I used to believe my life before the bankruptcy was perfect. Of course, there were minor hiccups and complications, but that's life.

Turns out perfect comes in different types.

Once more, my life is perfect, just in a different way.

The past week has been seven days of bliss. Spencer and I have been together during the majority of our free time. He even dared to steal a few kisses while I was in his office.

Even the solution is coming together way better than I thought. He's been fixing and improving my ideas, aligning them with his and we're reaching close to a completed proof for Reimann hypothesis.

I even managed to come up with an excuse and tell Brian I've applied to universities that are not in this city, so it'd be better if we stayed friends, to not make the transition harder. He wasn't very pleased but had no other option except to accept.

The thick clouds settled across the sky don't seem to be planning on leaving any time soon, neither is the pouring rain seeming to ease down.

"Focus, Gracie." Spencer's voice startles me and I jump, turning to him.

Sheepishly I smile. "I think the rain is not going to stop anytime soon." I glance at the window.

He hums, agreeing. "I can drop you off," he offers.

I bite my bottom lip to stop my smile from growing. It's already late and we've been working on the solution none stop, but surprisingly we've been very productive today.

When I face him, his eyes are observing me, hesitantly he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. My heart races in my chest from this single gesture and his intense gaze.

"Or maybe we can go to my place... to avoid traffic." His voice is husky, sending ripples of desire through my body.

"I'd like that," I whisper, inching closer to him.

He smirks before leaning down and gently pressing his lips to mine, kissing me slowly and softly. Even though it's been an entire week he's been kissing me often, I still haven't got used to the rush of sensations and the fluttering of the butterflies.

Grinning, I pull away. "I think we've worked on this problem long enough. How about we call it a day?"

A playful smirk curls his lips and he grabs my waist, this time kissing me harder. I kiss him back before breaking free with a giggle and spinning on my heels to walk to my bag.

Not two steps away, a knock on the door makes both of us freeze and a beat later, one of the faculty members opens the door.

My heart hammers in my chest, my eyes widen for a split second, we were so close to getting caught. I glance behind my shoulder, finding Spencer's equally dumbstruck face, but we're both quick to recover. I quickly greet the man politely before packing my belongings and shoving them into my bag, hurrying out of the room. Spencer's voice carries out as he talks with the man as if nothing's happened about something regarding their classes.

Sitting on one of the chairs in the vacant hall, I wait for him to come. Meanwhile, I check my wristwatch, and similar to other nights, it's well past eight. That explains why the building is so empty.

The man was so close to catching us red-handed. Even though I know I should be afraid, I can't help my racing heart and the buzz of excitement, making my legs bounce. The thrill is undeniable, dizzyingly addictive.

The same faculty member who had entered Spencer's room, still chuckling as he holds his satchel tighter, descends the steps without a second glance in my way.

A minute later, Spencer comes out of the corridor and I jump to my feet.

He pushes his glasses up his nose, shaking his head. "That was awfully close."

I giggle, going on my tiptoes and brushing a strand of his hair aside from his forehead, making him anxiously look around. "But we didn't get caught, and it was fun."

He glares at me, but it lacks intensity and soon he rolls his eyes, and a smile tugs on the corners of his mouth. "It was not fun."

I pout and grab his hand, pulling him towards the staircase. "Oh come on, it was exciting."

With a low chuckle from him, we set down the stairs. "I can't believe I've got myself into this."

I stare at him pointedly and he huffs.

"Fine... it was exciting."

I grin up at him and he rolls his eyes once more as we continue going down the flights.

"I don't have an umbrella," he says as we near the exit of the building.

I ignore his comment, lock my fingers with his and run out, pulling him with me under the freezing pouring rain.

It's like pieces of ice falling and the cold settles bone-deep. The raindrops are coming down so fast it only takes three steps for me to get drenched.

But his palm is warm against mine, and he looks awfully hot as the rain makes his hair stick to his forehead and beneath the open buttons of his trench coat, his black button-up shirt sticks to his body, showing all the hard and defined muscles.

He takes off his glasses and leads me to the parking lot.

"It's not that bad." I snuggle to his arm.

Again, he scans the vacant area for any prying eyes, not that anyone can spot or recognize us under this downpour.

Spencer shakes his head, but the smile is still on his face. "We have drastically different views for appropriate adjectives and their meanings."

I throw my head back and laugh. When his car comes into view, I halt and make him stop with me. His brows crease with confusion.

