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“We’ll send the movers there too. Unless you want to go and pack up your room?”
I shrug. “I’m not really too bothered; they can do it.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod, knowing I don’t need to go back there right now. I’ll have plenty of time. We all will.
“Okay,” he says with a slow smile that makes my toes tingle.
Before I pounce on him, I make a quick getaway back to my room to run that bath, deciding the washing can wait. I’m fairly sure that I will be visited by one or more of them before the night is out and I want to be ready for them.
I luxuriate in the hot bubbles for about an hour and then decide if I don’t get out, I’ll be a wrinkled old prune.
Drying off and letting the water out, I remember that William ripped my pjs away from my body last night in a hot move that I hope he does again…when I have more than one set to hand. As it is, I have none now.
I climb into my nest, naked and flushed from the bath.
Before I can fall asleep, there is a soft knock on the door.
“Yes,” I call out, wrapping myself up in the duvet for modesty’s sake.
The door opens, and Spencer pokes his head around. “About your offer…” he says with a sexy smile.
“Come here,” I say with a giggle, and flick back the duvet to show him I’m ready and waiting.
He steps into the room and shuts the door quietly. Stalking me, shedding his clothes as he goes, I watch him, getting pretty horny myself.
He drops to his knees and crawls into my nest, snuggling against me. “Just want to sleep with you,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “Is that okay?”
I look back over my shoulder at him. “Of course.”
We settle and soon he is fast asleep, his steady breathing lulling me into a deep sleep as well before we are rudely woken up by the movers.
ChapterFifty
Rayne
Three months after we moved in the dead of night to our new location, ten minutes up the road in Kensington, I’m finally being given my birthday gift. I told them repeatedly not to bother and after my parents paid my tuition in full for an Open University Bachelor of Law degree, and Daddy’s expected extravagant shiny bauble of an internship in his offices after my first year, I really didn’t need anything else.
But they insisted and here we are, on this freezing November night, standing in the middle of the upper hallway of the eight-bedroom, three-story townhouse. I’m blindfolded and barefoot, dressed in my comfiest, red tartan, brushed cotton pjs and fluffy dressing gown.
“Okay, come on now,” I growl, getting impatient.
“Wait,” Richard says, wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing my ear. He is all healed up now from his wounds, so the link between us has dissolved to a small buzz every time he is near.
I hear a weird noise, and then Richard takes my arms and places my hands on something wooden.
“It’s a small staircase,” he whispers.
“I’m not going up that without sight,” I snap. “Are you crazy?”
He chuckles. “I’ll be right behind you.”
With an unsteady foot placed on the solid step, I grip the sides of the staircase and feeling his warm body behind me, I keep going until he tells me to stop.
“James will help you up,” he says.
I feel strong arms take mine and haul me onto solid flooring.
