Mr. Big Shot (Suits & Sevens #1) - Isla Olsen Page 0,49

sun lounges and start removing the padding from each one, setting them next to each other on the concrete floor of the roof. Then I take my sleeping bag from Spencer and unfurl it from its case. I unzip it the whole way around so it’s basically like a big, squishy blanket, and then I toss it over the makeshift mattress I’ve created with the padding from the sun lounges.

“Voila,” I proclaim, throwing my hands in the air. “A bed!”

Spencer offers a broad grin. “What luxury.” He clasps my hand and tugs me toward the ‘bed’, pulling me down with him so I’m straddling his waist.

We pick up right where we left of in my bedroom, with greedy kisses, roaming hands, and rutting cocks. I shrug up Spencer’s Henley and help him take it off, before immediately dropping my head so I can lavish kisses all over his bare, creamy skin.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Spence,” I admit, scraping my teeth over his neck.

He lets out a rumbling groan, digging his hands into my hair. “You too. So fucking much.”

I lift my head up to claim his lips, kissing him fiercely, desperately, pouring everything I feel for him into it. “How do you want it tonight?” I ask him as we finally come up for some air.

“Any way you’ll have me,” he says, staring deep into my eyes. “I just want you, Will. Just you.”

23

Spencer

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I wake up shivering and it takes me a moment to realize why: I’m still on the roof of Will’s apartment building and it’s barely past dawn; a sharp late-October breeze is brushing past us and the throw blanket we’ve been using as cover isn’t exactly providing much insulation.

I shuffle closer to Will, tugging the edge of the sleeping bag from my other side and using it to wrap us up like a burrito.

“Mmm…morning,” he says sleepily.

I press a soft kiss to the back of his neck and wrap my arm even tighter around his waist. “Morning. It’s freezing up here by the way.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, wiggling his ass back against my crotch. “Yeah, I can tell.”

“Aww, that’s harsh, babe.”

He shifts his body around so he’s facing me, and I see he’s wearing an adorable cheeky grin on his face. He reaches behind him for the other edge of the sleeping bag and pulls it over us so we’re both wrapped up nice and snug.

“Morning,” he says again, before leaning in closer to press his lips to mine.

“I love waking up next to you,” I tell him. “Even if it is on a freezing rooftop.”

“Same.”

He kisses me again, and I pull him in even closer, my leg wrapping around his waist in an effort to keep him as tight against me as possible. Not that he seems to be in any kind of rush to leave me right now.

“We need to talk,” he murmurs as we finally break apart.

“We already did talk,” I point out. “We need to do some other things…” I give a suggestive waggle of my brows.

He offers a sexy grin. “Really? Last night wasn’t enough for you? Your ass must be pretty tender right now…”

Well, that’s definitely true. Between the stinging in my cheeks and the throbbing in my hole, my ass feels kind of on fire from last night’s activities…but in the best possible way. I offer Will an arched brow. “Okay, first of all, I will never get enough of you. And secondly, you should know by now that pain is definitely not a deterrent for me.”

“Well, as hot as that statement is, it doesn’t change the fact that we need to talk…”

I let out a resigned sigh. He’s right. We do. We might have decided we don’t want to be without each other last night, but there’s still a lot of logistical shit that hasn’t gone away over the past week. “Okay. First talking, then more sex.”

He grins at me. “Deal.” The smile slips from his face after a moment, though, as he stares into my eyes with a kind of sad, regretful expression. He lifts a hand to rub over my cheek before leaning forward to press a feather-light kiss to my lips. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

My brows knit together in confusion. “What do you have to be sorry for? I’m the one who screwed up.”

“For the way you were outed. It wasn’t my doing but I’m still sorry about it—you didn’t deserve that, Spence. For the past week, as mad and hurt as