The faculty member's parking lot is just as empty as all the other parts of the campus. So carefreely I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down to me, crashing my lips on his.

Despite the cold, his lips are warm and as I splay my icy fingers on his warm cheeks, he shudders lightly but wraps his arms around my body, pressing us together. I moan as I lose myself in the warmth of his body.

I'm glad he opted for a backpack today rather than his usual satchel.

The thrill of kissing him out in the open, especially here, makes everything ten thousand times better, the butterflies, the electrifying of my senses, the buzz. Even though no one is around, I know I shouldn't be kissing him here, but the excitement is undeniably good.

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily. "You're going to drive me mad."

I giggle. "But you like it," I point out with a grin and an arched eyebrow. "And I'm teaching you how to live and be carefree once in a while."

With narrowed eyes he surveys the area before returning his gaze to my face, dropping it to my lips. His lashes are sticking together, and we're both soaked. The only reason I'm not shivering under this ice-cold rain is the warmth offered by him.

I move my hand to his brows, lightly tracing them as droplets of rain slide down his handsome face. He draws a deep shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut.

Fireworks go off in my chest and stomach as I admire him and relish in the truth that I'm really pressed against him and feeling him.

Perfect.

I tread my fingers through his wet hair, pushing the locks aside from his forehead.

"You're the only person who can make me this reckless," he murmurs and his eyes fly open, darkening with hunger and desire.

His low and deep voice fuels pleasurable tendrils of the flame inside me, heat pools in my core. Emotions I have never felt before flood me, but I can't do anything about them, or maybe I don't want to do anything. It's too good, anything and everything he does to me, or his action causes me to feel are all too sensational to ruin.

He turns me sideways in a position usually professional dancers hold their partners at the end of their dance, one hand tightly holding my waist and his other hand is in my hair. His head shields my face from the rain as his upper body hovers over mine.

His lips lock with mine in an intensely passionate kiss. I hold on to his shoulders, my knees instantly going weak as he parts my lips with his mouth and his tongue explores my mouth, gliding, and dancing with mine.

I moan and he hugs me closer to himself. A heated French kiss under the rain is a first for me. And I'm enjoying every freaking second of it.

Spencer breaks away, still holding me upright in my tilted position, his heated dark eyes rove over my face.

Panting heavily, I mumble, "Wow."

A satisfied grin plasters across his face. "Let's go now," he whispers against my lips, his deep voice tingling my hyper-alert senses.

∞ ∞ ∞

By the time we reach his apartment, our clothes have dried somewhat, but the bone-deep chill is still present. Not that I regret having a full-blown make-out session with him under the rain. It was perfect.

Spencer unlocks the door and lets himself in, I follow him closely, unable to get rid of the permanent smile etched on my face.

"We can change and then have dinner if you're hungry," he suggests, switching the lights on.

"Are you really hungry after eating that many pastries? It hasn't even been two hours yet." I ask with disbelief as I take off my coat.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "I thought you might be." Spencer takes my coat from my hand to put it away.

"I'm great." Especially after having over four pastries in a single day, I might be closer to overdosing on sugar rather than being hungry. Each time he left his room today, to bring back coffee for both us, he made sure bring something along with it. I'm surprised he thinks I'll be able to have a single bite.

He calls me over to his bedroom, and without hesitance, I walk over and enter his neat room. He's standing in front of his wardrobe, going through his clothes.

I stand next to him, watching over his shoulder. "I can wear the same white shirt you always lend me," I whisper next to his ear from behind him, placing my hand on his shoulder. It's still a little damp, so is hair.

His lips curl into a smile and he pulls out the shirt. Turning to me, his eyes darken as they move over my body, making my breath hitch.

My wet hair is open, barely reaching my chest, and my purple shirt is sticking to my skin. I can't imagine what he's seeing that has him ogling me, but I'm not complaining. I love the attention.

I take the opportunity to note his damp hair fallen over his forehead, his high cheekbones, and full lips, with a sharp jawline.

His free hand moves to my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear as his heated gaze burns into me, setting me on fire.

His fingers trail down my jawline to my neck, tracing my collarbone. I resist the urge to close my eyes, barely managing to hold his gaze. Unlike the other times, he doesn't stop and allows himself to venture further down. Over my wet shirt, his hand goes down, parallel with my bra's band, tracing the outline over my shirt.

I draw a deep shaky breath. Already blazing heat coursing through my body.

"I should go and let you change," he hoarsely says, his hand pausing over the outline of my bra for a long moment before finally daring to cross it and draw idle circles around my nipple.

