Page 39 of Sinful Secrets

I didn’t want to ruin things.

I guess I already did that, though. I’ll have a lot to apologize for by the time I get back.

We can talk when you get back to town. I’m sorry for the added stress and conflict. Please send my condolences to the family, and if you need to talk, I’m only a phone call away.

Fuck me. She is way too incredible, and I am way too undeserving.

I tuck my phone back in my pocket and help Rhett get our luggage out of the trunk.

“What time do we need to be ready?” I ask once we are past the door hops and inside the bright and luxurious lobby.

Francesca checks her phone. “The wake starts at seven, and it’s on the opposite side of town, so I’d guess we have about an hour to change and get freshened up.”

We check in and make our way upstairs.

Before we disappear into our own rooms, I say, “Remember, we have adjoining rooms, so try to keep it down, would you? I don’t need to hear you two getting it on.”

Francesca’s face turns beet red and Rhett guffaws like a maniac before he winks and says, “Don’t be jealous, Spencer. I’ll let you watch.”

Francesca slaps him on his chest. “Rhett Montgomery! I know you didn’t just say that.”

He pulls her into his chest and places a kiss on her cheek. “I was just kidding, Chessie. No one gets to watch you, except me.”

Their affection makes me miss Savannah even more. If that’s possible.

“And on that note, I’ll see you guys in an hour.”

I head inside my room and drop my luggage at the foot of the bed before stripping down and making my way into the large, oversized shower.

How is it possible that I’m already feeling this way for Savannah? I want what Rhett and Francesca have. I want to flaunt my relationship around the guys and everyone we meet.

I want them to know that she’s mine and I’m hers. For the rest of my life.

The thought of spending the rest of my life with Savannah should scare me, but it doesn’t.

I quickly shower and dry off before grabbing my phone. Navigating to my recent calls, l click on Savannah’s name as I wrap the towel around my waist.

She immediately answers. “Spencer, are you alright?”

“I didn’t like leaving things the way we did. I wanted to check to make sure you were okay.”

She lets out a soft sigh. “I’m fine. How are you holding up?”

“Well, to be honest, I wish I was home with you instead of getting dressed for the wake.” I lay my suit on the end of the bed.

She lowers her voice. “And what would we be doing if you were home with me right now?”

Is she trying to have phone sex with me?

My dick bobs under the towel, eager for any action, even if it means using my hand.

Savannah moans. “Come on Spencer. I’m horny and all alone.”

Fuck.

“I do have some free time right now.” I remove the towel and lay on the bed. “Tell me what you’re doing to yourself.”

“I-I-I’m running my hand over my breast and giving it a squeeze as my other hand rubs my-”

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