Page 107 of Sinful Secrets

“You seemed to really hit it off with Francesca.”

Her face blushes. “Yeah, she’s really great. It’s nice to have another woman around to talk about all this with.”

“Where’d you two disappear to?” I dump the chips back into their bags and load up the dishwasher.

She props her hands on her hips. “What?”

“When the guys and I were putting the air hockey table together, you two disappeared for a while.”

“Oh. That.” She glances away. “We were having some girl talk away from the guy’s ears.”

“Uh, huh.”

Her face blushes more, turning a dark red. It’s clear she’s hiding something, but I’m not going to push her to tell me. She’ll clue me in when she’s ready.

“Well, there is something I want to show you, but can you give me a few minutes alone in your room?”

“Sure. Take your time. I’ll finish cleaning. Just let me know when you’re ready for me.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips to my jaw. “I’m always ready for you.”

She skips away from me with a grin on her face.

I quickly finish cleaning the kitchen and dim the lights before walking over to the couch. Curiosity leaves my head spinning and wondering what she is doing in the bedroom. I have to resist barging into my room.

She’s excited to surprise me with something, and I refuse to ruin the surprise she worked so hard to plan.

Her voice shakes as she calls out. “Okay, I’m ready. You can come in here now.”

My legs propel me toward my bedroom as my heart races. With each step forward, my dick hardens to impressive lengths.

I push my bedroom door open, surprised that it’s nearly pitch black inside. The two end tables are lit up with candles. My cover and pillows have been removed and in their place is Savannah.

Moisture gathers on the tip of my cock as my gaze takes its fill of her.

One of my black ties is wrapped around the headboard, and she’s using another as a blindfold. Her fingers tighten around the metal bars of my headboard and her chest rises rapidly.

She must be nervous.

Her petite body is covered in the sexiest lace lingerie I have ever seen.

Unlike the satin black ties, her lingerie is blood red. And lace. It forms to her every curve and cradles her breasts like it was custom made for her. The thin straps at her hips draw me in like a moth to a flame.

The thin strap of lace disappears between her thighs, leaving me wanting to beg to see more.

Damn, this is like a wet dream come true.

I’m frozen in my spot, unable to move. I’m like a dog at the end of his chain salivating over the steak he wants.

She turns her head to the side and whispers, “A-a-are you in here, Spencer?”

I clear my throat and chuckle. “I’m here. I think my brain malfunctioned.”

Walking over to the foot of my bed, I kick off my shoes and socks and pull off my shirt and shorts.

My gaze locks onto the tie lightly wrapped around her wrists. “Are you sure you want to be tied up?”

I wouldn’t do anything without her consent, but to have total control over her makes me want to come in my pants.

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