Chapter Eighty Two

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Nats POV

"Okay, I think I've finally gotten use to teleporting," I say confidently after Spencer teleported us to my room.

     "I knew you would, baby," Spencer says then kisses my cheek. "I'm guessing you still have my clothes that I left?"

       "Well.." my hesitation catches her attention.

    "What? Did you get rid of them or something?" She asked with that adorable confused look she gets.

    "No.. but they are definitely mine now. Sorry, bub, you aren't getting those back."

   "Fine, but I'm taking some of yours."

   "Fine by me. Means they'll smell like you," I say. I didn't actually mean to say that out loud..

    She quirks an eyebrow as she says, "oh yeah?" She walks closer to me. "And what if I don't give them back?"

    I stick out my bottom lip in a pout, hoping my sadness will win her over.

    In a swift move, Spencer is millimeters from me, pushing me against the wall. One hand is by my head while she has my lip between her thumb and pointer finger.

   "Awe. Is my princess pouting?" She growls, pulling my lip down before letting it go.

   The sensation started at my lip and traveled to my core. I can't stop the moan that leaves me.

   The look she is giving me is just intensifying my need for her right now.

   I lick my lips as I look at hers. She bites her lip as she leans in.

   Instead of bringing our lips together, she moves her head to the side, going for my neck as her hand moves my hair.

   My breath hitches as she starts to leave marks on all of the right places.

   She slowly makes her way across my jaw. I am trying my best to stifle my moans, but she doesn't like that.

    Her hand harshly grabs my chin, making me fling my eyes open to be met with hers.

    "Love, I need to hear you. Don't suppress those pretty moans of yours," she says lowly.

    I am only able to nod my head yes in response. 

    "Words, princess. I need verbal responses from you," she demands.

     "Okay.."

     "Mhm.." she then makes her way back to my collar bone to continue her masterpiece.

     I don't hold back.

     She brings her eyes to meet mine and I know what she's asking.

    I go to nod my head but remember her words. "I want you. I need you. Please."

     The growl that she emits brings my need for her to a new level.

She grabs my hips before pulling my shirt up and over my head. Her hands are roaming my back until she gets ahold of my bra strap and makes quick work of releasing it.

      She falls to her knees and starts leaving a trail of kisses all over my stomach, teasing me further.

     My hands land in her hair, running my fingers through as they do.

     My grasp tightens as she licks from the hem of my underwear up to the valley of my breast.

     Holy shit. I need her elsewhere but my breathing is too ragged to form words.

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