Page 51 of One Hot Moment

"Me too. After a few minutes, maybe we'll have more stamina."

I let my head fall back against the sofa. "I'm only thirty-eight, but I feel ninety right now."

She's lying half on top of me with her head just above my groin. As she glances down at my cock, one side of her mouth kinks upward. "Bet I could make you feel eighteen again in a few seconds."

"That's quite a grand claim."

"You don't believe me?"

I chuckle. "With you, I can believe anything."

She slithers down my body, positioning her mouth directly over my groin. Then she licks her lips. "You have the most beautiful dick I've ever seen. Can't wait to taste you again."

I believe she genuinely does want to go down on me again and loves doing it. My pulse accelerated the moment she slithered down my body, but now I'm having trouble pulling in a full breath. The look on her face, a mixture of lust and sweetness, makes my cock twitch.

Then my mobile rings.

I groan. "Bloody fucking hell. If that's your sister---"

She snatches my mobile off the floor, where I must have dropped it during our desperate attempt to get naked. "Actually, it's your sister."

"What?" I grab the mobile and swipe to take the call. "Bindy? Is everything all right?"

"Hello to you too, Spence. Why wouldn't everything be all right? You sound as if you're expecting to be arrested and hanged."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm glad to hear from you, but it's late where you are."

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious." She pauses. "Why do you sound so out of breath?"

"It's nothing. What did you want, Bindy?"

"Mum and Rosalyn are driving Kendall mad. He's getting very anxious."

Tabitha crawls to the end of the sofa and draws her knees to her chest. Yes, I'm sure she has realized this call with my sister might take a while.

I scramble to get upright on the sofa. "Kendall is always anxious. What do you want me to do about it? Fly home to pour whisky down his throat?"

"Oh, no, that would be the worst possible thing you could do." My sister exhales a long, gusty breath. "You see, Hugh already tried that. Kendall got so pissed that he started singing 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' while, um...I can't say it, Spence. It's too bizarre."

For a moment, I have no idea what Bindy means. Then the truth hits me, thanks to that song she mentioned. "Was Kenny trying to do a striptease?"

"Yes." She virtually whined that single syllable. "I had just walked onto the patio, and I caught Kendall in the midst of his...routine. Don't think I'll ever get that image out of my mind."

"I thought you were over the embarrassment years ago. You did see him on stage once. After that, you swore it didn't bother you at all."

"Well, it didn't. Until today."

"Please tell me Hugh wasn't pissed too."

My sister makes a series of throat-clearing noises. "I don't like to lie, Spencer."

"So, Lord Sommerleigh was in on the shenanigans. Let me guess. It was his idea to pour liquor down Kendall's throat to ease his anxiety."

Oh, I can just picture how Rachelle and Rosalyn responded to Hugh's asinine attempt to support my brother in his time of need. For pity's sake, Kendall should know better. I have never seen him drink more than half a pint of beer. And that only happened once.

I sag into the sofa and rub my eyes. "Please tell me that at least Kenny didn't actually strip."

"No. He, um, tripped and fell onto one of the patio chaises."

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