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My cock hardened as she moved her tongue over the spoon. I was already picturing those lips around the tip of my cock.
Fuck, focus, but I couldn’t.
Chapter Twelve
Laura
I was having fun with Maja until my boss walked in and opened his mouth. The last few weeks had been tough because we were both avoiding each other. Veronica told me I should have insisted on talking to him about it, but honestly, I was too hurt even to try. That arsehole made me feel tiny and unimportant, just like Jake had.
The memory of our kiss blazed through my mind. How his tongue dominated mine, the feel of his rock-hard chest beneath my fingertips. I knew he wanted me then—his body language screamed loud and clear that this hadn’t been a mistake, and the intense attraction would continue to drive us both up the wall.
“The Prime Minister is hot for his nanny,” Veronica had kept singing when I’d told her everything. “You two are going to bang, and soon. God, I'm so jealous. All the girls who went out with him said that he is a beast in the bedroom. He’s so domineering, you will have a hell of a ride, girl,” she’d added.
I grew flustered. How sad and pitiful.
“We aren't. We both know that he’s more suited for you, not me. I wouldn’t know what to do. I’m not that sexually experienced,” I’d replied, while still wondering how it would be if we had gone all the way that night on the kitchen worktop. How it would have been to feel him against me, inside me … taking me to that special place … Damn, my imagination was running wild again. My roommate was so loud, outgoing, and confident. She had slept with plenty of guys and always took what she wanted. She was the complete opposite of me.
Anyone who’d taken even one look at Spencer would figure he must be incredible at sex.
“He’s attractive, sure, and I would love to bang him, but that one time I met him, there was absolutely no attraction between us, no spark,” she’d admitted.
I’d turned to face her. “You met him?”
“Yes, but I don’t think he remembers me. It was at a gala I attended with another politician. There were lots of people there, men and women,” she’d explained.
Friday afternoon rolled in, so Maja and I made cupcakes.
When Maja had asked me to do this activity together the other day, I’d said yes without thinking. A week before, I had finally met Sue Banks, Spencer’s mother. She’d showed up at the flat unexpectedly when Spencer was at work. I was so shocked at first and really didn't know how to act, but she turned out to be a sweet and completely down-to-earth lady. She was nothing like I’d imagined, and we’d chatted like we had known each other for ages. I felt comfortable in her company.
There was no way I was going to miss this family dinner. I knew Spencer was very private, but I was curious to know more about him. His mother had said he was guarded, but he hadn’t always been like that, and after what had happened between us, I wanted to become his business.
God, he looked so good in simple jeans and a white t-shirt which outlined his muscular chest that I’d rubbed weeks back. I lifted the spoon to my lips and unintentionally licked the mixture. Damn, this was unbelievably delicious.
“No, I don’t have any plans,” I said as I tasted the sweet, delicious mix. “I would love to attend this dinner. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a proper Sunday roast.”
“Yay. Daddy, you assumed too much. Laura is going to meet all my uncles,” Maja said with a sidelong glance at him.
Spencer let out a growl. Judging by his uncomfortable and stiff demeanour, this plan was not as appealing to him as it was to her.
“You really don’t have to go,” he insisted hoarsely. “All my brothers will be there, and they’ll give you hell. Trust me—my family can be overbearing.”
He didn't know how lucky he was. My adopted parents were great and supportive, but I had no siblings in my life, or many friends at school because of being seen as an introvert.
I finally put the spoon down and grinned at him. That mouth, I wanted it on me again. No … what the hell?
This would not happen. I walked to the cupboard and pulled out the cupcake moulds I’d bought the other day.
Spencer kept his eyes on me, and I could tell me licking the spoon had him in a state.
“Oh, Spencer, I really have no plans for Sunday, and I look forward to meeting your family,” I said sweetly, then poured the mixture into the cupcake moulds, ignoring his hard stare.
When I glanced back at him, he seemed totally furious, and I couldn’t help feeling a certain satisfaction at that.
“Do you think the cupcakes will be delicious?” Maja asked when I put them in the oven.
Spencer didn’t move, and I could sense the anger rippling out of his body in waves.
“Of course, but I think your daddy needs to take over from me now. I've to rush. Need to get home,” I said, barely leaning over the oven to make sure I didn’t show off too much of my legs, as this dress was just a tad short. The June heatwave was overwhelming in London, and I wanted to be comfortable around Maja, while still appearing professional.
