each other,” he said, “and because we don’t need anything from each other either.” He rolled her over to face him, his hands sliding down her back to cup her ass, his eyes dark and hungry.
“Not . . . anything?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, making room for him between her legs.
“Well, maybe one thing,” he said against her mouth and then went about recharging her batteries again.
And then again, because Spence was nothing if not thorough.
Elle slipped into Spence’s office at the ass crack of dawn the next day. But since she was carrying coffee, he forgave her the interruption. Until she spoke.
“So who was the expensive suit with Colbie yesterday?”
He sipped his coffee and went noncommittal.
“Everyone’s taking guesses on what’s going on, you know. Willa and Pru think maybe Colbie’s a corporate spy trying to find out how far you’ve come with your drone project.”
Spence raised a brow.
“Kylie thinks maybe one of her brothers works at some news conglomerate and is pimping her out to try to catch you with your defenses down.”
Spence shook his head and drank some more coffee.
“Trudy and Luis think she’s after your money.”
Spence leaned back in his chair. “And you?” he asked. “What do you think?”
She sat on the corner of his desk, her business suit a siren kickass red today, her heels high and shiny black. “I think that . . . I don’t know what to think.”
He laughed. “Well, there’s a first time for everything.”