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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“You can come in!” Wyatt calls. I walk in to find my roses have been carefully placed in the centre of the dining table.

“Thank you.” I walk in and throw my handbag on the foyer table. I kick off my shoes, turn the television on, and I walk through to the kitchen to boil the kettle.

I listen as Anthony walks around upstairs and Wyatt does his balcony checks. Eventually, they both come down to the kitchen to find me.

“Are you going out again tonight?” Anthony asks.

“No. I’m having room service and going to bed early,” I lie. “I won’t be needing you again this evening.”

“We’ll be here in the hotel the whole night,” Anthony assures me.

I smile. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. I appreciate you both.”

They head to the front door, and Wyatt turns to look at me as if he knows something is off.

I smile calmly and hold eye contact with him.

Flowers and lingerie, you idiot.

He knows.

“Goodnight, boys.” I smile. “I’ll head down to the gym at 6:00 a.m. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“We’ll see you there,” Wyatt says flatly, and then they both walk out into the corridor.

“See you then.” I close the door, turn the lock, and run through the apartment and up to my room.

Next stop: YouPorn.

I open my laptop and type the words YouPorn into the search bar as I sit on my bed. The site opens up in front of me and my eyes instantly widen.

Oh shit.

The page is full of little squares of images of things—things that I have never seen before. My mouth falls open, but I find myself leaning closer. There are women bent over, men ejaculating, dicks—lots of dicks.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I scroll through the images.

I click on the next page and read some of the headings.

Slut Fucks Teacher. Anal to Mouth. Anal to what? That’s a thing? Hubs Watches Wife Fuck His Friend. Dual POV? What does that mean? Cream Pie! What the hell is a cream pie?

I scroll through the pages, completely overwhelmed. It’s very intimidating seeing images of naked people having sex. Dicks, lots of hard dicks, in every shape and colour… they’re everywhere.

I click out of the site in disgust, slamming my laptop shut.

It feels cheap to even be looking at it.

I shiver in disgust and get up to go take a shower.

Ten minutes later, as I stand under the hot water, I think about what I’ve just seen. I want to know how to please Spencer. I want to know what to do.

There is only one way to learn. It’s not like I’m going to be able to see this stuff anywhere else.

I’m going to have to go out there and make myself watch a few things.

I turn off the shower with renewed determination, and I storm back out to my bedroom to reopen my laptop. I scroll through the categories.

Romantic? Yes, I want romantic. I keep searching until I find one that looks okay, and I hit play, leaning back against my headboard.

It involves a couple, both about my age, and both dark haired. They’re naked in bed and kissing.

His hand slides down to between her legs, and I watch, transfixed.

They begin to kiss, his hand moving lower. I sit forward as he slides two fingers into her.

My mouth falls open. Oh, I feel my arousal rolling in as I watch him turn her on. I can see the muscles on his shoulder contract as he works her. Her legs are opening wider and wider. This is hot.

My eyebrows rise, and I swallow the lump in my throat. I look around guiltily. This feels so naughty. I exhale as she moans and thrashes, her back arching off the bed. I can almost feel it myself. I rub my legs together to ease some tension.

The man lies back, and she kisses down his chest and over his stomach. Then she begins to suck on his penis.

His hands are on the back of her head.

I hold my breath.

Fascinated, I watch her bring him to his undoing. He groans beneath her, unable to control himself. His legs are wide, and his face…

Oh, I want to do this to Spencer.

* * *

Like a cat ready to pounce on her prey, I sit at the kitchen island in my sexy little nightdress.

It’s 7:30 p.m., and I hate to admit it, but I watched people having sex for over an hour this afternoon. Soft sex, hard sex, messy and wet sex—all of it was hot. Damn, Sarah was right. I have been missing out.

I sip my wine and smirk to myself. Who the hell am I?

Working in a mailroom, sneaking men into my suite, watching porn, getting flowers and sitting here in sexy nightwear, waiting for the most gorgeous man of all time to come and cook me dinner.


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