Mercy’s hand on the back of my head tangled with my hair while the other gripped my shoulder. Her uninhibited response drove me on, pushing me past the edge of reasonable thought. As I backed her toward my sofa and guided her down onto it, all I cared about was getting even closer to Mercy.
Pressing one knee between her legs, I continued kissing her. She writhed beneath me as her hands moved to undo the buttons on my shirt. When her hands glided along my bare chest, I nearly groaned. I tore my mouth away from hers to kiss my way along her jawline until I reached her ear. “You’re driving me crazy, Mercy. Tell me you want this as much as I do. I need you. I need all of you.”
“Yes,” she breathed out as I bit down on her earlobe. “All of me. Take all of me, Spencer.”
“We’re going to be very late for work,” I murmured.
Chapter 35
Mercy
When I’d walked to Spencer’s place that morning, I’d planned to tell him I thought we should start dating and suggest we grab dinner after work. Kissing him and ending up on his sofa while he stripped me out of my shirt and bra hadn’t been part of my plan.
My eyes followed the path of Spencer’s gaze until I saw that he was staring at the mass of scar tissue on my belly. At first, I’d seen the scar as an ugly reminder that I’d never be the same again, but I’d begun to view it as a sign of all I’d survived.
Spencer’s fingers trailed along the scar before he leaned in to kiss me. Rather than kissing me gently and reverently as if the scar reminded him I was weak, he kissed me like a man starved for my taste. His tongue explored my mouth as his hand moved up to cup my breast and stroke my nipple with the pad of his thumb.
When Spencer finally broke the kiss, his lips moved down again, over my neck and along my collarbone as he continued to stroke my nipple. When his mouth hovered over my breast, I grabbed his hair, prepared to push his head closer.
As Spencer’s lips closed around my nipple, heat shot through me. I arched my back to bring myself even closer, craving more of his touch. He continued to tease me, increasing the pressure of his suction until it was nearly too much. When he bit down, I cried out and gripped his hair tighter.
Spencer began kissing his way downward, leaving a wake of desire in his path. He shifted slightly so he could remove my skirt and panties. By the time he settled between my legs, every pore of my body was on fire with need. I ached for more of his touch and was already spreading my legs to make room for him. His fingers skimmed along my pussy, and I lifted to meet his touch.
“Yes,” I breathed out.
He chuckled, his breath caressing my sensitive flesh. “Are you enjoying yourself, love?”
“You want to talk now?” I asked in a breathy voice.
“What would you like me to do?” he asked as his fingers glided along my clit.
My eyes closed, and I moaned before I could respond. “Put your mouth on me. Do it now.” It sounded more like a plea than a demand, but I was beyond caring. I’d reached the point where I’d do anything to get Spencer to touch me.
His tongue circled my opening and slid up to my clit. He barely flicked it before moving back down. His tongue thrust inside of me, and he moaned as if he couldn’t get enough. My grip on his hair loosened as I struggled with my arousal. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to beg him to touch my clit or if I wanted to insist he continue fucking me with his tongue. It felt so good, yet it still wasn’t enough.
I must have whimpered some of my need aloud because Spencer removed his tongue and thrust two fingers inside as he murmured, “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I replied in a strained voice. “I need you. I need it all. Please, Spencer.”
He didn’t tease me or ask for further explanation. As his fingers slipped inside of me, his tongue stroked my clit. He tried different techniques until his tongue moved in a circular motion that drew loud mewling noises from the back of my throat.
My body continued to tighten as my hips rocked against Spencer’s face. My pleasure seemed to climb for endless minutes until I screamed with my release, bucking wildly, and gripping his hair so tightly I was surprised he didn’t complain.
When my spasms eased, Spencer moved up to kiss me. His tongue thrust past my lips, and I felt even wilder as I tasted myself on him. He broke the kiss and quickly scooped me up in his arms before stalking toward his bedroom.
Spencer laid me down surprisingly gently on the bed. It was surprising because there was nothing gentle in Spencer’s expression. He looked wild, as if he wanted in me that very moment.
He reached into his bedside table and dropped a condom on the bed before stripping out of his remaining clothes. My eyes moved along his body, taking in every impressive detail until my gaze settled on his dick. It had to be at least eight inches and thick. I licked my lips, suddenly feeling the urge to taste Spencer.
His voice pulled my attention back to his face. “Not this time, love. I need in you now.”
Without another word, he rolled on the condom and joined me on the bed. Despite the urgency in his voice, he didn’t simply thrust into me. Instead, he kissed me again, and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist. Spencer’s kiss was hot and urgent, and it demanded my complete surrender. I was more than happy to surrender to his kiss. Yielding to Spencer had so far worked out very well for me.
When one of his hands reached between us to position the head of his dick at my entrance, I nearly sighed with relief. After my recent orgasm, I hadn’t expected to feel such a sense of urgency. I expected to feel sated, but instead, I felt a driving need to have him again. By the time he broke our kiss, I was aching with that need.
