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His strokes became harder and faster, rocketing her toward her peak. She bit her lip to avoid the cry that wanted to tear loose from her throat, clamping down on him hard in a brutal, exquisite climax.
Behind her, he cursed and shoved deeply, holding her in place while his cock throbbed out his release into the condom.
He leaned against her back, nuzzled her neck. “Such a naughty girl,” he murmured.
With that, he backed away, the doors opened, and then he was gone.
Chapter Twelve
The wide smile on Spencer’sface was genuine. The only way the evening could have been better was if he’d had more time with the sexy vixen, but those things were tricky. Each woman was unique when it came to seduction; each required something different, whether it be a bit of romance and a gentle hand or something darker, more carnal.
Spencer had a gift for figuring out what that something was.
Vexy, as he had come to think of her, was all about the power. Not a submissive—she was too strong-willed and confident for that—but she did need that show of dominance, that darker edge to get her off.
That was what he had provided. Oh, much of it had been an illusion. Not the sex, of course. That had been raw and primal enough that his heart was still pounding. The exhibitionist aspect, however, hadn’t been quite as risky as it seemed. Having been on the wrong side of the paparazzi’s lenses more than once, he had no wish to compromise the woman, nor himself. As such, he had made arrangements beforehand, ensuring that no alarms would sound when he stopped the elevator, and no one below would be able to see anything clearly when he dimmed the lights.
Vexy, his vexing, sexy vixen, hadn’t known that, though, and with very little actual attention on his part, she had practically melted in his hands.
He could still taste her on his tongue. Surprisingly sweet, with the perfect hint of feminine musk. It was if she knew exactly what would turn him on. He could have spent hours between those toned, silken thighs and enjoyed every minute of it. His cock started hardening again just thinking about it.
He almost wished he hadn’t walked away and pushed theDownbutton on his way out. That he could walk right back into that elevator, scoop her up into his arms, take her back to his suite, and spend the rest of the night pleasuring her.
The thought had merit. But, as much as he wanted to do just that, he wouldn’t.Shewouldn’t want him to. It was too soon.
If he wasn’t mistaken, and he rarely was, she enjoyed the game aspect as much as the sex itself. The anticipation of a next time, wonderingifthere would be a next time, would make their next encounter even better.
