Class Of Desire (Contemporary Romance) (8 page)

Spencer pushed into her gently at first, before quickly
increasing the momentum of his thrusts. He slammed his cock into her sweet
tenderness over and over, until she called out his name in a high pitched tone
that he’d never heard before.

Lizzy’s loud “yes” was quickly caught by the curious restaurant
patrons who had heard the noise and now wanted to know where it came from. Spencer
stopped what he was doing and his gaze shifted to the door instinctively. Thankfully
it was locked. However he could see the patrons questioning the staff about
Lizzy’s loud cry.

“How much time do we have?” she asked eagerly, realizing
that someone would soon come to disturb them.

“Not sure, maybe 2 – 3 minutes,” he responded straightening
up his clothes.

“Well we better make these 2 minutes worthwhile. Don’t you
think?” She teased, grabbing the sides of his jacket and pulling him in closer.

“Mmm... I like the sound of that,” a cheesy grin graced his
lips as he swiftly undid the zipper of his pants, releasing his still erect
shaft.

“Don’t worry 2 minutes is all we need,” Lizzy said as she
hopped on to the table, spreading her legs and inviting him to join her.

There was no hesitation on his part; he stroked his manhood
a few times, before teasing her entrance with the tip of it. With one delicate
movement he launched his spear into her moist heat, burying himself deep into
her core.

Her moan, although low, spurred his arousal further. Nestled
within her temple of delight, he penetrated her wetness over and over, each
thrust harder and faster than the previous one. Their bodies seemed to move in
sync. Their moaning grew louder as they crested the summit of their hypnotic climax.

A knock came at the door and in that split second, Lizzy and
Spencer had to make a choice. Would they stop or would they continue until they
tasted the sweetness of their orgasms.

“Is everything okay in their Dr. Spencer?” a man called out
from behind the door.

“Yes everything is fine,” Spencer’s voice was strained and
husky. He plunged his shaft within her as he spoke, panting softly.

“Well, can you kindly open the door Sir?” the man said,
obviously irritated.

“Okay sure, in a minute,” Spencer’s voice gave him out. It
was clear he was doing something rather vigorous.
Perhaps having sex.

“I’m so close,” Lizzy whispered, gripping firmly unto his
shoulders pulling him harder unto her. They had but a few seconds to climax,
before the man would perhaps open the door himself.

The waves of emotions rocked them, their bodies shuddering
as they drowned in their sea of raging passion. With a powerful thrust, Spencer
plunged into the deepest depth of her core. His body crashed to a powerful orgasm
that sent her spiraling over the edge of her own climax.

Sadly time was against them and hence they couldn’t savor in
the moment. With great haste they shuffled through their clothing, throwing it
on, desperate to hide any evidence of what had just happened.

Lizzy quickly sat at the table, watching as Spencer raced to
the door to let the waiter in. The transparent glass walls made it easy for her
to see the cross look that he had on his face. She prayed a silent prayer,
hoping that they would not be thrown out of the restaurant for their somewhat
illicit acts.

Thankfully it was a case of innocent until proven guilty, the
waiter knew that they’d been intimate in the private room, but he could not
prove it. They continued the romantic dinner, but the visits from the waiter
were definitely now more frequent.

Strange Call

The following weeks after Spencer’s birthday dinner were
magical for Lizzy. They chatted on the phone and in person every chance
possible. Spencer also made it his duty to step in as almost a father figure to
her children. This was quite commendable considering that he was young and
hadn’t known her for that long. What he saw in her, she didn’t know. He could
have easily found a woman with “less baggage” to date.

In class their relationship was kept a secret, this was by
far one of the hardest things Lizzy had ever had to do. She liked him a lot and
genuinely cared for him and wished she could shout it out to the world. However,
Spencer would be in a world of trouble if their relationship went public on
campus while she was still a student of his. He’d lose his job and possibly the
respect of the academic community.  Nonetheless, they still flirted with each
other while on campus, and anyone in their presence could tell that they were
romantically involved.

***

At work a series of vibrations stopped Lizzy in her tracks.
Gripping her side pocket, she tried to conceal the humming sound coming from
her pants. The use of cell phones on the job was prohibited, and it often
resulted in one of two things: a warning letter or suspension.

