Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Torment (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 2) (12 page)

After we had settled into the house and freshened up a bit I explored the master bedroom and all of its opulence, while Spencer went to brief the staff on our schedule for meals and outings. There was a large, four poster king size mahogany bed, complete with a canopy. Off to the left of the room were a set of bamboo french doors and I walked over, curious to see where they lead.

As I opened them, I was immediately greeted by the sound of crashing waves and the most breathtaking sunset ocean view I’d ever seen—and it was all
ours.
I mean, sure I’d been to beaches before, but they were always crawling with tourists and boats that littered the landscape and took away from the pureness of it all. Here, it was just us and the sand and the ocean. All you could see was blue for miles until it faded into the purple and pink watercolor strokes of the horizon.

I left the doors open and went and laid down on the over-sized king bed, closing my eyes as I took in the ebb and flow of the waves and felt the sea breeze caressing my skin. And before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, the jet lag finally catching up to me.

What seemed like only a few minutes later, I felt someone lay down beside me and I opened my eyes sleepily, realizing it was now dark. The only light that streamed in through the bamboo french doors was from the glow of the full moon. Confused, I asked, “Did I fall asleep?”

Spencer stared at me lovingly, touching my cheek with his finger and nodded. “Yes, darling,” he whispered. “You’ve been asleep for about four hours,” he said with a soft laugh.

I groaned. Apparently I had been more tired than I thought. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked, disappointed that I’d slept so long and wasted the last of the daylight on our new island.

“Because you looked so peaceful. Besides, I needed you well rested for your next surprise,” he teased, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

I rolled onto my side and stared at him. “Spencer, no,” I complained in protest. “There can’t be any more surprises. I’m going to get spoiled.”

He had an amused look on his face and replied, “Oh, is that right? Because the last time I checked, I was in charge here. And if I want to spoil you,” he said, reaching out to tickle my ribs,  “I will do so.”

I giggled and squirmed uncontrollably, trying to get away from his grasp, but it was no use. I was still too tired to put up much of a fight and I collapsed into his arms, breathless. And as I stared up at him, I was so incredibly thankful for the life that I was living. “Spencer,” I whispered, reaching up to trace his beard with my fingers.

“Hmm?” he asked, looking back at me, tenderness in his eyes.

I continued, “This was just what I needed. Thank you for bringing me here. It really means a lot to me.”  I felt happy tears stinging my eyes and my heart swelled with love for him.

“It means a lot to me, too,” he said with a smile. “There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck on a deserted island with,” he joked. And then he leaned down to kiss me, our lips exchanging a spark as the intensity of our kiss deepened, the desire between us building.

I needed him, then. More than anything, or anyone else in the world—and I was going to take what was mine. “I need you, Spencer. I need to feel you inside of me,” I whispered into his mouth between kisses.

He moaned and I could feel his cock stiffen against my thigh, the only thing separating us was the fabric of his boxer briefs. His strong, masculine hands greedily explored my body, pushing aside the layers of my dress to expose my milky smooth skin and I gasped beneath his touch, causing a smile to spread across his lips.

“You like that?” he whispered and I nodded in agreement, tilting my head back further so my neck was completely at his disposal. He moved his lips across my jaw and down my neck, planting a trail of kisses as he went until he reached my collarbone and then he worked his way down the length of my body. He slid my dress down as he went until finally he’d arrived at his intended destination.

To his delight,  I was completely naked under my dress as he slipped it off of me entirely and threw it to the floor. “You naughty girl,” he growled approvingly.

I smiled and bit my lip, happy that this pleased him.

Then, without warning he plunged his ravenous tongue into my ripe, juicy center and swirled it around, sucking and biting gently until I couldn’t take anymore. I ran my fingers through his thick, dark locks and pulled Spencer’s face up to mine, hungry for his kiss.

It had been too long since we’d made love like this and I’d missed it—
needed
it. And I needed
him.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I whispered in his ear, “Make love to me Spencer. I need to feel you inside of me.
Now.”

