Mr. Spencer Read online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
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He takes his shirt off and wipes the bench down with it.

His chest is broad and tanned, and his stomach is rippled with muscles. He has a scattering of dark hair across his chest, and then a trail from his navel that disappears into his pants. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man. I’ve never seen any man, but jeez, he’s one hell of a first.

“We have tea-towels for wiping up spillages,” I say casually.

He kisses me. “I needed an excuse to take some clothing off.” He lays me back over the bench. “You thought that was an innocent spill, didn’t you? It was completely strategic.”

Playful Spencer I can handle. He doesn’t scare me. I laugh out loud, and he slides his hand up my stomach.

“Shit!” He pulls his hand away. “That’s it. This fucking dress is coming off. It has teeth.”

I lie on the bench looking up at him. My hands are above my head, and my blonde hair is splayed out. He smiles and points at me. “Ah, I see what’s going on here. Well played, Charlotte. Well played.”

“What?”

“The old sea anemone dress trick.” He smirks. “That’s an oldie, but a goody, Prescott.”

I giggle.

“You wore that dress knowing full well that I would have to take you into the bedroom and take if off you, didn’t you?”

I smile up at him.

He runs his index finger down my neck, between my breasts, and down to my pubic bone.

Our eyes are locked, and the air leaves my lungs in a rush.

“Didn’t you?” he whispers.

This is it, the moment I’ve waited so long for. I know he thinks I’ve done this before, but hopefully I can fudge my way through it. So far, so good.

“Well?” he asks with a raised brow.

This just all seems to be moving so fast. I have no idea at what pace it should be going. Is this normal?

I nod softly. “Yes.”

He pulls me up by the hand. “Luckily for you.” He grabs my hips and pulls me down from the bench. “I am an excellent personal assistant and will happily oblige.”

We fall serious, and he kisses me, his tongue sweeping deeper into my mouth as he holds my face. My sex begins to throb. “Where is your bedroom?” he asks against my lips.

“Up… upstairs,” I whisper. Oh, this feels like it’s going way too fast. He’s just got here. “Can we just…?”

His eyes meet mine and his face softens. “Slow it down?” he whispers as he kisses my lips softly.

I nod. “I’m sorry. I just…”

“Once again, I’m getting ahead of myself. Spencer Jones needs a leash.”

I laugh out loud at him talking in third person. He takes my jaw in his hands and stares into my eyes. “Will you dance with me, Charlotte?”

“Here?”

“Right here.” He takes out his phone and opens Spotify. “What’s your favourite song?”

I smile and think for a moment. “Umm.” I shrug. “I have a playlist on my phone.”

His eyes widen and he feigns surprise. “You do?”

I giggle. “I do.” I pick up my phone and he takes it from me. “What’s the code?”

I smirk and snatch it from him, typing the code in myself. “I’m not giving you the code to my phone.” I scoff.

“But how am I supposed to spy on you if I can’t get into your phone?”

“You’re an idiot.” I giggle. “All Hands on Deck” by Tenashe begins to play.

He snakes his arms around my waist, the sexy beat playing out around us, and he pulls my body closer to his. “That’s better.” He smiles down at me.

I’m dancing in my kitchen with a gorgeous man who has no shirt on.

Who am I?

My hands roam over his bare shoulders. I can feel his warm skin on my face as I lean on him. “Is this one of your strategic moves?”

He chuckles and twirls me around. “Yeah, but I didn’t think it through too well.”

“Why?”

“Your dress is biting me.” He winces at the crystals pushing up against his chest. “This is painful.”

I laugh out loud and he spins me around.

“But do you see how brave I am?” he asks.

“It really is very impressive.” I smirk.

“Anything for you, Lady Charlotte.” He leans down and kisses me softly. “What are the words to this song?” He frowns as he listens. “All hands on deck, all in the front all in the back,” he repeats.

He has the ability to switch between intense and playful within seconds. I’ve never met anyone like him before.

He raises a sexy brow. “All part of your strategic planning, no doubt, Prescott.”

“What is?” I laugh.

“All in the front, all in the back.”

“They’re words to a song.” I shake my head.

“Ah, but are they.” He puts his hands on my arse. “Or are you giving me directions to where you want me to touch you?” His tongue takes mine with purpose. “A roadmap, as such. Is this a secret code I needed to crack?”


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