His movements started slow, but it wasn’t long until I was pushing up to meet him. We were both wild and desperate. I felt impossibly stretched by his size, and I loved it. My heels dug into his ass as I pressed my knuckles into the hard muscles on his back to keep from clawing at him.
“Don’t hold back,” he panted out. “Show me how wild you are. Nothing could get me hotter.”
I whimpered as he moved faster. My nails dug into his back, and he groaned. I couldn’t look away from his face as he fucked me with complete abandon.
I was teetering on the edge of my second orgasm when Spencer changed positions slightly and rolled his hips so his pelvis pressed against my sensitive clit. He continued to roll his hips as I screamed and clawed at his back, my orgasm fast approaching.
When Spencer’s dick grew impossibly larger inside of me, I screamed as I exploded with the pulses of my orgasm.
Spencer shouted with his release as his dick jerked inside of me.
As waves of intense pleasure continued to rock my body, my brain could only form one thought. Spencer wouldn’t need to ask me to fake anything.
Chapter 36
Spencer
Mercy let out a sexy sated sigh and flashed me a smile. “That was incredible.”
I chuckled as I slipped into bed beside her after dropping the condom in the trash. “You didn’t feel the need to fake anything?” My fingers moved in lazy circles on her hip.
“No,” she replied. “You took care of everything.”
“Twice,” I reminded her. “Next time, I plan to double that number.”
“Double it?” she asked.
“You sound doubtful,” I remarked.
“I’ve heard it can be done,” she said thoughtfully.
“But you doubt me?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Will it inspire you to prove yourself if I say that I doubt you?” she asked with a mischievous grin.
I sat up and gave her ass a smack that made her yelp. “Behave, woman.”
“Woman?” she asked with a laugh as she sat up. “Is that the new pet name I get? What happened to being called love?”
“No, love is still your pet name,” I assured her. “You caught me off-guard this morning. Give me a chance to adjust to our new status before holding anything I say against me.”
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��What status would that be?” she asked.
“As a couple,” I explained. “You’re not about to pretend that isn’t what this means, are you?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not going to lie to either of us.”
“Good, I was starting to worry you’d just come over here for sex,” I teased. “I might be hurt if you were just using me for my body.”
“This may sound crazy, but I didn’t plan to end up in bed with you this morning,” she admitted. “I came over to suggest we go out for dinner after work and to tell you I’d decided we should start officially dating. I guess it would really be more admitting that we’re dating since we are. Pretending otherwise is crazy. Of course, I planned to stress the importance of being professional at work.”
“Like showing up on time instead of getting carried away in bed?” I asked with a wry smile.
“We aren’t off to a very good start, are we?” she asked.
“We’re off to a great start,” I argued. “Maybe not a great start with the professional part, but the rest is going very well. I’ll grab your clothes, and then we’d better try to make ourselves look presentable before we head into the office.”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky, and there will be bad traffic we can use as an excuse for our tardiness,” she suggested.
“How important is it to you that we avoid letting people at work know we’re dating?” I asked. Mia already assumed we were dating, and nothing either of us had said had changed her mind. She already knew how I felt about Mercy. I didn’t think Kayla or Liam were so clueless that they hadn’t noticed. We’d all known each other too long to have it go unnoticed. I was also certain I looked quite pleased with myself after my morning with Mercy. They’d all pick up on it.
She shrugged. “I’m not that worried about them realizing we’re dating. Mostly, I just take work seriously, and I plan to continue taking it seriously, even if I am dating my boss. It is a little embarrassing showing up late for work because of what we were doing.”
“Yes,” I agreed with a grin. “We’ll only be an hour late. That’s embarrassing. I should be able to make you at least three hours late. We could try for a half day. How does that sound?”
Mercy giggled. “I don’t think so. We have two meetings this morning, and if we don’t hurry, we’ll be late for the first one.”
I cursed under my breath at the reminder. It was a good thing Mercy was better at acting professionally since I’d completely forgotten about our morning meetings. “We’ll have to continue this later. Would you still like me to take you out to dinner?”
“Very much so,” she replied with a smile.
Chapter 37
Mercy
When I hurried into the conference room shortly after Spencer, Mia greeted me with a knowing smile. Spencer had been right about her figuring out the cause of our tardiness on her own. Liam looked too stressed out to notice anything, and Kayla was out of the office for the day. Her absence was the reason for Liam’s stress. No one blamed Kayla for not making it in. A bout of food poisoning had her lying low. Nearly everyone who’d attended the catered event hosted by one of their clients the previous day was also sick. It was a good thing Kayla was the only member of their team who’d gone. I suspected Liam’s head would have exploded if they’d been short even one more person.
Liam started the meeting. “Before we meet with our client, I want to go over Kayla’s notes. After hearing Mercy’s thoughts on the manager at The Frisky Beaver, Kayla looked into employee turnover at the five clubs he oversees. Turnover isn’t unusually high, but Kayla noted that he’s had some complaints filed by dancers. None of them have been for anything close to what you heard about him entering the changing area, Spencer. The owner believed the incident you reported was a mistake. Kayla believes he’d have more complaints at each club if he spent more than one day a week there.”