This was the third time this morning that her phone had been
vibrating – she surmised that someone must have really wanted to speak with
her. It couldn’t be someone from her home since both her children had the
number to the small back office at her job.

“You may want to get that,” her co-worker Cathy advised;
walking to the cash register and allowing Lizzy to retreat quietly to the back.
At times Cathy could be so kind and understanding. Seizing the opportunity,
Lizzy walked to a corner in the back, retrieving her cellphone from her pocket.

Surprised by the number of missed calls she’d received from
a 252 area code, she hit the call back button. Bringing the phone to her ear,
Lizzy covered the device with her hand, looking around with weary eyes. The
minute any supervisor walked through the door, she’d hang up the call.

“Ranwick and Fenton good morning,” the woman’s voice on the
other end of the line sounded very professional. She must have called an
office.

There was a brief moment of silence as Lizzy tried to
remember if she was expecting a call from anyone who worked a white color job.
But no one came to mind.

She introduced herself, letting the woman know that she’d
received several missed calls from that number and she was simply trying to
return the call.

“Please hold while I check if anyone placed a call to your
number.”

Lizzy waited impatiently, hoping that she would not get
caught. Finally the woman returned to the phone. “I think Mr. Fenton was trying
to reach you. I’ll put you through to him now.”

In the back of her mind Lizzy wanted to just hang up and
call when she was home, but something told her that this must be an important call,
so she continued to wait nervously.

Mr. Fenton had the voice of an older man and she pictured a
frail looking grey haired man. Although Lizzy had to end the call before
everything was said, she did find out the purpose of the many calls.

Mr. Fenton was the lawyer representing her late father’s
estate, in North Carolina. According to Mr. Fenton, Lizzy’s father had passed
away several weeks ago and left her one of his many homes. He also left her an
undisclosed sum of money,
perhaps guilt money,
for all those years he’d
spent not taking the time to find her.

“Are you sure you have the right person, Mr....” Lizzy
realized that she’d forgotten his name.

“It’s Fenton, J.R. Fenton.” He reminded pleasantly. “Yes I’m
110% sure; you’re the person that I need to be speaking with. Elizabeth Carter
right? Born at North Central Hospital in New York.”

He knew her full name and place of birth. Lizzy could hardly
believe what he was telling her about her father. He was dead, had left her a
house and money. This almost seemed like a movie. These things didn’t happen to
ordinary people like her. She chewed her bottom lip nervously, unsure how to
respond to all the information he was presenting to her.

“I can provide you with a ticket to Greenville, so you can see
the place and decide what you want to do with it.” The lawyer suggested.

There was another long silence, as Lizzy trailed off deep in
thought. Her father, how could he die without even coming to find her? Before
now, she never really thought about him, she had convinced herself that she did
not care for the man who’d hurt her mother and herself so greatly. However, now
a shocking realization hit her, she was alone in this world, no mother, no
father, no siblings. It was just her and her two children. Of course there was
Spencer, but she didn’t want to get ahead of herself with that relationship.

“I’ll need to think about this some more,” Lizzy informed
Mr. Fenton, before ending the call.

Lizzy had always dreamed of leaving New York one day; moving
to a quiet area, getting a nice country house with a large backyard that her
kids could play in. Could this recent turn of events her dream becoming a reality?

***

Spencer walked into the huge office on the top floor of the
Bregor Allen Administration Building. An uneasy feeling crept upon him as Dr.
Wallace ended the call that he’d been on to attend to him. Rising to his feet,
Dr. Wallace walked around the huge mahogany desk that served as a barrier
between them, and paced to the door. A loud click sound was made as he locked
them inside the office, his attempt to ensure that they had complete privacy.

As he moved, Spencer’s eyes followed him, studying and analyzing
his body language. His grey hair was cut short and the glasses that he wore had
really thick lenses that made it seem impossible to see through them.

“It saddens me that
you
of all people would fall into
the trap of mixing business with pleasure. I remember when I was your age; I
went through all the things you’re going through, even worse.” Dr. Wallace
didn’t skip around his motives for calling Spencer to this meeting. He hadn’t
even greeted Spencer yet.

Spencer kept silent, unsure as to how to respond. He did
what he knew to do best in such situations – listen. His heart pranced against
his chest, from the realization that his boss may know about his relationship
with Lizzy.