He moaned into my mouth and without hesitation, slipped his boxers off, tossing them to the floor with my dress. Then, he pulled me on top of him, guiding my hips until his shaft was been completely enveloped inside my dripping wet pussy and I let out a moan of intense pleasure.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he breathed as he pulled my face down to his, kissing me hard on the mouth.

“I missed you, too,” I whispered, grinding my hips gently back and forth on his shaft.

Spencer’s hands gripped my ass, the thrust of our hips matching the crash of the waves as a cool breeze blew in, sending shivers over my naked body, my nipples hardening in response.

Spencer smiled beneath the moonlight and took my nipple in his mouth, swirling and flicking gently—the combination of the night air and his warm tongue nearly sending me over the edge.

I moaned and threw my head back in pleasure, grinding against him even harder and let out a scream of ecstasy as I climaxed, my juices dripping down his shaft.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes, yes, Spencer. Please cum inside me,” I breathed as I leaned forward over the top of him. “I want to feel all of you—every last drop.”

And with one final thrust, he released everything he’d been holding back for so long.

As we laid there in the after glow of our lovemaking session, trying to catch our breath, my stomach growled unexpectedly causing us both to laugh—me in embarrassment, Spencer in amusement.

“I guess it’s time for dinner,” I said blushing.

Spencer kissed my cheek and smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that. Come along,” he replied, slapping my bare ass.

I laughed, jumping up out of the bed and then glared at him dubiously. “What are you up to, Mr. Ford?”

“You’ll see soon enough, my sweet Emily,” he winked. “Now get dressed—or not—and meet me out on the beach,” he said, stepping back into his pants and buttoning his shirt.

I shot him a look and said, “I
will
get dressed, thank you.” And he shrugged as if to say, ‘Suit yourself.’

“Is this okay?” I asked, scrunching my nose and holding up the dress I’d just taken off. I really didn’t feel like having to dig through my suitcase for something else. I was just so exhausted between the incredibly long flight, the time change, our sexual escapades and an empty stomach.

“Of course, my darling,” Spencer said as he came over and kissed my lips. “You could wear a potato sack for all I care. Or, again,
nothing,
” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, causing him to grin.

“I’ll see you out there,” he called as he slipped out the bamboo french doors and into the night.

I sighed and shook my head.
Spencer Ford sure knows how to surprise a girl
, I thought to myself as I slipped back into my sundress—but no shoes since I figured we’d be walking the beach after dinner and they’d just get in the way.

A few moments later, after fixing my hair to be sure it wasn’t all over the place, I made my way out onto the side patio and down to the sand, being careful not to trip in the dark.

When I looked up, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There, on the beach, was the most gorgeous setup I’d ever seen and Spencer standing right in the middle of it all.

He had arranged for our dinner to be ocean side—complete with a table and chairs, a rose petal walkway and about a million candles. It was absolutely beautiful and I brought a hand to my mouth, speechless as tears welled up in my eyes.

Spencer walked towards me, the moon and candlelight glow dancing off his strikingly handsome features and he took my hand in his, gently guiding me across the rose petals and the buttery soft sand to our ocean side dinner reservation.

But instead of pulling out my chair for me, Spencer Ford got down on one knee. He looked up at me with sincerity in his eyes and said, “I was going to do this after dinner, but I just can’t wait any longer…”

I gasped and covered my mouth with both hands, unable to believe this was really happening.

“Emily, I’ve loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. And that love has only grown with each passing day. I know, without a doubt, that you’re the only woman for me. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with—the one I want to wake up next to every morning and the one I want to lay down beside each night,” he said with a nervous smile as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gorgeous, sparkling diamond ring. He held it out to me and with tears in his eyes he asked a question that took me completely by surprise.

“Emily Anne Prescott…will you marry me?”

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BOOK 3 COMING SOON!
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