Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Obsession (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1) (2 page)

             
I slammed the front door to the townhouse that I shared with my best friend, Bridget. I couldn't help it—I still hadn't gotten over the parking ticket incident. And the more I thought about it
and
Spencer's schmoozy attitude, the angrier I got.

              “Is everything okay,” I heard Bridget call out from the kitchen, a tinge of nervousness in her voice.

              I threw my purse onto the floor and then flung my body down onto the couch in a ceremony of defeat. “Not really,” I grumbled.

              And before I could even elaborate, there was Bridget's gorgeous, concerned face peering over the back of the couch to look at me, the appropriate reaction of any good best friend.

              “What's the matter, Em?” she asked as she furrowed her brows and leaned over to touch the top of my head. “Did you get the internship?”

              “It's just been a really horrible day. Not only is Spencer Ford—my new boss—incredibly gorgeous and amazing, but he also
likes
me because he thinks I'm single. At least I think. And I like him back. And yes, I got the job. And to top it all off, I got a $340 parking ticket! So yeah, I'm having a crappy day,” I spewed out the words before I could even think about what I was saying.

              Once I'd finished my rant, I realized how ridiculous and melodramatic it all sounded, but I couldn't help it. I was upset and, in my mind, rightfully so. But to Bridget, I'm sure this sounded like a normal day. After all, she was California sun-kissed gorgeous and her parents were incredibly wealthy, so she didn't have to worry about anything. As much as that bugged me sometimes, I still loved her. After all, she was one of the most caring and honest people I'd ever met.

              Bridget stared at me for a minute, trying to figure out where to even start, I guess, and finally settled on, “So let me get this straight: your boss is gorgeous and in love with you? Woe is me,” she teased, feigning annoyance.

              “Bridge, please! This is serious. I start my internship on Monday and I have absolutely no clothes, no money thanks to this parking ticket and my boss thinks I'm into him—because I am, but yet he doesn't know I'm engaged. What am I going to do?” I shrieked, covering my face with my hands.

              Bridget came around to the front of our luxurious wraparound couch (paid for by her parents) and sat down beside me. She pried my hands away from my face and said, “Em, it's all going to be okay. I promise. Just trust the divine forces of the Universe.”
              She barely had time to finish her sentence before my cell phone started buzzing. We looked at each other—me out of confusion, and her in an I-told-you-so kind of way.

              I glanced at the number. It was local, but that’s about all I knew. I swiped a finger across the screen and brought the phone up to my ear, “Hello?”

              “Is this Emily Anne?” A familiar voice asked on the other end.

              “Yes? Who is this?” I replied in confusion.

              “It's Spencer Ford. We just had an interview together,” said the smooth, velvety voice on the other end.

             
Dammit.
“How did you get my number?” I spewed out, incredulous. I knew I was being rude, but I couldn't help it. I felt so violated. I had just wanted to get away from him—away from all this confusion, but yet here he was
stalking
me.

              “Uh...your application?” His voice sounded like he was a little concerned about my sanity at this point and I couldn't really blame him.

              “Oh, right...” I replied, my anger giving way to embarrassment. I looked at Bridget and she mouthed,
Who is it?

             
I mouthed back,
My new boss,
and rolled my eyes, which was a huge mistake, because this just sent her into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

              “Is everything okay?” Spencer asked, sounding unsure for the first time since I’d met him. “I mean, you ran out of here like you were on fire. I was worried about you.”

              “You were worried about me?” I felt a little twinge of sadness and regret for not staying there in the hallway with him, but then I reminded myself why I couldn't. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bridget raising her eyebrows at me suggestively.

              “Of course. And I just wanted to let you know that I've taken care of your parking ticket,” he said, like it was no big deal.

              “What? How did you even know about that?” I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, mortified about what he thought of me now.

              “When you ran off, I followed you hoping to clear things up, but you were too far away to call out to. And when I saw you pull that slip of paper off your windshield, based on your reaction I knew it couldn’t be anything good. So, I went back into the office and called up one of my contacts at the city offices and had him run your name to see if anything flagged. Sure enough, you had a pretty hefty parking violation on your record,” he laughed nervously. “I hope all this doesn’t come off as too creepy.”

