Page 23 of Sinful Secrets

Spencer continues in a lower, hushed tone. “Well, someone needs to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. We don’t need another incident like Francesca’s.”

Who is Francesca, and what did she do?

When Spencer notices me walking toward him, he ends the call and gives me a warm smile.

“Is everything alright?” I ask as I wave goodbye to the bartender.

Spencer takes my duffle bag from me and wraps his arm around my waist as we head to the back door.

He places a kiss on my cheek. “Everything is fine. That was just some drama with work.”

“You’re working this late?” It’s after eleven thirty on a Thursday night. What kind of employer expects their workers to work this late?

He chuckles as the warm night air hits us. “Work always seems to follow me around, but I’m done for the night. They canfigure it out for themselves because I have plans that involve a very sexy redhead and some very dirty words.”

My body tingles as I think about our plans for the rest of the night.

He glances around the parking lot. “Where’s your car?”

“At my dorm. I took a cab here. I didn’t want anyone to see my car in the parking lot and find out that I work here.”

“Well, that works out great for me because you can just ride with me to my place. Come on.”

Instead of taking the highway towards downtown, he turns down a side street away from downtown.

“I always figured you lived downtown in the historic area or across the river at the country club.”

He turns to look at me before howling with laughter. “The country club? Really? Do you really think I’m uptight like those people?”

“I wouldn’t say you are uptight, but you are well manicured and always dress in very nice clothes.”

“So that equates to living in a country club? Man, the guys will love to hear that. They always think I’m an uptight prude, so this will only add to their jokes.”

I frown. “I didn’t mean it like that, and I would never want to add to the jokes.”

He reaches over and grabs my thigh. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. No harm, no foul. Besides, guys joke with one another. It’s part of life.”

He turns down another side road and moves his hand up my thigh to the hem of my shorts.

My breath hitches as his finger slips under the cotton fabric and grazes the edge of my lace g-string.

I moan and turn in my seat to open my legs, giving him easier access to my aching core. He slips one finger under my panties before sliding through my wet fold.

“Oh, fuck, Spencer.” I close my eyes and thrust my hips forward, desperate for more.

“We’re almost home.” He says as he finger fucks my pussy.

God, this feels so good. Too good.

My hips roll and grind on his hand as he slips another finger inside of my channel.

“What do you need, Savannah? Tell me what you need.” His voice is husky and breathless, as if he’s as close to coming as I am.

“I need more.”

“More what?” His fingers stop pumping inside of me.

Damn him, and damn this game he seems to love.

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