Free Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Obsession (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1) by Kaycee Kline

myself ready for “work.” As I looked through my closet, all of the clothes that I had picked out during my shopping trip with Bridget now seemed a little off the mark, not quite sexy enough. As I thought about the day ahead I got butterflies. I hope I don’t disappoint him, I thought to myself, worried. After all, the only guy I'd ever been with was John and well...we were both virgins when we got together so it basically didn't count. I was sure a man of Spencer's age and social status had lots of experience and I hoped I would be enough.
                  I picked out my sexiest outfit—a form-fitting, just-above-the-knee, black dress. It had a deep-v down the front to show off my cleavage and I paired it with my basic black stiletto high-heels. Once I had decided on my outfit it was time to move on to hair and makeup. Now that I knew my job didn't consist of much actual office work I left my hair long and wavy, hoping Spencer would be tempted to run his fingers through it again.
                  I put the finishing touches on my makeup and then checked myself out in the mirror. Not too bad . I was impressed with myself, considering I didn't have any help from Bridget, the Fashion Queen. Maybe there was hope for me, yet. I could get used to this sexier side of me.
                  I winked approvingly at my reflection and then I was off.
     
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                  When I arrived at Ford Enterprises my whole body was on edge. I had no idea what to expect and the excitement of the unknown was starting to make me wet—the anticipation of seeing Spencer again, allowing my body to be used by him in ways I hadn't ever dreamed of. He had assured me that it wasn’t just about the sex, but I had to admit: the idea had grown on me since yesterday—especially after seeing how much he really cared for me.
                  As I waited for the elevator that would take me up to the 42nd floor, my breathing started to quicken. Am I really going to go through with this? Can I? But as the elevator doors opened up, I knew there was no turning back and I willed my feet to step inside. Each passing floor seemed to last an eternity, but finally the number 42 flashed across the top as the elevator came to a stop.
                  I stepped out into the dark lobby and was surprised to find that there was only silence. Not even any faint piano music playing like there had been the day before. Admittedly, I was a little disappointed that Spencer didn't have any confetti or balloons waiting for me after our kiss last night.
                  I was snapped out of my thoughts, though, when all of a sudden I felt the presence of someone...or some thing behind me. The hair on my arms and neck stood at attention, urging me to run. Before I could react, I heard a stern, commanding voice whisper, “Don't you dare move.”
                  Even though it sounded like Spencer and I was 99% sure it was him, it was still unsettling and I had the urge to turn around and verify for myself...just to be sure. I started to turn my head and look, but before I could, there were two strong hands gripping either side of my face, holding me in place. Almost as if he didn't want me to really know it was him.
                  A shiver ran down my spine and I whimpered in fear. The voice was suddenly back, but this time up against my left ear. “Oh, sweetheart. I don't think so. I've been waiting for this moment for far too long and you're not going to ruin it for me,” he said dark and gravelly. In a way that I hadn't ever heard Spencer speak. “Mmm, baby. You smell so good,” he breathed as he ran his fingers up and down my body, pressing himself into my back, the length of his hard cock grinding into me. Suddenly, I felt his fingers reach around to the front of my dress, running his hands over my mound—the only thing standing in his way was the fabric of my