“Why is he managing so many clubs?” Spencer asked. “It seems more like he’s acting as a district manager, and there should be a site manager at each club.”
“It looks like the standard business model for the company,” I replied. “The idea behind it is that they can save money by using lower-paid assistant managers.”
Kayla handled all personnel recommendations, so I wasn’t surprised that Spencer didn’t know that detail. Our pre-meeting gathering was to discuss the changes each of them planned to suggest so far.
“There’s no way he can handle that many clubs unless they have more management working at each,” I stated. “I didn’t look at the staffing at the other clubs, but The Frisky Beaver only has one assistant manager and one part-time shift manager. That’s not enough people to effectively run the club.”
“I imagine it also results in more management turnover in the long run,” Spencer added. “If you have an assistant manager who’s doing the job of a manager, they’re going to start looking for a better paying job that values them.”
“Exactly,” I agreed. “It also adds stress on the manager who is responsible for all of those clubs.”
“They need to work on this area in order to have the clubs run more efficiently,” Liam stated.
“I agree,” Spencer replied. “Thankfully, we also have some areas where costs can be cut.”
“Yeah, the clients are never happy when we ask them to spend more money,” Mia muttered, speaking for the first time.
“Why are you in such a bad mood?” Spencer asked her.
“I got an email right after we arrived to let me know who we’re meeting with,” she explained.
“The owner isn’t coming?” Liam asked.
Mia shook her head. “He’s sending his own internal efficiency expert.”
“Why haven’t we met this efficiency expert before?” Spencer asked.
It seemed strange for a company with an efficiency expert to hire an outside firm and not have them working with that employee.
“They hired him this last week,” Mia explained. “I was told they want him to work closely with us on the rest of the project. It’s Warren Nichols.”
Spencer and Liam both cursed under their breaths.
“I take it everyone but me knows Warren Nichols, and he isn’t going to get invited to the office Christmas party,” I remarked.
“Warren was one of my closest friends,” Spencer replied.
“Oh!” It didn’t take a genius to put all the pieces together. “Now, I see why you’d rather avoid working with him.”
“I never liked him,” Mia announced. “He always seemed like a slimy jerk.”
“It turns out that your instincts were right,” Liam muttered.
“Warren isn’t my favorite person, but we can work with him,” Spencer insisted. “The project should be wrapped up in two weeks tops.”
“Why do you have to work with him?” I asked. “Can’t you tell the owner that you’d be happy to go over the results with Warren when you have a complete report, but that you have everything handled on your end?”
“It’s standard in our contract that they can have someone from their team work with us,” Spencer explained. “People rarely take us up on that part of the contract since they figure they’re paying us to handle the job.”
“Is this going to be a problem?” I asked. “There’s bad blood, and you have good reason to hate him.”
“I wouldn’t say I hate him,” Spencer replied. “He made me feel stupid for trusting him.”
“And you wanted to kick his lying ass,” Liam added.
“That too,” Spencer agreed. “Normally, I’m not a violent person.”
“Maybe there’s a way we can work with Warren and keep him away from Spencer,” I suggested.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Liam agreed. “One of us can go over Spencer’s notes at any meetings Warren needs to attend.”
“I can handle being in the same room with him,” Spencer argued.
“But we’ll keep this more professional if you aren’t,” Mia added. “You’ll have to see him toda
y since we don’t have time to make sure someone else can cover all of your notes, but in the future, it would be best if you avoided him.”
Spencer blew out a frustrated breath. “You’re right about me staying away from Warren. Let’s go over the rest of our notes and then get this meeting over with.”
Chapter 38
Spencer
We made it through the meeting with no drama from Warren, much to my surprise. I’d begun to think I could escape without talking to him when he caught up with me right outside my office.
“Hold up, Spence!”
Stifling a groan, I turned and regarded Warren with a quirked eyebrow as I waited for him to speak. He looked unsettled by my silence. Warren wasn’t very tall, only about five-foot-nine with a slight build. He had soft, almost feminine features with short blond hair and pale blue eyes.
“Can we talk in private?” Warren asked. “I assume you’d rather not have such a personal matter broadcast to all the office staff.”
“No,” I replied before looking past him to check the time on the wall clock. “I have back-to-back meetings all day, so I don’t have time to deal with you. I also have no interest in discussing any personal business with you. We’re working together, so let’s keep this professional.”
“What meetings?” Warren demanded. “I’m working on this project, so I need to be made aware of all meetings.”
I counted to ten to get my temper under control. When that didn’t work, I continued counting. Warren, moron that he is, stood there waiting until I gave up on counting at fifty.
“We were friends for years, and yet you know so little about my job that you assume I’m working on only one project.” He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t give him a chance. “I have four other projects to complete before the holidays. If you’d like to schedule a meeting with me, then you can contact my assistant. Otherwise, I’ll see you at the next follow-up meeting on Friday.”
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