Chapter 6I was keyed up and turned on. Still hard, I paced the confines of my room, alternately pissed and horny. I thought about just taking care of the issue myself—a little lube and my left hand were all I needed—but I didn’t want to give Spencer the satisfaction of knowing he’d affected me so much. I gritted my teeth and kept pacing, determined to ignore my hard-on.
Only it wouldn’t be ignored, and the more I thought about it, the more I grumbled and paced, and the more I wanted him. Yes, I wanted to punch him in the face. But in that moment, what I wanted more was for him to f**k me boneless. Now I was pissed at myself as well. Why in the f**k did he keep affecting me this way?
It wasn’t just because he was pretty. I’d met plenty of pretty people before and not one of them, male or
