flashing through his wide grin. “You have no idea, dude. Just a sec.” With his hand covering the receiver, Spencer turned his attention to Rory. “Jack is going to the Hamptons for the weekend for some kind of sailing regatta. He wants to know if we want to come.”
Rory had visions of watching gorgeous sailboats from a sun-drenched beach with a glass of chardonnay and the breeze tangling her hair. Hell yes, she wanted to go to the Hamptons for the weekend. She nodded excitedly. If she was honest with herself, there was another reason for the prickles of anticipation at the back of her neck.
“Yeah, Jack. We’re in.” Spencer was saying into the receiver. “Just text me the details.” Another laugh and Spencer sighed. “I’m getting there. Should have this cast off in another few weeks.”
Rory focused on the weightless tone in his voice, the lilting sound of genuine delight. It was becoming apparent that Jack Rothman energized Spencer in a way she’d never witnessed with anyone else. As her heart beat a little faster, she couldn’t deny that Jack had the same effect on her. It was a curious phenomenon, one that sharpened her senses and kept her eyes fixed on Spencer’s every move.
“OK, you do the same.” He nodded. “Yeah, should be a good time. Thanks for inviting us…got it. Later.”
When he’d hung up, Rory’s eyebrows were pinched into a deep furrow. “You didn’t ask him what I should bring to wear.”
“We’re going to the beach. Wear a bathing suit.”
Rory rolled her eyes. “You are so clueless sometimes.” She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers. “Give me the phone. I’ll ask him.”
He shrugged and handed her the phone, plopping down on the sofa next to her. She leaned on his substantial chest and dialed *69 to call back the last number. Spencer played with her hair as she listened for the ring, winding one of her wavy locks round and round his finger with an amused look on his face. By the time Jack answered, Spencer’s fingers had wandered to her nipple.
She put her hand over the receiver. “Stop, Spencer. I’m on the phone.”
“Rory?” Jack said. The way he said her name snapped her attention right back to him.
“Hi, Jack. I wanted to thank you for the invitation.” For the moment, Spencer stilled with her nipple captured softly between his thumb and index finger.
“You’re so welcome. I’m really looking forward to it.”
“Me too.” Suddenly Spencer squeezed her nipple and she squealed with the bright flare of tingles that flashed through her breast. “Stop it, you brute!” Rory said between gritted teeth, glaring at Spencer. As hard as she tried, it was hard to keep the giggle out of her voice.
“What’s he doing to you, Ror? Sounds like you need some help,” Jack said, with a tinge of curiosity in his voice.
“Spencer is being a bad boy,” Rory responded, frozen to the sight of Spencer’s beckoning mouth as it hovered over her newly exposed breast. She sighed, having momentarily forgotten all about why she’d placed the call.
“Tell me what he’s doing.” Jack’s voice had turned gritty and blunt.
Rory’s pussy quivered with the outright strength of his command. For a second she felt compelled to answer him, truthfully, without shame or embarrassment, as Spencer ran his tongue in a teasing circle around her areola. She bit her lip to keep the words inside her mouth.
“Rory, are you there?”
The spell was broken. “I wanted to know what I should bring to wear.” It was a funny question, since Spencer was in the midst of doing what he could to undress her.
Jack let out a raspy chuckle. “You’ll be the prettiest thing on the shore no matter what. Wear what you want.”
Her cheeks flushed hot. Maybe it was his compliment, or maybe it was the way Spencer nibbled his way down her belly. She eased back against the cushions and flicked her fingers into his hair, half-swat, half-caress. “You’re not giving me any help. This
Rory had visions of watching gorgeous sailboats from a sun-drenched beach with a glass of chardonnay and the breeze tangling her hair. Hell yes, she wanted to go to the Hamptons for the weekend. She nodded excitedly. If she was honest with herself, there was another reason for the prickles of anticipation at the back of her neck.
“Yeah, Jack. We’re in.” Spencer was saying into the receiver. “Just text me the details.” Another laugh and Spencer sighed. “I’m getting there. Should have this cast off in another few weeks.”
Rory focused on the weightless tone in his voice, the lilting sound of genuine delight. It was becoming apparent that Jack Rothman energized Spencer in a way she’d never witnessed with anyone else. As her heart beat a little faster, she couldn’t deny that Jack had the same effect on her. It was a curious phenomenon, one that sharpened her senses and kept her eyes fixed on Spencer’s every move.
“OK, you do the same.” He nodded. “Yeah, should be a good time. Thanks for inviting us…got it. Later.”
When he’d hung up, Rory’s eyebrows were pinched into a deep furrow. “You didn’t ask him what I should bring to wear.”
“We’re going to the beach. Wear a bathing suit.”
Rory rolled her eyes. “You are so clueless sometimes.” She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers. “Give me the phone. I’ll ask him.”
He shrugged and handed her the phone, plopping down on the sofa next to her. She leaned on his substantial chest and dialed *69 to call back the last number. Spencer played with her hair as she listened for the ring, winding one of her wavy locks round and round his finger with an amused look on his face. By the time Jack answered, Spencer’s fingers had wandered to her nipple.
She put her hand over the receiver. “Stop, Spencer. I’m on the phone.”
“Rory?” Jack said. The way he said her name snapped her attention right back to him.
“Hi, Jack. I wanted to thank you for the invitation.” For the moment, Spencer stilled with her nipple captured softly between his thumb and index finger.
“You’re so welcome. I’m really looking forward to it.”
“Me too.” Suddenly Spencer squeezed her nipple and she squealed with the bright flare of tingles that flashed through her breast. “Stop it, you brute!” Rory said between gritted teeth, glaring at Spencer. As hard as she tried, it was hard to keep the giggle out of her voice.
“What’s he doing to you, Ror? Sounds like you need some help,” Jack said, with a tinge of curiosity in his voice.
“Spencer is being a bad boy,” Rory responded, frozen to the sight of Spencer’s beckoning mouth as it hovered over her newly exposed breast. She sighed, having momentarily forgotten all about why she’d placed the call.
“Tell me what he’s doing.” Jack’s voice had turned gritty and blunt.
Rory’s pussy quivered with the outright strength of his command. For a second she felt compelled to answer him, truthfully, without shame or embarrassment, as Spencer ran his tongue in a teasing circle around her areola. She bit her lip to keep the words inside her mouth.
“Rory, are you there?”
The spell was broken. “I wanted to know what I should bring to wear.” It was a funny question, since Spencer was in the midst of doing what he could to undress her.
Jack let out a raspy chuckle. “You’ll be the prettiest thing on the shore no matter what. Wear what you want.”
Her cheeks flushed hot. Maybe it was his compliment, or maybe it was the way Spencer nibbled his way down her belly. She eased back against the cushions and flicked her fingers into his hair, half-swat, half-caress. “You’re not giving me any help. This
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