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Laura was sitting with Rupert and Maja by the pool.
My cock was fucking sore. I had taken her several times in various different positions. She came hard every time, and now she was downstairs, still playing the role of the dutiful nanny. Now that I’d had her, I had less than four weeks left of the holiday to enjoy my time with her.
After that, there was no way we both could go back to being mere employer and nanny. I was too addicted to her. I wanted to chain her to my bed and never set her free.
I had exactly four weeks to make her fall for me, because I didn’t think I could ever let her go, especially not after fucking her ten ways till Sunday. I knew that one time was not enough. It was never going to be enough, no matter how many times I kissed her, touched her, and made love to her, because all these things were never enough. She was the shining star in my gloom, and I would be lost without her if she ever left.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Laura
“Veronica, that man is insatiable. He’s like an animal, and I’m exhausted.”
I sighed, quickly moving my phone away from my ear as Veronica screamed so loud, she nearly burst my eardrums.
A week had passed since my first explosive sexual encounter with Spencer on the kitchen worktop. After he’d fucked me senseless, he’d fallen asleep, so I’d slipped away when Rupert and Maja had returned from the beach. Spencer had looked so peaceful when I’d left.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe this. You finally shagged. I think I’m going to cry. I'm so emotional,” Veronica said, pretending to sniffle.
I rolled my eyes.
I was in my bedroom, drained after engaging in yet another day of tourist activities with the Banks family. Sicily was truly wonderful, and we had visited so many breathtaking beaches and sites.
Almost every night, Spencer snuck into my room and made love to me until dawn.
Every single day, I felt hungover.
Some days, he tackled me in the garden, too. That man was everything and more, and I could barely keep up with his overactive libido.
“Stop it. This will not work long-term. Once the summer is over, we are done. It’s too risky to carry on fucking each other’s brains out once we get back to London,” I whispered into the phone. We were only having fun while on holiday. I couldn’t allow myself to fall for him.
He was trying to show me his sweet side—he’d become less curmudgeonly—but still, I wasn’t ready to officially date him. He was the Prime Minister, and the press would be all over this if they caught even a drift of this story. The man worked too hard to keep his reputation intact, and he was known as the eternal bachelor. I was not keen on being in the limelight again either. I was the opposite of Veronica.
“Oh, whatever. You turning up at his home and him mistaking you for an escort was the best thing that ever happened to you,” Veronica said with a sigh.
She was right, but I still had nightmares about that day.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean this can go on forever. I don’t think Spencer is ready for a relationship.” I shook my head, dreading the thought of going back to London. “How are things with you?”
“We are travelling around, visiting the most incredible places this summer,” Veronica replied vaguely, and then someone shouted something in the background.
“Where exactly are you? You should come to Sicily for a visit.”
“Oh, I’m not sure we’ll manage. Anyway, I’ve got to go. I’ll fill you in later. Oh, and don’t let him break your vagina, sweetie.”
“All right, bye,” I said, then hung up.
Spencer, Rupert, and Maja were downstairs preparing dinner. Spencer wanted to grill the steaks himself tonight.
I went to the bathroom to take my birth control pills and suddenly I was so glad Veronica had slipped them into my suitcase, because I would have been screwed now. I took the packet and started looking at the days, seeing that a few of them were missing, which was impossible. It had been a week and I had definitely been taking them unless … fuck … no, he wouldn’t do that.
I told Spencer that I was on on the birth control pills, so he must have knew I had them somewhere in my room. I stared at the packet for several long moments and then decided to place them somewhere else to test my theory. I didn’t think Spencer was capable of stealing my birth control, because he didn’t want any more kids, but then we didn’t use any protection.
This was a little reckless of me, because I didn’t want to get pregnant right now, but maybe Spencer was planning to trap me after all. I really had to talk to him about this, rather than make assumptions, because if that’s what he was doing, did I even want to be with a man like that? I didn't know what Spencer thought was going to happen between us once we returned from Sicily, because every time I broached the subject, he was all over me, distracting me from the topic.
“Laura, what are you doing upstairs? Dinner is ready,” Spencer called out.
I left the pills in another spot and told myself I would count them again in a couple of days, so then I would be sure. Deep down, I hoped that he wasn’t trapping me into staying with him by me getting pregnant.
