Read Online Spencer Cohen Series, Book Three (The Spencer Cohen Series 3) by N.R. Walker - Free Book Online Page B

like spend time with our friends. Then we’d do the lunch date at his parents’ place on Sunday.
    I was ready to throw those plans out the window the second I saw him on Friday afternoon. He was early, and I was in the cubicle Daniela used for piercings, helping her with inventory when he poked his head around the curtain.
    “Hey.”
    I was literally stuck for words. The mere sight of him made me lose track of all coherent thought and social graces because as soon as my stupid brain registered seeing him, I tossed my spreadsheet, and in three strides I had my hands on his face and was kissing him.
    He laughed against my mouth. “I hope you don’t greet everyone like that.”
    I pulled back and slid one arm around him instead. “Not every one.”
    He laughed and waved a hello at Daniela. “Sorry to interrupt.”
    She had picked up my discarded paperwork, putting it back together with a smile. She looked fondly at me. “It’s hard to be pissed at him when he looks so happy, yes?”
    I rolled my eyes, and keeping him against me, I pushed him toward the back door. “See you guys later,” I called out. “We’ll just be going now.”
    Andrew chuckled as we made it outside, and leaving me behind, he took the stairs two at a time up to my flat. He turned and looked down at me. “What are you waiting for?”
    “Just watching your arse as you climb those stairs. You really do fill out those work pants so very well.”
    He grinned. “Wanna know what else I fill in very well?”
    I took the stairs slowly, our gazes never breaking. “What’s that?” I asked, though I was pretty sure I knew what he meant. I wanted to hear him say it.
    I reached the top of the stairs, and he leaned his back against my door. He bit his lip and his cheeks flushed, but his eyes were full of fire and promise. “You. I fill you up, very well.”
    Fuck.
    I put my key into the lock, almost pressing against him, and opened the door. Andrew walked backwards into my flat, and no sooner had I stepped inside did he push the door shut behind me and push me against it. He was all hard muscles and warm and strong, he smelled divine, and he was already hard. “I want to fill you, right now.”
    My moan was cut short by his mouth covering mine. He ground his hips into mine and kissed me hard, all clashing teeth and tongues and urgent hands.
    I tried to pull his vest over his head, needing to feel the warmth of his skin against me, but he had other ideas. Bossy Andrew was in charge, there was no doubt about it. He batted my hands away only to drag me into the bedroom where he stripped me, stretched me, and just like he said he would, he filled me.
     
     
    Later, when we were splayed out on my bed, puffing, and boneless, he took my hand. “You okay?”
    “Very.”
    He chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. “Wow.”
    I brought our joined hands to my lips and kissed the back of his hand. “I know, right? You left work early?”
    “Yep. I’ve worked through enough lunch breaks for my boss not to care when I asked if it was okay.”
    “Couldn’t wait, huh?”
    He turned his head and looked right at me. “Nope.”
    “And it’s still early enough that we can go out for dinner.”
    “Really?”
    “Yep. Like a proper date kind of dinner, and if you promise to fuck me like that again later, I’ll even take you to a jazz bar after we eat.”
    He laughed. “Or we could just stay in.”
    “Or we could just go out for dinner.”
    “Is this you being bossy?”
    “Yep.”
    “It needs work.”
    “Shut up and get dressed.”
    He laughed. “That’s much better.”

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    Saturday morning consisted of showers and ending up back in bed. My arse was tender from the night before, and Andrew offered himself, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I lay over Andrew, nestled between his thighs, our erections pressing together, but it wasn’t hurried or desperate. It was slow rocking and gentle kisses, tight embraces and soft whimpers, a