Page 72 of The Geography of Happiness

For now he was mine, and I returned to my explorations, my palms grazing the hard nubs of his nipples. Spencer gasped and rested his forehead against mine, his breathing fast and shallow, his eyes the deepest chocolate, almost black, his lips parted on a sigh. I smiled to myself. “You like that, huh?”

“Mmm” was all I got in reply.

I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his, sliding my tongue inside but keeping it light and teasing. He groaned and did the same, the kiss falling into an achingly tender brush of hearts that sent my mind spiralling into wishes and dreams I had no right indulging.

His nipples tightened under my palms with every back-and-forth caress, but when I switched to run the backs of my fingers across the buds, he shuddered with pleasure. I made my way down to splay my hand across his soft, flat belly where all those coarse curls thinned into that tempting treasure trail. Then I ran the tips of my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and?—

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned against my bruised lips, then lifted his mouth to kiss the end of my nose before burying his face in the side of my neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin over my collarbone.

“Oh god, yes.” I angled my neck to give him room to work, my eyelids fluttering closed. But when my tunnelling fingers caught in the elastic of his briefs, Spencer jolted back, grabbing my wrists.

He exhaled slowly and gave me one of those crooked smiles I was learning to love. “Damn. Do that again and we’re gonna have a problem.” He leaned in and ran his nose up the side of my face. “I haven’t embarrassed myself for twenty years, but you’ve got me on a hair trigger.”

I leaned back and stared at him. My disbelief was clearly evident because he added, “I’m deadly serious. And I want this time to be about you, not me getting off at light speed, yeah?”

“This time?”

He grinned and kissed me before I could call him on the idea, and then when he began unzipping my jeans, I forgot about it entirely.

“You doing okay there?” He began to work my jeans over my hips, and the fact I managed a grunt and nod was a goddamn miracle.

But then common sense kicked in and I stayed his hand. “Hang on.” I reached for my phone but the screen was empty. We stood in silence for a moment but the house was quiet.

Spencer cocked his head. “You wanna go check?”

I grimaced. “Would you mind?”

“Of course not. Go. I’ll meet you on the sofa in the study off the lounge.” He winked. “It has a door, and I’m too old for all these hard surfaces.”

I chuckled and slid off the bench, whipping my shirt over my head before tiptoe-running back to Hannah’s room to find her sleeping like a baby. Ten seconds later I was back in the lounge and finding my way into the study.

Spencer was already there, dressed in just his jeans and socks, a blanket in his hand, and with a sexy-as-fuck come-hither look in those dark eyes. Shadows played on the wall as I entered, the room softly lit by a lamp on the large desk pushed against one wall, my phone and a tube of lube front and centre on a small coffee table next to the sofa.

My gaze lingered on the lube.

Decision made.

I clicked the door shut, pulled the shirt over my head, and dropped it to the floor. Then I made my way over, wondering who the hell was this man who looked exactly like me but felt a million miles from the man who’d flown into the Mackenzie just four days earlier. That man wouldn’t have dreamed of walking into the arms of another man he’d known so briefly. A man who knew more about him than almost everyone in his life. A man he...Iwas about to make love to because that’s exactly what I was doing. There was no pretending I wasn’t.

Spencer opened his arms and I walked right in. No kisses this time. We simply locked eyes as he unzipped my jeans and pushed them down over my hips and thighs to puddle around my ankles. I stepped free and kicked them aside, leaving me standing in my green chequered briefs and nothing else.

He reached for my hand and held it to the side while his gaze raked appreciatively over my body. “So fucking beautiful.” He shot me a lewd smile that set my balls humming, then ranhis hand down my chest and over my quivering belly, stopping just shy of my straining cock. “All this creamy, lickable skin.” He pulled on the elastic waistband of my briefs and took a peek inside. “Mmm, uncut.” His gaze rose to mine and he winked. “My favourite.”

My cheeks flamed, because of course they did, and I huffed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re hot.” He sat on the couch, which put him eye level with my groin, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything so sexy. No one had ever reacted to me the way he did. No one looked at me like I was their favourite wet dream. Like just kissing me was a turn-on. Like they wanted to eat me alive.

No one, until this man.

Until Spencer.

And no one had ever set my body on fire the way he did.

Like he knew what I was thinking, Spencer looked up from his front-row seat to my dick and smiled. “You ready, hot stuff?”

I snorted at his ridiculousness but nodded. And with that, Spencer leaned in to nuzzle my dick through the cotton of my damp briefs, and a sound I’d never heard before fell loudly from my lips and ricocheted around the small room.

“Shit.” I slapped a hand over my mouth and Spencer chuckled but kept nuzzling, nudging and nosing my dick from one side to the other before mouthing my balls trembling underneath. But when his lips finally closed around my shaft and ran its length, dragging my briefs along for the ride, it was lights out and my eyes rolled back in my head.

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