              “Definitely not creepy, but…I am
so
embarrassed,” I admitted. “I swear I don't normally do things like this.”

              “I know,” he replied. I could hear the grin coming through in his voice.

              “What do you mean, you
know
?” I asked warily.

              “Well, I mean, obviously I run a background check on all potential employees. I have to know who I'm dealing with. I'm a little confused, though. I mean, your record never said anything about you being a handicapped parking bandit,” he teased.

              I groaned, “Well, I feel insanely mortified, to say the least. Thank you
so much
for paying it. Don't worry, though, I'll pay back every dime. You can just take it out of my first paycheck or something,” I offered.

              “Nonsense! It's really my duty. I've been telling the city that we need more dedicated parking at Ford Enterprises for years now, it just hasn't been done. I'm sorry that you had to get so stressed out about it,” Spencer said genuinely, “Besides, I'm sure I'll think of other ways you can pay me back.”

              I laughed nervously. “Well, I really really appreciate your generosity. I'm sorry for all the trouble.”

              “It's not a problem at all. I enjoy looking out for you, Emily Anne,” he replied warmly and I could tell that he genuinely meant it.

              I felt butterflies in my stomach and smile slowly spread across my face. I bit my lip to keep Bridget from seeing how smitten I felt. “I'll see you on Monday Mr. Ford. I mean...Spencer.”

              “I'll see you then, Emily Anne. Be safe this weekend—the parking police will be out in full force, I'm sure,” he said with a soft laugh.

              I giggled and replied, “See you next week.” I hung up the phone before he could get anymore jabs in and I sighed, feeling conflicted.

              I had barely sat the phone back down in my lap, before Bridget literally pounced on me wanting to know all the details. “You
have
to spill,” she pleaded.

              I laughed and pushed her off of me. “Okay, okay. Get off, weirdo!”

              She fake pouted and sat up beside me as we both caught our breath.

              “What did he say?!” she squealed, bouncing up and down with excitement.

              “Okay, I'll tell. But you have to promise not to say, 'I told you so.'”

              “I promise,” she said, putting on her most sincere face.

              “He
paid
my parking ticket. All $340 of it,” I admitted, bracing myself for the backlash.

              “Em, seriously? That, is amazing. See? The Universe
did
take care of you. Just like I said,” she beamed.

              I shot her a look and she got serious again. “Do you think I should feel guilty?”

              “Are you kidding? Heck no! Spencer Ford is a billionaire. $340 to him is nothing. Besides, it
is
his fault in a way,” Bridget reasoned. She always knew just what to say to make me feel better.

              “You're right. I'll just take it and shut up,” I nodded in agreement.

              “Of course I am. Now let's get our booties up off this couch and go to the mall. We've got some shopping to do, girlfriend!” Bridget yelled, jumping up from the couch. Shopping was her favorite pastime, especially if it involved making over someone with no sense of fashion: me.

              I groaned, acting like I wasn't into it, but secretly I loved shopping with Bridget. It was nice to get her to myself every now and then since she was usually so busy. We were complete opposites in pretty much every aspect of our lives, especially when it came to social circles.

              Bridget's list of friends and acquaintances was a mile long, whereas mine basically included Bridget and my laptop. So yeah, needless to say I was much more the loner type. Especially since everything and
everyone
was so different out here in California. At least, compared to my tiny hometown in Illinois. Even though I had been here for almost four years now, I still couldn't get over it.

              And now that I had a handsome boss to impress, I needed all the help I could get. Operation:
Sex Kitten
was a go.

              After an all-day excursion of shopping with Bridget—it was like a sport for her—we were
finally
home. I literally felt as though I might pass out from exhaustion, so after kicking our shoes off in the entryway and hanging up our handbags on the coat rack, I turned and gave her a long hug.

