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A couple weeks passed. Bailey mostly recuperated from her writing spree and depression.
Spencer worked, and Vince worked.
It wasn't until a March Friday that they could get a break.
She came over, knocked on the door. She had wine and glasses in hand. Shirtless Spencer opened the door to see he at standing there with a smile.
"Wine?"
"Come in, come in."
She did, making small talk with him as they walked through the house.
"We have got to do something other than drinking one day."
"Where's Vince?"
Spencer hated that question.
"He went to get his daughter, he'll be back by tommorow."
"So it's just us then."
He nodded, "Just us."
Spencer opened the wine, pouring some in their glasses.
"So, how was your week?"
"My boss is up my ass over this new client, and Head Quarters came down to tell us basically, that of we lose this client, our branch is done."
Bailey balked. "Are you kidding? So how's it coming?"
"I do my best, but my job rests on the competence of my coworkers. I wish I could say that fills me with confidence."
She chuckled, refilling his glass. They lounged in chair, talking, drinking, a mellow atmosphere.
Gradually, they both became intoxicated, drinking without thinking.
"So you gonna get a boyfriend?"
Bailey shook her head. "No. Who would I date?"
He sipped his wine. "Well, you must be saint."
She frowned. "Why?"
"How do you satisfy yourself?"
If she were thinking straight she wouldn't have answered that question.
"To be honest, s*x doesn't appeal to me."
Spencer could not believe it. "What? Why?"
"I mean I've only done it a few times and it wasn't good so..."
"I knew that Eric prick couldn't satisfy you."
She sipped her wine. "What about you? I mean look at you. Where's your girlfriend?"
"Eh...I don't want one right now. I just need to focus on settling down, y'know."
She nodded. Her eyes trailed his figure. He waited for her study to end.
"You done treasure?"
"Almost."
"You've never had satisfying s*x? Never had an orgasm?"
"No. And I don't think I can. Why won't you that go?"
"It's important!"
"Spencer it's most likely me."
Spencer glared. "It had nothing to do with you. He didn't know what to do."
She snorted.
"And you do?"
"Hell yeah."
"Oh do tell Dr. Sex."
"I'll do you one better."
He set his glass on the table, and took hers setting it down as well, laying her back. His body laid between her legs hardly any space.
His s*x grinded with hers.
"A woman like you needs to be savoured."
He peppered kisses on her neck, throat, lips.
She moaned softly.
His tongue darted out to taste her skin.
"That won't make me c*m," She panted.
"Not supposed to. It just gets you hot."
She was hot alright.
"When I finally enter you, I would kiss your sweet lips."
He did.
"And I would f**k you like this," He raised her legs setting them over his arms. Then he grinded against her slow.
"I'd move inside you, just like that, slow, taking my time making sure you feel everything I give you."
"I would whisper in you ear, talk dirty to you, put my hands on your hair while I f**k you harder and harder, until your nails rake down my back in pleasure."
Grinding faster and harder against her, he watched her come undone.
"Spencer," she moaned, making him shudder.
She held him close, and came, moaning his name in his ear.
He felt that all the way to his toes.
"My Treasure," He sighed, kissing her lightly
He laid down on top of her, playing with her hair.
"We're supposed to be friends Spencer," She scolded lightly she caught her breath.
Her body still tingled.
"I told you it's hard to be friends with a woman who looks like you."
- Writer
