Page 43 of Revival

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Spencer

The doorto our room crashes open with the swipe of my wristband. With my fingertips on her belly, I push her inside.

“Spencer,” she whines, craning her neck to reach my mouth.

Her jaw fits nicely in the curve of my thumb, gripping her as I pin her to the wall. I ignore the way the mottled skin across my hand contrasts with her unblemished face. My mouth finds her neck, and I take my time worshipping the sweet skin there.

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

Fuck.

I briefly squeeze my eyes shut.

“You’ll take what I’m giving you, Cortney,” I murmur against her, kicking the door shut with my heel.

Moving beneath her jaw, I force her head flush against the wall. After locating the gauzy fabric of her dress down by her hips, I collect it into my fist and tug.

“You should wear dresses every day.”

“I packed several.”

“They look amazing on you, Kitten, but they’ll look even better on this floor.”

The material drags torturously slow up her gorgeous body. Inch by inch, I reveal her. Saliva fills my mouth at the tempting package.

“Lift your arms.”

The fabric moves up and over, fluttering to the ground at our feet. I step back and soak her in for the first time in over twenty years.

I’ve never seen someone more perfect. Whatever flaws she might have only make her more beautiful. Her tits are round and full, encased in a yellow bikini. Stringy bows secure the bottoms on her hips. She’s soft, yet strong, at the same time, her legs long and toned.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Kitten. Don’t know if your ex ever got around to telling you that, but if it were me, I’d let you know every single day.”

“It’s been a long time,” she says breathily, looking up at me with trusting dark eyes. The desire swirling there goes straight to my cock.

“Yet you’re just as beautiful as the last time.”

“The only time,” she corrects.

I rub my thumb over her plump bottom lip. “The first time.”

The promise has the desired effect. Her tongue sneaks out, tasting my digit, and she steps into my chest. Her dexterous fingertips drill against my pecs, a little dance of anticipation.

“You can have this week.” She rises on her tiptoes for another kiss. I tilt my jaw, and her lips land against the scruff beneath my chin.

“The whole week?” The words grind against my vocal cords as her attention to my neck steals my control.

“As long as you’re a good boy.” Her eyes sweep the length of me, and she licks her lips. Spinning on her heel, she begins a sultry walk to the bedroom.

I reach out and grip the back of her neck, dragging her back around and pinning her body beneath mine against the wall.

Molten desire pools as her heated gaze locks onto mine.

“Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t play that way, so if you need a good boy, you might as well walk down to the club and see if that guy from last night is waiting around for you to boss him around.”

The puff of her exhale blows across my lips, and I have to fight against every instinct screaming at me to kiss her mercilessly right now.

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