The Spencer Cohen Series, Book Three(7)

By: N.R. Walker



“Never done what before?” I asked. “Fucked some guy into the mattress?” He nodded, still not meeting my eyes. “Andrew, seriously, you can do that to me every day of the week.”

He looked at me then. “Are you sore?”

I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him against me. “That was incredible. No, I’m not sore.” I wiggled my arse. “Well, maybe a little, but that’s because you’re hung like a horse.”

His reaction was a mix of amused and horrified. “Oh my God. Did I hurt you?”

I laughed. “No. Like I said, you can have me like that any time you want.”

“Oh.” Andrew chuckled, still obviously embarrassed. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I know what came over you. Because I got you close to orgasm on the papasan chair, but I came first because, well, you were so fucking hot, and apparently close to orgasm wasn’t good enough for you.”

He barked out a laugh, flushed a full shade of red, and ducked his head into my chest. “God, Spencer. You can’t just say stuff like that.”

I drew in a deep breath and sighed. “You are a confounding man, Andrew Landon. Tiger in bed, kitten out of it.”

He pulled his head back quickly and stared at me. “What?”

He made me laugh. “You have no idea, do you?” I took his blank stare as my answer. “It’s what I find so enthralling about you. You look like a shy, mild-mannered guy, but underneath you’re really just a bossy top.”

His eyes almost popped out of his head. “A bossy top?” He scoffed. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not here ten minutes ago? Because I’m pretty sure you just bossy-topped me into the mattress.”

He made a whining sound and shook his head. I think he was genuinely horrified. “I’m not… I don’t… I’m not just a top.”

“No, you’re a bossy bottom too.”

“I’m not bossy,” he said quietly. “Well, I don’t mean to be.”

I held his face and kissed him. “You’re perfect. Don’t change a thing.”

He gave me a small frown. “I’m not perfect. You keep saying I am, but I’m not.”

I rolled us over until I was on top of him. I put both hands to his face and kissed him again, deeper this time. When I pulled away, I waited for him to open his eyes and look at me. “You know what would make you absolutely perfect?”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a pretty big ask, but I’m sure you’ll manage absolutely-perfect status.” I rolled off him, got off the bed, and walked to the door. “Pick a movie and make some popcorn.”

“And that will make me perfect?”

“Yep. I’m going to have a shower.”

He called out, “And you think I’m bossy?”

“Yes, I do.” I went into my bathroom and my smile grew even wider when I saw his toothbrush next to mine in the holder. It was crazy how happy something so simple made me. Not that I’d ever admit to Andrew how seeing his toothbrush next to mine made my heart thump funny because I’m certain he’d think me mad. Or a romantic sap. Or both.

My smile cut short when he followed me into the shower—literally into the shower cubicle and the streaming water. He was still naked, but I could tell something was wrong by the look on his face. “Andrew?”

It was like something couldn’t wait, as though he had to tell me what was on his mind in that second or he’d die. His brow furrowed. “I know I’m bossy but I don’t mean to be. You make me forget to censor myself.”

Standing under the stream of water, I opened my mouth to speak, but he wasn’t done.

“With Eli, I had to watch what I said or did because I didn’t want to scare him off. I never spoke my mind. I never took charge and ordered him around in the bedroom like I just did with you.” He swallowed hard and blinked at the spray of water on his face. “But I can be me around you. I am bossy. I like things done a certain way. I’m a perfectionist, but I’m not perfect. You see the real me. This is who I am.”

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