"Or maybe not," I unsteadily counter back, breathing heavily as he inches closer to me.

"We don't have to do anything-" he starts but I interrupt him.

"No, I want to. I want you." I grab the shirt from his hand and let it fall to the floor.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice deep and rough.

"Yes. I don't want you to stop tonight."

As the words leave my mouth, for a beat, silence envelopes us.

His hand falls from my breast to my waist and his other hand latches to the back of my neck, and he pulls me to himself, locking his lips with mine in a gentle but painfully slow kiss.

I cup his face with one hand as I rest my other hand on his neck, our lips slowly moving together, his molding over mine.

Spencer's hands travel downwards, his hand from my neck goes to my back and the one around my waist squeezes my backside, pressing me harder against him.

I cling to him and just as our kissing turns more intense, he breaks away, panting and takes off his glasses, throws them on the bedside table.

I can't help but smile, he looks much younger, boyish even, without his glasses.

This time when he locks his lips with mine, he doesn't hold back and kisses me with more fervor.

I don't hold back either. Instead of tangling my fingers in his hair, I busy them with undoing his buttons, reaching to the one just above his belt, I stop. For the first time, I allow my hands to feel his bare torso and chest, his hard and defined muscles, the warmth radiating from him.

He groans in my mouth as I lightly move my fingertips, feeling every inch of him. His fingers dig into my sides, pressing me closer to him, his hard member pokes at my lower stomach. He spins us around and leads me a step backward. My back hits the wardrobe and I lean half of my weight to it.

I lock my arms around his neck, as he deepens the kiss, occasionally nibbling and biting my bottom lip making me moan and burn with desire.

Spencer's hand finds the hem of my shirt and we break the kiss for him to pull it over my head and drop it on the floor next to our feet.

He sucks a sharp breath, his wide eyes taking in my almost naked upper half. "You're beautiful," he murmurs huskily.

Deep blush burns my cheeks, I bite my bottom lip and look away. For the first after losing my virginity back in high school, I'm feeling shy.

Maybe I'm scared he won't find being with me as satisfying as he is for me. My heart hammers in my chest. He's older than me, there is a good chance he'll be even more experienced than me... what if I don't reach his expectations?

His index finger moves under my inch, tilting my head up, making me look at him. "At any point, if you want me to stop, you'll tell me."

I nod. "I will."

He leans down and kisses me softly, his hands cup my face and stay there, waiting for my body to relax. Once more, I give in to the burning passion. As he feels the shift in me, my hands wandering his naked torso, only then he allows his hand to slowly move down.

His warm palm ventures down my neck and cups my breast, gently fondling it, making me arch my back and moan in his mouth.

I pull out the hem of his shirt from under his pants and unbutton the remaining buttons. As he lets go of my breast and goes down to my ribs, brushing his knuckles over them, I push aside his shirt, feeling every inch of his warm naked upper half.

His hands fall away from me, but our lips stay locked as he removes his shirt, and encircles his arms around me.

My hands greedily travel across the hard planes of his body. Spencer cups the back of my thighs and helps me jump. I wrap my legs around him as he breaks the kiss and attacks my neck, leaving a hot wet trail from below my ear to my collarbone.

Unlike previous times, his lips aren't gentle, they roughly suck on my soft skin, sure to leave a mark. I love this side of him. His tongue circles each spot he sucks, before he kisses it and moves to the next. But he's gentle with his teeth, only grazing them lightly over the spots he knows they make me arch my back and moan in pleasure.

Slowly, with a firm grip on me, he walks to the other side of the room, to his bed.

Excitement and anticipation were only buzzing in my body, but now that he's carrying me to his bed, they explode like fireworks.

He gently lays me on the bed and hovers over me. The silk bedsheet is cool against my flushed skin. I can't look away from Spencer's deep dark blue eyes, gazing at me intently, as if I'm the only living human being alive. The only person who is worth watching. My toes curl and my heart races.

"You still want this, right?" he hesitantly asks.

A grin breaks across my face. "Of course I do." I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to pull him in for a kiss, but he doesn't budge, making me frown.

"And you promise you'll tell me if I did something you don't like or just want to stop?"

I lift my head up and peck his lips softly. "I've been craving you for far longer than you can imagine. But if it makes you feel better, then yes, I promise, but I don't think it'll get to that."

He flashes me a bright smile, his shoulders visibly relaxing. This time he kisses me intensely, planting one palm on my waist, he pushes me upwards. I kick off my shoes before locking my legs around him. He lifts me slightly, his hands find my bra, and unhook it, letting me fall back on the bed.

