Trouble - Page 88

I feel the smile still on my lips, and I push into a sitting position. “How did you sleep?”

She pushes into a sitting position as well, that fiery hair dropping around her shoulders. A curl loops under her nipple, and my cock is ready to go.

“Your bed is very comfortable.” She props an elbow on the top of the pillows and traces her finger down my chin. “How do you shave in there?”

I capture her slim hand in mine, holding it to my lips for a kiss. “Very carefully.”

She scoots closer, cupping my face in her hand and pressing her forehead to my cheek. I wrap my arm around her, turning us so I’m looking down into her face.

Her eyes hold mine, and I trace a finger along her brow, down her cheek. I’ve handled priceless heirlooms, one-of-a-kind artifacts, last pieces of million-dollar collections…

“Joselyn…” My voice is gentle, but I don’t know what comes next.

These are uncharted waters, and I don’t make deals I can’t predict. How do I say what I’ve never said?

“Spencer…” Her voice lowers, and she’s teasing, mocking my serious tone.

Our eyes meet, and she blinks impishly. Her full lips press together like she’s suppressing a laugh. I drop my chin, exhaling a groan, and I’m ready to flip her over and spank her creamy, round ass.

Then bite it.

But first, I cover her lips with mine. My hand travels higher, cupping her breast. I’m gearing up for another round when a sharp voice rings through the house like a fucking police siren.

“Mom! Mom! Aunt Sly’s missing!” Ollie’s feet thud loudly up the hall then pause, almost like he remembers. “Mr. Spencer! Mr. Spencer…”

At the first pounding of his seven-year-old feet on the stairs, we’re out of the bed, scrambling for clothes.

“Holy shit!” Joselyn’s eyes are wide, and she has those flannel PJ pants on before I’ve even located my Jockeys.

A door flies open below, and Courtney stops his upward progress. “Ollie, stop! Don’t go up there. Tell me what’s happening!”

“Aunt Sly hasn’t been in her bed. Get Mr. Spencer. Get Superhero Tom!”

“Calm down, and let’s see what’s happening.”

They descend the stairs, and a fully clothed Joselyn skips across the room to plant a kiss on my mouth. “I’ll take care of this.”

I catch her before she skips away, pulling her to me. Her chin lifts, and light twinkles in her blue eyes. She’s happier than I’ve seen her in a month, and dread pricks my chest.

Cupping her face with my hand, I slide my thumb over her full bottom lip. She’s so beautiful. Leaning down, I kiss her. I inhale her soft hair, and I hold her forehead to my cheek. Her hands clutch my arms, and I have to let her go.

I hold a little longer, finding it difficult to take my hands away.

But I do.

My lips are warm from her kiss, and I turn to my armoire as she jogs down the stairs.

Chapter 27

Joselyn

“So you fell asleep with Mr. Spencer?” Courtney murmurs, nudging me in the ribs as we stand in front of the coffee machine in the kitchen.

Ollie is at the table sprinkling walnut pieces on top of the whipped cream he sprayed on top of the pure maple syrup he poured all over the massive chocolate chip pancakes Julien made for him.

Again.

“Ollie’s going to have diabetes by the time we leave here.” I nod towards the table, ignoring her elbow and her question.

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