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“No one is going to come this way for a while. Just relax, babe.”
I focus on the task at hand, sliding aside her lacy panties and burying my face in her wet heat. Angie’s legs jerk about my ears as I slide my tongue through her folds, tasting and lapping as I go, circling her clit. Some of the tension leaves her, and when I bite down gently, she gasps, groaning my name as her hands find my shoulders.
I suck on her clit, and Angie’s hips buck slightly as she rides my face. Come on, babe. This needs to be quick. Despite my earlier assurances, we are on the staircase – it’s not exactly private.
Finally, Angie tenses and goes limp as she comes, moaning my name. Grinning at how quickly I got her to come apart, I replace her panties, kissing my way back down her thigh and emerging from beneath her skirt.
Angie is leaning back, up the stairs, propped up on her shoulders, and she smirks at me as she pants, regaining control of her breathing. She rolls her eyes at me. “I really need to fetch your mother’s stole.”
Yeah. I hate that. Standing, I reach down and offer her my hand to help her up. I tangle our fingers together while Angie heads to my parent’s room. Glancing over, she raises her eyebrows, but I shrug, and she doesn’t say anything about me accompanying her. It feels less like a “job” if I’m with her.
Once we get to their room, she moves about, searching for the fake fur wrap thing Mom always puts on when she’s chilled at a dinner event. It’s weird that Mom requested it when she didn’t leave it out just in case, but Angie finally locates it hanging in the closet.
“Found it!” She waves it in my direction, so I place my hand on her lower back, guiding her back to the drawing room. Hell. Maybe I’ll keep it there when we walk in. It would be akin to throwing a grenade, but it would make me feel better.
Unfortunately, the decision is taken from me as we reach the bottom of the stairs, and Gladys comes to speak to Angie. Taking the stole off her with a sigh, I drop a kiss on her forehead, and leave for the drawing room. As I walk off, I catch Gladys hiding a smile.
Mom starts in surprise when I hand her the stole, and Uncle Bill hands me a fresh tumbler of whiskey. His eyebrows are raised, but I’m not sure what he’s trying to communicate. Maybe it’s better that I didn’t drop the bombshell of Angie and my relationship on everyone. Dad’s smirk and words confirm it.
“Run into Angie on the way back from the bathroom, eh?” Dad smirks, while Mom puts on her stole and reaches over, fussing about my hair.
“You look a little windblown, Tim. I hope you haven’t taken up smoking.”
David snorts into his whiskey, and even Uncle Bill bites back a laugh, since those bastards can probably guess what I was doing with Angie on those stairs.
Angie hasn’t returned when the gong sounds for dinner, and we all troop into the dining room. As we’re being seated, Angie slips in and takes her usual seat between Beau and me. There are some surprised glances in our direction, probably at the idea that a member of Bill’s staff is dining with us.
Dinner is going well enough until between the first two courses, when Aunt Sharon leans across the table with a condescending smile. Seriously, is this how theyalltreat people?
“Angie. You know I don’t travel well. I need you to arrange and diarize a spa day for me.”
Angie blinks, offering a bland smile. “Of course, Mrs. Pierce Westerhaven. There’s a day spa near here. I’ll arrange it tomorrow.”
She should have said no. Her agreement opens the floodgates for the six of them to make requests for Angie to do things. Along the table, a muscle ticks in Uncle Bill’s cheek, but he doesn’t say anything. He catches my eye though, and ever so slightly raises an eyebrow, almost like he’s issuing a challenge. A challenge that I’m fucking accepting.
Beneath the table, I slide my hand over Angie’s thigh and squeeze comfortingly. Angie’s eyes widen slightly as she throws me a quick, confused glance. I lean over, my lips brushing her ear.
“Repeat after me. I am on vacation.”
A hint of a smile flickers over her lips.
“I am on vacation,” she murmurs back, barely audible, even for me this close.
“I’m not here to do everyone’s bidding.”
Angie’s eyes flicker towards me uncertainly, but she obediently breathes back, “I’m not here to do everyone’s bidding.”
“I’m only supposed to do what Tim tells me.” I wink at her, and she presses her lips together, so she doesn’t giggle. She also presses her thighs together, trapping my fingers. Shit. I’m rock hard over here.
“I’m only supposed to do what Tim tells me.”
I smirk triumphantly at her, turning my attention back to the table. My uncles and aunts are staring at us in shock, while the boys are all smirking and Uncle Bill is hiding his smile in his whiskey. Mom and Dad blink at the two of us, sharing a measured look, but neither of them says anything.
Everyone gets the message though, and open season on Angie’s time ends. They all continue their previous conversations, though several glances are thrown our way. Whatever. My fingers curl around Angie’s under the table. Let them look.
Chapter Seventeen
Timothy
