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Whatever it is.
“Spence…” I whisper.
“Yeah.” He kisses me softly.
My stomach twists as I try to hold in the words. “I’m going to miss you today,” I breathe out.
He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “Good.” He kisses me deeply. “You can show me how much when I see you tonight.”
His tongue slides through my lips, and he gently tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth. We kiss again, only this time he’s using the same force he uses when we fuck.
There’s no mistaking it, Spencer’s fucking-kiss is a hell of a lot different to his relaxed-kiss. It has an edge that’s as sharp as a knife. Not that I’m complaining, of course.
He lies me back over the counter, pulls my robe to the side, and slides two thick fingers into my sex. His eyes drop as he watches my body take him in.
My mouth falls open.
He gives a subtle shake of his head. “You’ll be the fucking death of me, woman. I can’t get enough of this sexy body of yours.”
I giggle quietly.
He removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth. When he sucks them, his eyes darken and he hums in appreciation.
“I’m going to be late, Prescott.”
I nod. “Go…”
With one last kiss, he turns and picks up his briefcase. “See you tonight.” He flashes me a sexy wink. “Behave yourself today.”
I smile from my position on the kitchen bench. “Bye.”
The front door clicks closed.
I lie for a moment in a state of awe. How he can get me from zero to gagging for it in five seconds flat is beyond me.
Finally, I drag myself upstairs and make my way to the wardrobe.
I look around and smile. It’s filled with Spencer’s suits and clothes. Four shirts on hangers and three suits hang there like they own the space. There’s also two pairs of dress shoes, a watch, his deodorant, aftershave, a laptop, and his earphones. He’s taking over this damn wardrobe.
He’s taking over me.
All of his things are mixed in with mine, so I begin to hang his on the other side, organising him his own space. I pick up a coat hanger with a pair of suit pants on it, and the pants slide off the hanger. I catch them mid-air and feel something in the pocket.
I reach inside and pull out a hotel key. I stare at it in my hand.
The Corinthia.
Why would he have a hotel key to The Corinthia? That’s weird.
I move around a few things and put them in their place, but my mind is already in overdrive.
Who does he know that stays in London from out of town?
Sheridan.
Don’t be stupid.
I put the key back into his suit pants, and I hang them back up in disgust.