“I’ve been receiving several complaints over the last few
days about you and a certain young woman in your Psychology 101 class. Please
tell me that this is all just gossip.” Dr. Wallace said with a serious look on
his face.

“I don’t really know what it is that you’re referring to Dr.
Wallace.” Spencer leaned in with innocent eyes hoping that he would be able to
lie through this meeting.

“I’m very upset right now. Don’t play games with me Spencer.
Are you sleeping with your student Elizabeth Carter?”

Spencer’s eyes shot open at the sound of Liz’s name. His
body tensed with fear. For the first time in years he was afraid, not because
he could lose his job, but because it might affect the woman that he cared so
much about. Would she be suspended or expelled from college? He didn’t know.

“No...I am not,” Spencer said. In the past he’d always been
such an honest respectable gentleman. Right now, he felt low down, dirty, like
a pervert. Spencer knew in his heart what he and Lizzy shared was nothing to be
ashamed of, but for the sake of them both it had to remain a secret.

“Good,” Dr. Wallace said as he sat back in his chair, giving
Spencer a serious look. “I’m glad you cleared that up, for the record. You do
remember what I told you during our very first interview. Student and faculty relationships
are strictly prohibited at this college. It will result in immediate
termination and possible legal action.”

Spencer nodded his head in agreement.

“Now off the record. Whatever it is that you’re NOT doing, you
need to stop.” Dr. Wallace had a dreadful sarcasm in his tone.

“Okay,” Spencer’s words were few and he didn’t deny it
anymore. He knew Dr. Wallace was a very intelligent man; and that there was
nothing more disrespectful than trying to insult someone’s intelligence by
telling them a boldface lie.

“I remember my days as a young college professor. The
difference between me and you is that I value my job, I still do. I live for what
I do. It’s my life. So when I see a young man like you with such a promising
future throwing it all away for a few minutes of pleasure, it saddens me.” He
spoke calmly, as if he were lecturing a child.

Spencer knew he meant well, and in no way did he want to
disappoint Dr. Wallace. However, at this point he was already head over heels
in love with Lizzy. Perhaps it was lust, a really strong lust that had
developed into something more over the preceding months. Whatever it was, he
was willing to fight for it. He wanted to be with her and no one would stop him
from doing that, not even Dr. Wallace.

A little Lucky

L
izzy’s
final class with Spencer had gone great and now she was making her way to his
office to share the news she’d just received from her father’s lawyer. Suddenly
Steffy Jameson approached her and told her that she had something to show her.
Confused, Lizzy inquired as to what it was. Steffy slowly pulled out her cell
phone and scrolled through a few pictures before arriving at the most important
one. It appeared to be a picture of Steffy and Spencer kissing. From the angle
of the camera Lizzy could tell the picture was taken without Spencer’s
knowledge.

“So how do you like that? Did you ever think Dr. Spencer
would choose you over me? I have seen the way you looked at him and flirted
with him in class, and I’m here to tell you that he is mine you old bitch!” Steffy
said in a rude and obnoxious manner.

“You can have him!” Lizzy said as she turned around and stormed
away. She was too stunned and embarrassed to say much else.

“How could he?” she huffed to herself, brushing back the
tears that had instantly formed in the corner of her eyes.

Lizzy walked away without even letting Spencer know that
she’d just seen them. She felt horrible, like a used rag doll that’d just
gotten trampled on by a hot Barbie.

How could he do this to her? She believed that he was
different. All the time they’d spent getting to know each other better, was all
a lie. She knew he’d been too good to be true, yet she had fallen for him.

“I have to get outta here,” she thought to herself, grateful
that she’d never have to see him again. She’d experienced so much pain and so
much hurt in the past that she didn’t want to put herself through anymore
heartache.

She had to end things now, before she was too wrapped up in
this relationship. A small voice in the back of her mind tried to convince her
that perhaps she should confront him. However, another voice warned that she’d
be a fool to think that he would ever confess to his indiscretion. She had seen
it with her own two eyes, Spencer and Steffy with locked lips and God knows
what else.

As she waited for the bus, a pit in the bottom of her
stomach formed and she felt so nauseous that she almost threw up. Images of
Spencer with several other women, including Steffy danced around in her head. She
was just so disgusted with herself.