              She squeezed back tightly and I whispered, “Thanks, Bridge,” then I pulled away again.

              She smiled warmly at me and cocked her head to the side. “Of course. That's what friends are for, silly. Besides, you know I'll take any excuse to shop my heart out.”

              I laughed and nodded, knowing how true her statement was. After all, she had easily blown through $1,500 in a matter of a few hours. And this had been a “light” day for her.

              “Hey,” she bumped my arm. “You okay?”

              “Yeah, I'm just...exhausted,” I sighed, leaning my back against the wall for added emphasis. This was a partial truth, but not the whole story. I
was
tired, but also extremely anxious about seeing Spencer again.

              She giggled and stared at me for another minute, assessing whether or not I was telling the truth. Finally she replied, “Get some sleep, Em. You'll feel better tomorrow.”

              I nodded and pushed myself away from the wall. “Night, Bridge.”

              I was halfway up the stairs before I finally heard her call out, “Good night.”

              Once I got to my bedroom I threw my shopping bags on the floor in a pile.
I'll deal with you later,
I thought to myself as I plopped down onto my bed, sighing in relief at how comfortable and satisfying it felt to be alone with my thoughts, at last.

              That was the difference between Bridget and I—she loved to talk, and I, on the other hand, loved silence.

              I sighed and closed my eyes, taking in the feel of my pillow cradling my neck. It was one of those cloud-like memory foam ones that cost an arm and a leg, but I was reminded every night when my head hit the pillow how great of an investment it had been.

              I smiled to myself and lazily entertained the idea that I should really get up and take a shower, brush my teeth, put on pajamas…but my body's desires won out instead. My eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't even open them if I wanted to.

              So instead of fighting it, I gave in to the alluring state of limbo between reality and sleep.

              With my eyes closed, I found myself enveloped in a thick, inky fog—its tendrils curling around my body and lapping at my bare skin. Surprisingly, I didn't feel threatened. Instead there was a sense of tranquility and even...arousal. It was a feeling I had never felt before—comfort in the midst of such suffocating darkness.

              I allowed the waves of pleasure from the fog's caresses to wash over me, causing me to squirm in intense desire.  I could feel the wetness begin to pool between my milky-white thighs, my muscles quivering with longing.

              Instinctively, my hands explored the smooth, soft flesh of my own body—touching and teasing and working their way down to massage my juicy, ripe mound. I moaned at the sensation it invoked deep within me and I could feel my nipples harden in response.

              “Mmm, yes, that's it.” A deep, familiar masculine voice breathed into my ear. “Keep going, sweetheart.”

              Then, his strong hand reached down and enclosed my own, delicately guiding my fingers in between my puffy swollen lips. He helped massage me for a bit, and then when I felt like I couldn't take anymore he slipped several of my fingers inside of me—and a few of his own.

              I gasped in response to the burning stretch between my thighs—a mix of deeply delicious pleasure and pain. “Oooh,” I breathed heavily, turning my head towards him, nuzzling my face into the stubbly flesh of his neck.

              I felt his warm, wet lips kiss my forehead and I rooted around in the dark, desperate to have his mouth on my own as our fingers explored my insides.

              Finally, our lips met with such desperation and fervency that a jolt of electricity shot through my entire body. I let out an involuntary moan and began grinding back and forth against our fingers in a fit of animalistic desire.

              I felt a smile form on his lips and he let out a primal groan. “Oh, Emily. You are a naughty girl.”

              His words made my insides flutter with longing as our fingers thrusted in and out, in and out. “Spencer,” I breathed. “I want to feel you inside of me. All of you.” I bit my lip at how forward I sounded and hoped it wasn't a turn-off, but I didn't care. I couldn't hold back my need for him any longer.

              “Mmm,” he moaned. “You better be careful, Miss Prescott. You're soon going to have a situation on your hands that you won't be able to get out of,” he replied, his voice husky and thick with desire as he removed our fingers painfully slowly from deep within me. A moan of protest escaped my lips at the emptiness I now felt between my legs, my fluids pooling around me.

