Page 104 of Sinful Secrets

“I think being a professional hockey player contributes to that a little, but there was a lot that happened recently, with my mom coming back from the dead and my ex boyfriend trying to kill me, but Spencer is a good man. He’s one of the best out there.”

My gaze follows his every move as he helps screw two pieces of the table together. “There seems to be a really dark side of him, though.”

“That would be the mafia side. They have to do horrible things sometimes, like torture others, and they keep it bottledup. You know how men are. They don’t talk about their feelings. Ever. Well, add hard unethical crimes to that and that’s where they are.”

“And you don’t care that Rhett has killed people?”

“Nope. Hell, I’ve killed before. That’s just the type of world we live in. It’s not always black and white. We operate mostly in the gray area, and if you plan on sticking around, you are going to have to get used to it.”

Could I handle knowing that Spencer tortured and killed a man or multiple men? Could I just forget everything and pretend to live in a fairytale?

Francesca continues. “Besides, once you get a taste of the dark life, you won’t want to go back, and I’m not only talking about the endless supply of drugs, guns, and money.”

Francesca leans closer, not wanting the guys to overhear.

“I’m talking about the rough, hard sex that you only read about in romance novels. The type of sex that leaves you feeling completely spent and shaking, complete with Earth shattering orgasms. The type of sex you will remember for the rest of your life.”

My mouth falls open.

My sex life isn’t boring. Not by a long shot, but I can’t picture Spencer tying me up, blindfolding me, and fucking me into oblivion.

She chuckles. “Try it out sometime. I’m not saying go straight into chains, whips, and choking, but try a little spanking and hair pulling. Maybe even light bondage with scarves and an eye mask.”

I glance over at Spencer, who is completely oblivious to my and Francesca’s conversation. “How can I even ask for that without him thinking I’m weird?”

“Trust me, that is the last thing he will think about. Come on, I’ll help you get ready for tonight. It will be a nice reminder of what he has waiting for him back home.”

I shake my head as she stands. “I don’t want to distract him before a game, let alone two away games.”

“He won’t be distracted. Well, at least not in a negative way. This reminder will help keep him focused on returning home.”

A grin forms on my face as I picture the shock and arousal on his. “Alright. Show me what to do.”

While the guys are distracted, Francesca and I sneak into Spencer’s bedroom. I just hope I don’t make a fool out of myself and end up regretting listening to her advice.

Chapter Twenty-Two

SPENCER

The guys throwtheir dishes in the sink as I throw empty bottles of beer in the trash can. Savannah and Francesca straighten up the couch cushions and fold the twister mat before putting it back in its box.

Knox heads toward the front door. “Sorry for leaving your place a mess.”

I wave him off. “That’s not a problem. It won’t take long to clean up the rest.”

I’ll have to put up the food and throw the dishes in the dishwasher, but that’s pretty much it.

Gage glances around the living room. “Do you need help moving your furniture back into their correct spots?”

“No, I’ll leave it like this for now. I actually like how open it feels, and all I had to do was turn the couch so the back is along the balcony windows.”

“But you can’t watch the television.” He points to the entertainment stand.

I shrug. “I rarely watch it, anyway.”

That’s not going to be a deciding factor on how I leave my couch. I’m rarely home long enough to watch anything, and if I do have free time, I want to spend it with Savannah.

The guys linger at the front door as Francesca and Savannah whisper to one another.

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