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I love how her body reacts to my touch, and I can only hope that Sandra has left because there would be no mistaking what is going on in here if she hasn’t.

It only takes a few more swipes of my thumb before I feel her inner muscles contracting around my fingers as she comes all over my hand. My balls tighten as her movements bring me closer to losing my load in my pants for a second time, because all I can picture is driving myself deep inside her as her spasms tightly constrict around my cock.

I take a step away from the wall, bringing her with me. I spy her bed cluttered with an open suitcase and most of her wardrobe before deciding to move this to my bedroom. I’m desperate to lay her out so I can devour every inch of her delectable body.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“My room.”

“Oh.”

If I have my way, we won’t be leaving it for the rest of the afternoon.

Chapter 27

Delilah

Irest my cheek on Spencer’s shoulder as he walks us down the corridor with long purposeful strides. I’m still pulsing between my legs and eager for more.But God, does this man give me whiplash. Ten minutes ago, I was in the depths of despair, and now I’m floating in a sedated post-orgasmic bliss. Talk about a plot twist I did not see coming. I thought we were over, done for … kaput.

My poor, fragile heart is at risk here, so I swear to everything that is holy if he tries to backtrack after this, his old-man balls will not be the only thing on the line. I’ll literally smother him with a pillow in his sleep.

When we reach his room, he gently lays me on top of his covers and gazes down at me from the side of the bed. Leaning in, he places his hands on either side of my head on the mattress, caging me in.

“The filthy things I want to do to you, Miss St. James,” he murmurs as he brushes his lips with mine.

“I’m not opposed to you turning those words into actions.”

He barks out a laugh. “I don’t doubt that for a second, you little minx.”

He draws back slightly and I’m graced with one of those rare, full, toothy smiles, which has my heart rate kicking up a few notches. He’s way too gorgeous for words. I’m almost afraid to imagine that one day I may be able to call this beautiful man mine.

His lips brush mine one more time before he pushes off the bed and stands to full height. That’s when I notice the huge tent in his trousers. I’ve only seen one penis in my lifetime, but I can already tell that Kayne’s is no comparison to the monstrosity in Spencer Prescott’s pants.

I’m a little scared of it if I’m being honest.

His hand moves to my hip, as he pops open the button of my now-ruined skirt, which I’m surprisingly not upset about. The way he effortlessly tore it open was off-the-charts hot.

He slides down the zip before tugging it over my hips, and along my legs before tossing it on the floor. He moves to my blouse next, and once he has those buttons undone, he pushes the fabric to the side so he can stare down at his handiwork.

A low growl rumbles in the back of his throat as his eyes skim over my adequately sized, lace-covered breasts before moving south over my toned stomach, pausing when he reaches the junction of my thighs.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs as his fingertip retraces the path his eyes just took. The subtlety of his touch has my skin pebbling with goose bumps.

Pulling myself up onto my elbows, I observe his every move. A shudder runs down the length of my spine when his tongue skims over his bottom lip.

“Are you going to stand there gaping, or are you going to do all the filthy things you promised?” I ask innocently, batting my eyelids at him.

He groans as he palms his dick through his trousers. “This image of you is going straight to the top of my spank bank. The real deal has nothing on my imagination.”

One day I hope I get to watch him pleasure himself. Just the thought has moisture flooding my underwear. “You’re wearing too many clothes, Mr Prescott,” I say, pushing myself up into a sitting position.

I grasp his belt and my eyes lock with him as I tug him a little closer to unbuckle it. His hands move up and go to work on the buttons of his shirt, and I almost swallow my tongue when he shrugs out of it, revealing the tanned, sculptured abs that are hidden underneath.

He is flawless.

I’m tempted to lean in and lick him, but I’ll save that for another time … when I feel more comfortable. This is all still new.

I can’t believe I’m about to undress my boss’s boss. Moving to the button on his trousers, I pop it open. The zipper is next, and he groans when my fingers brush over his erection as I drag it down.