Retrieving her cellphone, she found the number to the lawyer’s
office; hopefully he’d still be at work. She needed to get out of New York and
she needed to go as soon as possible. Perhaps this was the sign she’d asked
for. She knew a transfer to a college in North Carolina would not be too
difficult.

***

Two Years later...

As they announced her name, Elizabeth stood up with her long
blue and yellow graduation robe on and made her way to the stage. Finally this
moment had come. It felt so good to be done with her bachelor’s degree. Life in
North Carolina had not been all daisies, but it was much better than the life
she had before. Her father had left her a beautiful 3 bedroom house, along with
savings account with nearly $400,000. She had used some of the money to fix the
house and also put some away for her children’s college funds. She’d also changed
her major to psychology; she wasn’t sure why but inwardly knew that it had
everything to do with Spencer. Even though things didn’t work out, he had
inspired her to look at the world differently

Two of the college faculty members greeted her on stage,
they were the announcer who’d just called out her name and the presenter who
handed her the rolled up degree certificate wrapped with a thin red ribbon. Making
her way back to her seat, her eyes found her two beautiful children in the
audience. The pride beaming on their faces was all the satisfaction she needed.

One by one her peers went to the stage, huge smiles
lingering on their features as they received their various awards and
certificates. Soon they reached the end of the award giving part of the
ceremony and the guest speaker was about to be introduced.

The master of ceremony, the Dean of Business studies at the
college introduced their guest speaker as a Best Selling Author and an
accomplished scholar. Lizzy looked on with curious eyes, waiting to see which
famous author would come to the stage.

Her eyes shot open with disbelief as the well-dressed
gentleman made his way to the microphone. She could not sit still. What was he
doing here? Her stomach was in knots as Dr. Spencer introduced himself.

Lizzy was confused; to the best of her knowledge Dr. Spencer
was not an author. He’d never mentioned writing a book to her. As she carefully
scrutinized him with disbelieving eyes, she realized that he had not changed at
all. He was still the charming man; she’d met years ago. His baby blue eyes
still drew her in without effort and she found herself almost forgetting why
she hadn’t spoken to him since the move.

Then it came back to her, he’d been a cheater – a handsome
heartthrob who appeared to be genuine and sincere, yet was kissing another one
of his students. All those months had gone by, years even and now the feeling
she’d felt that day resurfaced within her.

“Just get over it already,” a voice in her head advised. But
she couldn’t find it within herself to forget about the picture she’d seen that
day. Her eyes had served their purpose and she’d seen right through him.

Dr. Spencer spoke for what seemed like hours, encouraging
the students to continue on their journey to success. He also made it a point
to tell us that sometimes people take each other for granted. He stated that
the friendships and relationships that we had been built with each other should
be forever cherished.

“Sometimes the people that matter the most can be gone in a heartbeat.”
Spencer said solemnly as he winded down his speech. The students agreed with
what he was saying, some of them leaning over to embrace each other.

He ended his speech thanking the students for having him as their
guest speaker. Lizzy sat in her seat uncomfortable and distraught. How could
Spencer have such a powerful effect on her after all this time? The fact that
she had unresolved issues with him was now eating at her.

As the ceremony came to a conclusion, she hurried off to
find her two children. Just as she did, a hand caught her arm, forcing her to
look behind her.

“Elizabeth,” the puzzled look on Spencer’s face was heart
wrenching.

Lizzy hated herself; she had a mixture of emotions. Why
couldn’t she just be done with him? Why did she allow him to stir up all these
feelings within her with just the sound of her name leaving his mouth?

“We need to talk,” he continued. His unwavering stare made
her buckle with nervousness.

Surprisingly she didn’t hesitate or argue. She excused
herself for a minute asking her daughter to take her son to the car. “I’ll be
there in a minute Molly.”

Taking him to a quiet area at the side of the building Lizzy
waited to hear what he had to say.

“What happened between us Elizabeth? After the semester
ended you disappeared. I called, you never answered. I visited your old place,
they told me you moved.”

Lizzy paused for a minute, giving him a long pensive stare. This
was no time for games; she had to tell him what she saw. She wanted to see how he
would explain his way out of it.

“I saw you, with Steffy.”

“You saw me with who?” Confusion lurked upon his face.

“Steffy, the girl you were kissing. Guess you don’t even
remember their names – do you?” She shot at him with an irate tone.

