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“Hey, you,” I say, standing and walking over to him. I wrap my arms around his waist and breathe him in as he kisses my forehead. “What are you doing here?”
“No one is here, it’s just you. Did you know that the front door was unlocked?” he asks, worrying his lip.
“Landon and Rush just stepped next door to get coffee. They’ll be right back.” Spence is a worrier—not that I’m not riddled with anxiety, but he rivals me for sure.
Spence ushers me backward and closes the door behind him before locking the door with a flick of his fingers. I immediately know what he’s about to do, and a rush of pure pleasure courses through my veins. I thought I loved being friends with Spence, but I love this side of him so much more. He’s had me in every single room in my house and his—not to mention a few other places I feel dirty just thinking about.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you on a desk.” Spence walks me backward toward my desk until my ass hits the mahogany. His eyes fall to my chest, and he licks his lips, lust swelling in his stare.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask him, stepping up so we’re toe to toe in front of the desk. I reach down and slowly unzip his pants, making eye contact with him the entire time. “What are you waiting for?” Quickly, he snatches me up and places me on the desk. Papers and pens go flying everywhere, and suddenly, an undeniable need floods my core. His hands tangle up in my hair as he buries his face in my neck, gently nibbling on the delicate flesh.
I work to push his pants down the rest of the way, and I’m unable to control the moan that escapes my lips as his dick pushes against my stomach. He lifts my shirt over my head and forcefully yanks down my bra, exposing my breasts. Just as he lowers himself down onto his knees, Rush calls my name, knocking on the door.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. “I’m good! Just starting a new project, so I closed my door for some privacy,” I manage to call out despite the lack of oxygen in my lungs. Spence smiles on his knees, looking up at me. He runs just one finger down my already slick slit, his eyes traveling from my own, down my entire body before his eyes fall on my center. He licks his lips and slides one finger in with no resistance from me. I’m ready for him.
“How’s this?” he asks, picking up the pace as he slides his finger in and out of me, adding another as my pulse quickens.
I imagined what Spence would be like in bed a million times over the years, but I never thought he would be controlling, domineering, or as take charge as he is. He’s always so gentle with me—until we’re intimate, and then, all bets are off.
He runs his tongue along my center, sucking on my hardened clit. His warm breath sends a shiver down my spine, and my head rolls back in pleasure. Once he’s satisfied with how wet I am, he stands and lifts me in one fluid motion. He takes my spot on the desk and lowers me on top of him, both of us gasping as he fills me inch by inch.
“God, Spence,” I moan as quietly as I can as to not subject my security to my personal life. Part of me feels somewhat hotter knowing someone could be right outside the door.
“You’re too fucking perfect, Declan,” Spence breathes as I move up and down on him, taking him fully and feeling every inch. “I can’t wait any longer.” His hand finds my bundle of nerves at my center. I’m already on the verge of coming undone, and the way he flicks and rubs me in time to my movements sends me spiraling. All at once, I let go, my legs shaking as Spence fists my hair and clamps down on my ass, pushing himself as far as he can get inside me as he finishes. We ride the waves of our release as he stays inside me, holding me as closely as he can to his body.
“I could stay like this forever,” he murmurs into my neck, and I nod before kissing him softly, brushing my lips against his.
* * *
A few hours later, all the guys have trickled in, and we’re hanging out in the lobby, waiting for Isla to get in. She typically has meetings in the evening, so she always gets in later than the rest of us. The door alarm beeps, and it’s either a delivery or Isla, so I run over to the door to check, but when I look at the security camera that overlooks the front of our building, it’s neither.
“Uh… you guys,” I whisper-shout to the band, but it’s Rush who stalks over to me. Landon left early today to take his sister to an appointment. “No, it’s fine.” I motion Rush back. “I mean, I think it is. There’s a woman holding a baby out there. She looks… unwell.”
I take the woman in, from her greasy, straggly hair all the way down to her broken flip-flops. There’s tape holding one of them together, and my heart breaks. She’s skinny, so skinny that she looks sick. Her bright yellow T-shirt is stained and hanging off her body, barely clinging to her frame.
The guys walk over and look at our security camera that’s on the wall next to the door.
“Holy fuck,” Flynn says, and I shush him.
I nudge him. “She might be able to hear you.”
“Maybe she’s looking for money?” Bordeaux says, fishing in his back pocket for his wallet, no doubt.
“We have to open the door. She might need help,” I say to the guys, eyeing Rush. He steps forward and opens the door, and I stand to the side of him.
The woman has scars and bruises on her face, and I instinctively look out on the sidewalk to see if anyone else is with her. She has tears in her eyes as she looks past Rush and me.
“Miller?” she calls, looking at him and then looking at the baby she’s cradling in her arms. “She’s yours.”
I swear, my heart drops into my stomach with her words.
“Wait… what?” Miller manages to get out, but he backs away while doing so, a strangled look stretching across his face. “No.”
The woman nods and pushes the baby into Rush’s arms, who looks dumbfounded. His eyes grow wide, and his entire body stiffens. “Last year. Virtue Bar. I was there with my friends, and we went home together.”
Fuck. Holy fuck. I can’t process what she’s saying. Miller has a baby? With this woman?
“I can’t do this,” the woman says. She motions to a small diaper bag she has resting on the concrete next to the door. “She’s four weeks old, and I haven’t named her. I’m not worthy of her.” She scratches at her face. “I’m going away to get help. Please. She’s yours, I promise you. Please take care of our baby.”
