“He’ll do anything to help me. He already told me so.”
Spencer’s careful gaze settles on my face, his hand drifting up and down my ass. “How is it you end up with every man you know wrapped around your finger?”
I shrug. “It’s a gift.”
“I’ll say.” He spanks me, making me jolt.
Making me wet.
“You are very naughty,” I murmur against his lips before I kiss him.
“Wait until you see me at my filthiest.”
“I haven’t yet?” My brows shoot up.
He smirks. “Not even close.”
* * *
I arriveat Summer and Whit’s building in the car my brother sent over. He reassured me that our mother wouldn’t know I was coming over.
“She’s in Ibiza,” he told me on the phone a few days ago. “A little solo vacation. Though I hear she’s over there to have some work done.”
“Really? In Ibiza?” I’m shocked.
“Yes. She’s done this before. A lot of people do, including Summer’s mom. They claim they’re going on vacation, but really, they’re getting a tweak here and there. I hear our mother is going for a face lift.”
“Who told you this?”
“Dad.”
She would tell him everything. Still desperate to get him back in her clutches, though he never falls for it.
I don’t fall for it anymore either.
The driver escorts me inside the building, handing me off to the security guard, who leads me to the penthouse elevator. Lots of protection, thanks to my brother, which is reassuring.
Between him and Spencer, I feel safe.
Loved.
The moment the elevator opens, Summer is standing there in front of me, gloriously pregnant and with my nephew, August, on her hip. She’s wearing a pale blue, flowing dress, and I swear she’s glowing with vitality.
“Down! Put me down!” Augie shouts the moment he sees me, squirming in his mother’s arms. “Auntie!”
“Aw.” I kneel down as soon as Summer sets him on his feet, and he runs toward me, tackling me so hard I almost teeter backward and land on my butt. “Augie. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Auntie.” His sweet little baby voice is so cute. We’ve been talking on FaceTime lately, and Summer is always reminding him that I’m his auntie. His father’s little sister, just like he’s going to be the big brother to a little sister soon too.
He probably doesn’t get it now, but he will eventually. There’s going to be someone in his life he’ll need to watch over for the rest of his life.
“Come on, August. Let’s go in the kitchen and get a snack,” Summer suggests.
Augie places his sweaty hands on my face, smiling at me in absolute glee. “You want a snack?”
“Please,” I tell him, grinning when he leans in and presses a sticky kiss to my cheek. I rise to my feet and take his hand. “Let’s go.”
Summer leads us into the kitchen and prepares her son a snack along with something to drink.