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“Just working, as usual. I went to a Broadway show this week. I have business dinners a few nights this week. What are you doing? What’s new with you?”
Everything.
Spencer nips my sex with his teeth, and I slap the top of his head. “Just lounging around, getting ready for bed,” I lie as I widen my eyes at Spencer. “Stop it,” I mouth.
He tears my pyjama pants down my legs and pulls me forward to the edge of the couch where he spreads my legs.
“Oh my God,” I mouth. “What’s the weather like, Dad?” If only he could see what I’m doing now.
“It’s been very hot. Vegas is muggy.”
Spencer’s thick tongue slides through my flesh, and I tremble as I try to hold it together. “I can imagine,” I breathe out.
Spencer slides two thick fingers into my sex, forcing me to close my eyes.
“How’s work going, love?” Dad asks.
Spencer pumps me hard, and I clench around him. Our eyes are locked, and I can hardly hear what my father is even saying. “So good,” I murmur.
“Great.”
My father’s voice snaps me out of my moment.
“Dad, I-I have to go to the bathroom. Can I call you back tomorrow?”
“Of course, dear, speak soon. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I hang up, chuck the phone, and grab Spencer to drag him to me. The minute our lips touch, I kiss him deeply. A thought runs through my mind. Shit. I scramble up and run across the room to pick my phone back up to check it’s definitely off. I don’t want my father to hear me say the next sentence.
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
“That’s exactly what I’m about to do. Get those fucking legs up.”
* * *
We walk into the airport, hand in hand. Spencer has a trolley with our bags while Anthony and Wyatt trail behind us with theirs. There are people everywhere and when I see all the queues, my eyes instinctively go back to Wyatt for reassurance.
“It’s okay,” he says.
Spencer frowns down at me. “What’s wrong, angel?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
Spencer looks at Wyatt in question.
“She gets a bit overwhelmed with crowds,” Wyatt tells him.
Spencer’s face falls. “Oh. I didn’t know. Are you all right?”
I force a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine, lead the way.”
He leads me by the hand, and we make our way to stand in the back of the check-in line. I look around at all the people, feeling very out of my comfort zone indeed. Spencer stands behind me with his hands on my hips. He’s talking to the boys. He’s wearing a navy blazer and blue jeans with a white T-shirt. He’ll look delicious in any country. I feel his lips come to my temple while I concentrate on staying calm among the crowd.
“Have you ever caught a commercial flight before?” he whispers.
I shake my head, embarrassed by my stupid lifestyle.
