Spencer Grammer Nude Novels & Stories

Mila's POV Spencer is having a bad day. He's stabbing his keyboard with his index fingers, muttering about "unreasonable team reps" and "impossible performance bonuses." His usually gelled hair is slightly disheveled—for Spencer, that's a full-blown meltdown. "The Novotny account," he growls. "The team rep isn't having it. It's a total bitch." I've been catching up on emails from Tampa. But something about his frustration tugs at me.

“I didn't put anything in this water. Just please, calm down and we will tell you everything.” However my heart was still pounding so loud, I couldn't breathe properly and I guess I badly needed water. I trusted my instinct and took the glass of water on Drake’s hand. Still trembling, I tried my best to drink it. Caled help me hold it properly. And right when I finished it up, my nervousness subsided. “I need an explanation, everything! In complete details!” I blurted out. Drake and Caled looked at each other, like they were talking using their eyes. Just when we are all serious, we were all surprised when Spencer went inside of my bedroom, naked with his erect shaft showing off right in fro

I smiled as we both shook each other’s hand. Spencer and I had a longer conversation after that but I was already feeling flushed and fuzzy that I don’t remember anything following that approach. I just recalled that he’s working as a stripper and it made perfect sense with keeping his body ripped and well-sculpted like a herculean god.

His eyes roam over my body like he just unwrapped a Christmas gift. Still holding my legs in the air by my ankles, Spencer drapes them over one shoulder. One hand lazily traces circles against my skin, up and down my leg, making me thankful I took the time to shave when I showered this morning. Using his teeth, Spencer rips open the condom wrapper and, with one hand, covers his shaft.

I feel like a genius for coming up with a plan like this. When Spencer doesn't say anything in reply, I carry on and add to my plan, “ If she demands to see some pictures, I'm great at editing photos! Canva is my jam and the great thing is that I don't even have the paid version!” I keep on blabbering, making Spencer roll his eyes. “You think Grammy is gonna fall for that?” He asks in a serious tone, making me feel uncertain about my plan all of a sudden. “She won't?” He chuckles instead of replying which makes me pull my lips into a small pout.

"How do you know Spencer Graham?" Vermont suddenly paused and asked Felicity. "I submitted my resume to SP Entertainment when I graduated, but it didn't make the cut. I met him during the interview process. I first thought that he was one of the artists in the company, but the other people there for the job told me he was Penn Graham's only son. His good looks make him unforgettable. I also heard that Mr. Graham's wife was the champion of Miss World back in the day. So, it's not surprising that Spencer is handsome since boys often look like their mothers."

So maybe the list of suspects had been narrowed down after all. Leila’s phone buzzed as she walked back to her truck. It was a text from Zenia. She had arrived at Spencer’s and even sent a pic of herself with the guy. Spencer was cute, in a nerdy way. He had dark hair in a short cut, mocha colored skin, black wire glasses, the five o clock shadow, and the bulge of muscles peeking out from his NASA t-shirt. Zenia was smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. And she confessed she wanted to taste Spenser as he looked good enough to eat.

A girl, lying on her back in crystal-clear ocean water, sunlight dancing on her skin, her bikini clinging to every curve. She smiled mischievously, alive, free, untouchable. His heart slammed in his chest. "Fuck, this one's so young," a boy shouted. Spencer stepped forward instinctively, elbowing someone aside to get a better look. "Hey man, must you push me like that?" someone groaned, but Spencer barely heard him. His whole world narrowed to one thing— Her. "Who is that?" Spencer muttered, almost breathless. "That's the new model trending right now," Lana chirped, snatching the magazine away. "Monica Banks."

"I have nothing to say to you." "What if I say I have something important to tell you? About what happened in our room on the day of the funeral." Nancy could not help but worry immediately when she heard what he said. "What happened on the day of the funeral? You didn't take naked pictures of me while I was unconscious, did you?" "Do I really strike you as a person who would do something like that?" asked Spencer with a bitter smile. "You took advantage of other people when they're in danger. So yes, you do strike me as something who would do that."

Meanwhile, in Sparrow Residence, Spencer was wearing a white bathrobe. The front of the robe was loosely tied shut, and a sliver of his muscular chest was exposed. His bangs were dripping with water after his shower. The crystalline droplets slid down the sides of his perfect face. They rolled past his strong jaw and sexy throat before finally seeping into his bathrobe which left a lot for the imagination. He gave off the vibe of a nobleman. He looked like the perfect hunk who just got out of the shower.