              He brought my dripping wet fingers up to my face and gently placed them on my lips. “Are you sure this is what you want, darling?” he purred.

              I nodded quickly, my breathing becoming shallow in anticipation, my lips parting slightly. And without comment he nudged my wet fingers inside my mouth and commanded me to suck.

              I did as I was told and sucked and lapped at my fingers, licking every last wet inch of them clean as I swallowed my mess. And when he slipped his own wet fingers inside my mouth I sucked those clean without hesitation as well.

              “Oh, baby,” he groaned, placing his mouth on mine, furious with want. “I have something else I need you to suck on.”

              Without waiting for a response he was pulling me up by my wrists in the dark so that I was now kneeling in front of him. Even though it was so dark that we couldn't see one another, I could feel his expectant presence standing before me. As if to confirm this, I heard a 'zzzip' as he undid his pants and let his hard prick spring free from its cage, millimeters from my mouth.

              My mouth started to salivate at the thought of taking his length in between my lips—both pairs. I tentatively stuck out the tip of my tongue and brushed it against his swollen head, causing him to suck in a breath. 'I must have taken him by surprise,' I thought with a smirk.

              I continued to lick gently at the tip of his head, running my wet tongue over the surface playfully.

              “Mmm. You're killing me,” he groaned. And then he shoved his whole length down my throat without warning, holding the back of my head in place so I couldn't pull away. I gagged in response to his forcefulness, but at the same time I wanted more.

              I had never experienced anything like this—so raw and animalistic, but also incredibly intimate. I couldn't imagine John ever being so in-charge and sure of himself in this way and now that I had had a taste of what sex was like with an older, more confident man, I doubted I could go back to the alternative. Anything less would seem like a downgrade.

              Finally, Spencer pulled back a little and allowed me to breathe.

              “Are you sure you can handle more, darling?” he asked me, gently tilting my chin upwards with his fingers.

              I nodded slowly and bit my lip. I was nervous, but I wanted him more than anything I'd ever wanted before and wasn't about to stop now. “Yes, I need you. Now,” I breathed, as I kissed his fingertips and then took them into my mouth again, sucking. I could still smell and taste my nectar on him and it drove me crazy.

              I wrapped my arms around his backside and squeezed firmly then worked my fingers up to the band of his trousers. Since he had already undone his belt and unzipped his pants I was able to pull them off with minimal effort as he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

              In one swift motion he had pushed me onto my back and was on top of me now, straddling me and kissing my mouth hard and fast. I could taste the desire on his tongue, satisfied that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

              Spencer placed his lips at the base of my collarbone, kissing and sucking gently. I moaned involuntarily and thrusted my hips against his hard cock, rubbing my dripping wet pussy up and down his shaft.

              It was his turn to moan now and he kissed me fiercely—possessively. And then he was rubbing his tip back and forth at my entrance. I was throbbing in ecstasy, unable to breathe until he was inside of me.

              “Do it,” I pleaded, writhing in agony. “Please fuck me.”

*****

              I awoke to the shrieking pulse of my alarm clock, cursing myself for not disabling it the night before. After all, it was Saturday and one of the last few days that I would get to sleep in before I started my new internship.

              I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and groaned, recalling the dream I had been immersed in only moments before.
What the fuck, Em? You just had a twisted sex dream about your new boss. Way to make it even more awkward.

              As if I didn't already feel guilty enough about the fact that I flirted non-stop with my soon-to-be boss
during
my interview, now my subconscious mind was supplying me with sexually explicit dream fantasies about him in its spare time.

              I could feel the ball of anxiety tightening in the pit of my stomach and I knew what I had to do. On Monday morning I was just going to have to march into Spencer's office and tell him straight-up that I am an engaged woman and the flirting cannot, under any circumstances, continue.

             
Yes,
I nodded to myself.
That's what I'll do. I'll just come clean and end it before anything even begins.
No harm, no foul,
I reasoned, ignoring the other part of my brain that was protesting loudly to this plan.