“What are you talking about Elizabeth?” he gave her a
serious look.

“Bravo! So you know my name smarty pants,” she spoke with
such sarcasm that he grew annoyed. “Look, she showed me a picture of you two
kissing. Did that refresh your memory enough?”

Spencer did not respond for a while, deep in thought. Then
finally he snapped his fingers as if he’d just caught onto something
interesting.

“Are you referring to that young lady, Jameson... something?”

“Steffy Jameson.” Lizzy chided. She had remembered her name
very vividly.

“So you saw her kissing me... And then you disappeared off the
face of this earth. I am not quite sure how she snapped a photo of that, but it
was something I should have told you about it”.

“You’re darn right you should have told me” she snapped back.

“She came on to me in my office that night and nothing else
happened. I let myself kiss her back for a few seconds before I realized that
it was you I wanted. I am truly sorry Lizzy.”

The look in his eyes was sincere, but what he had done was
still heartbreaking to Lizzy, even if it was only a few seconds.

The conversation between them was not an easy one; there had
been a lot of misinterpretations and assumptions. What hurt Spencer was that he’d
genuinely cared and felt a connection with Lizzy. Just when he’d thought about taking
things to the next level she had vanished. He’d searched for her for months
with no luck.

As Lizzy stood there listening to his side of the story she
wanted to kick herself. Was she really that type of woman? Hot headed, easy to
jump to conclusion and most of all foolish enough to let a good man go.

“Honestly Liz, I was mad for a long while after you left. I
could
not
believe that you’d just leave me without even saying goodbye. Now
that I know why you left, I feel angry at myself for not being honest with you
before Steffy had a chance to throw it in your face.

“But now, that we are standing here, the only thing I know
for sure is how much I… I Love You. And no matter what happens I always will.”
He stuttered his words as they came out.

Lizzy’s look intensified. “You... Love me?” She asked with
uncertainty and disbelief.

“Of course I love you. You’re the inspiration for my novel.
Here take a look.” He reached into the inside pocket of his black jacket and
handed her a book.

Lizzy’s eyes examined every inch of the beautifully designed
cover. The name
Elizabeth
was written in bold print on the cover. She’d
imagined that if he did have a book it would be about psychology or something. However,
this book seemed to be a novel, a romance novel.

“You named your book after me?” Lizzy said, as she edged in
closer, gripping the book to her chest. It was her way of showing appreciation.

“You can read it, maybe then you’ll understand how I really
felt about you. How I still feel about you.” Using the back of his knuckles,
Spencer gently lifted her face up, so she could meet his deep gaze.

The same feeling she had the very first day when they’d met
was reignited within her. The air around them seemed intoxicating and a delicious
warm engulfed them both.

“How do you really feel about me Luckie?”

Everything stopped when Spencer heard her call him by his
first name, the name he’d hated so much that he never used it. But slowly his
frown seemed to gradually thin out. She was the woman who’d captured his heart
with just one stare. He didn’t ask how she knew his first name, instead he
decided to do something else.

“Will you take a chance on me Liz? Let’s start over doing
things the right way,
no secrets, no hiding
. Just you and me.”

A warm smile touched her face as she moved in closer,
brushing her lips against his so delicately that it sent a tingle through her.

“For me, it’s always been love at first sight with you,” she
murmured her words against his mouth.

“Is that so?” Spencer said as he pulled away, tugging on her
bottom lip gently. “Love at first sight huh? I must truly be
lucky
.”

“Not just lucky. You are the love of my life Dr. Luckie
Spencer.” Lizzy admitted, for the first time. She was surprised at how good it
felt to finally say it. “I love you.” She added, pushing her body up on the tip
of her toes as her lips demanded his in a passionate kiss.

“I love you too Elizabeth Carter. More than just words, I
love you as the air that I breathe. You’ve got me now and always,” with that,
Spencer pulled her in again for another deep kiss.

This was the beginning of a new day for them both. Lizzy
wondered how they’d make their relationship work, considering the fact that
they now lived in separate states. However, she knew that every detail could
not be ironed out at that moment. Him being here with her in that instant was all
she wanted, all she needed. Marriage and everything else would come in due
time, there was no rush.

“Kiss me again Luckie,” she whispered, as he swept her around
and dipped her into his arms, and gave her the most enthralling kiss she’d ever
had.

The End