Slowly, with just his fingertips he slides down the straps before getting rid of it completely.

He pulls away, his dark eyes drink in my exposed breasts. "Beautiful," he murmurs, making me blush again. Spencer dives back to me, peppering my chest with light kisses. Until he takes my nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking on it.

I moan at the sensation of having his warm mouth around it, his tongue expertly lapping around the sensitive bud.

Gradually his actions grow rougher, hungrier, the kisses turn to sucking gently at first and then hard, leaving marks on both of my breasts, all the while I moan and whimper, submerging in pleasure.

Bit by bit, his lips venture downwards, first leaving hot kisses in the inside of my arms, my ribs down to my stomach. I watch him as he slides down the zipper and takes off my trousers. My breath hitches as they hit the floor, warmth floods my body.

He hungrily gazes at my almost naked body, momentarily making me forget how to breathe. Spencer runs his hands over my thighs, feeling every inch as the building anticipation in me grows stronger with each of his movements, drawing me closer to the edge of coming undone.

From behind my knee, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses, stopping at the very edge of the inside of my thigh, mere inches away from exactly where I'm throbbing for his touch. He does the same with my other leg, bringing me close to beg him to cut off with the teasing.

Spencer runs his hand in a feather-light touch over the fabric of my soaking panties. I arch my back and moan.

"You're so wet," he appreciatively says. Even though my eyes are closed, I can hear the smirk in his voice.

I don't need to tell him to stop teasing me, one glance at my face and he already knows it. He slides down my panties, my last item of clothing, and throws it aside. Placing both my legs over his shoulders, he kisses and lightly sucks the inside of my thighs, inching closer to my aching core.

"Spencer please," I whimper and he smiles against my skin.

Not needing further encouragement, his mouth latches over my sensitive nub, and he lightly sucks the nerve endings.

My toes curl and I arch my back, moaning loudly. Slowly his tongue begins playing with my wet folds. The pressure building in me intensifies, I tightly clutch the bedsheet, trying to keep my voice down, but it's useless.

Noticing my struggle to keep quiet, Spencer moves his tongue in me, lapping and twirling harder, making me cry out in pleasure. Looks like he doesn't want me to be quiet.

It doesn't take him long to figure out the perfect combination of licking and sucking that pushes me over the edge. I free-fall into one my hardest orgasms, writhing and screaming in pleasure, I cum, shaking uncontrollably as the tension in my body lets loose.

When I finally manage to open my eyes, they lock with his, gazing at me intently as he hovers over me. My cheeks grow warm and a grin curls his lips.

"That was... Wow," I say, our still locked.

He leans down and presses a kiss just above my belly button. "I hope you're not tired, I don't think I'll be letting you sleep tonight," he murmurs against my skin.

Tingling sensations break over my body, knotting in my core as heat floods my body once more.

"I don't mind as long as you can stick to your words," I breathlessly reply, closing my eyes as he lays soft kisses over my ribs and moves up to the gap between my breasts.

"Is that a challenge Gracie?" he asks, eyes burning into me, before gently sucking my breast, grazing it lightly with his teeth.

I gulp, struggling for a moment to voice out any coherent word. "Yes," I gasp as his mouth wraps around my nipple, sucking it lightly.

With a smirk, he pulls away, and watches me hungrily before leaning down and biting my parted bottom lip. I moan and my fingers find his hair, tangling in them. He slides in his tongue, kissing me deeply, with a passion I had not expected.

I dare say no one has ever kissed me like him.

I find his belt as he fondles my breast and plays with my hardened nipple. I unbuckle it and slide open his pants.

He doesn't break the kiss nor does he stop me. I whine in his mouth as I struggle and fail to get rid of his pants. Chuckling he pulls away and removes it himself.

Even the muscles of his legs are hard and lean. When does he have the time to exercise? Whatever the case, his good looks are surely a delicious bonus to this entire deal.

Though my eyes shamelessly glue to the visible bulge in his boxers. My insides clench of their accord in anticipation of what awaits.

I bite my lip as he climbs up the bed and I prop myself up, pulling him in for another make-out. Keeping one hand on his neck, I allow my other hand to explore his now almost naked body, until my palm reaches his boxers. I gently rub his hard bulge over the fabric and he groans, pushing me back into bed. I tug down the hem of the boxers, but before I can get my hand anywhere near his well-endowed member, he grabs my hand and pins it over my head.

"Next round, do whatever you want, but for now, let me take the lead," he gruffly says next to my ear, lightly biting my earlobe.

I moan but nod anyway.

He lets go of my wrists and leans to the bedstand.

Too dazed to think, I can't recall if I've mentioned to him throughout the night that I'm already on birth control. I'll tell him later. I resolve as he tears open a packet pulling out the condom.

My body buzzes with excitement as he finally removes his boxers, leaving him utterly naked.

I shamelessly stare as he slips on the condom, feeling myself getting more turned on with every passing heartbeat. He is huge, but not uncomfortably big. I can only imagine how amazing our intercourse is going to feel.

Spencer watches my face through his long lashes, a devilish smile slowly spreading across his face.

I tightly press my thighs together, my insides clenching with desire once more.

He places his knees on either side of me, and leans to me, kissing and sucking my breasts before finally locking my lips in a toe-curling, mind-numbing kiss.

His palm leisurely explores my body, heightening my already hyper-aware senses, electrifying me, and fueling the fire in me into an uncontrollable blaze.

I lightly graze my nails down his neck, making him groan as I drag my hands down his back, feeling every inch of him until I reach his hard shaft, and lightly move my hand up and down its length. He grunts and his hand finds my folds, flicking and playing with them, making me moan.

At last, he positions himself, perfectly aligned with me, and slowly begins to push himself into me.

I close my eyes and gasp at the overwhelming rushes of my senses.

I'm too wet for him to have any problems sliding in entirely, but he keeps his pace slow, stretching me and making me feeling every inch until he's all the way in, pressing deep within, filling me entirely.

I clutch his shoulders; my nails dig into him as I open my eyes. We gaze at each other as he slowly moves back out. Sweat gleams on his forehead from the exertion of controlling his pace. I pull him to me and kiss him deeply.

He snakes one hand under me, pressing our bodies together, molding his over mine, as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, building the sweet pressure in me.

At that moment, there's nothing beyond him and I and our joined bodies, moving in sync, feeling the bliss together.

We kiss and feel each other. He sucks and bites my neck. I draw my nails down his back. His pace gradually picks up, thrusting in harder, hitting all the right spots.

My moans and whimpers grow louder. His grunts and groans grow in number.

Each time he pulls out, I clench around him, wanting to keep him in me just for a beat longer, but he doesn't waste a beat for ramming back into me harder and faster.

My back arches, my muscle tighten unbearably as my toes curl and my legs begin to tremble. I hold on to him tighter, my nails dig into his shoulder blades, making him grunt and go faster. His movements grow feverish, and I can tell he's close too.

His lips find mine in another heated kiss.

My cries of pleasure are muffled in his mouth. He sucks my neck, thrusting hard into me and it's all I need to push me off the cliff, into a sea of tingling, mind-numbing ecstasy.

I scream his name as I cum, the tension's knot bursting open and pulsing throughout my body, making me see stars, like my soul is leaving my body in the most amazing way possible.

Too deep into my climax, I only hear a faraway sound of Spencer's groan as he cums inside of me, hugging me closer to his body.

I feel like I'm glowing and when I manage to move my arms, I drape it around Spencer. He barely manages to keep some of his weight off of me to not crush me underneath him, as he rests his head in the crook of my neck.

We pant heavily, trying to catch our breaths. A lazy smile stretches across my lips. Spencer picks up his head and kisses me softly.

I relish the feeling of the soft waves of his curls between my fingers.

He breaks the kiss, brushing aside a strand of my hair sticking to my forehead.

"That was the best sex of my life," I say the moment I find my voice and giggle.

He grins so wide the corners of his crinkle. "That's a relief because I'm nowhere near done with you," he replies, in his same deep husky voice, sending ripples of pleasure down to my core.

"And you think I am?" I quirk an eyebrow at him.

He crashes his lips on mine, kissing me passionately.

This perfect night can't possibly be long enough for either of us.

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So this was a first for me, I usually never get to the point of my main characters sleeping with each other, so I hope you didn't hate it (it took me 3-4 days to write :') it was bloody hard lmao)

Well, comment your thoughts, anything you believe needs improving? If you didn't despise this chapter, please drop a vote, it was one of the hardest chapters I've ever written XD

Next chapter will be up tomorrow (and it'll have another steamy scene in the middle of it, you'll probably know when it gets close to it, consider this your heads up).

Thank you for reading!

Stay safe, lots of love, happy reading <3