Page 69 of The Penalty

Doing accounting homework on a party night. Sure. But how do I get the book out without him seeing his sister literally in my bed?

“I think I left in my bag downstairs.”

Beau’s mouth stretches into a yawn. “Nah, I saw you grab it from the kitchen and bring it up before the party.”

Shit. “Oh, yeah. Forgot. I’ll grab it for you.” I don’t move a muscle, as he stands there eyebrows raised in question.

Understanding dawns on his face. “You got someone in there. Sorry, man. I’ll...” He swoops his finger in a U turn and slips back in his room.

I don’t move an inch until his door clicks shut, then I whip my own door open far enough to slide through it, shutting it behind me immediately.

Cece is sitting up, wide eyed. “Was that Beau?” she whispers.

“Yes,” I say through my teeth. “I’m grabbing one thing for him. Maybe hide in my bathroom until I’m back.”

She shakes her head. Fine. I knew it was an asshole thing to ask as soon as the request departed my lips. I dart over to my desk, grab the textbook and knock on Beau’s door. He answers with another yawn, so I shove the textbook at him and back away.

“Have a good night?” He wouldn’t be using that singsong tone if he knew who was in my room and why.

I click the lock as soon as the door shuts behind me. “You should have locked the door.”

“I knew you’d be here in a minute.”

“But what if some other rando had wandered in?”

“Then I would have chased them away.”

“Yes, but...”

“But nothing. Nothing happened. We’re all good. But if you still feel like you need to punish me.” She rolls over, exposing her ass to me. “Go ahead.”

I exhale a long breath through my teeth. “Fuck, Cece.”

“Yes, please.”

I’m dragging my shirt over my head as I walk over to her, eager to feel her skin against mine, but I’m still trying to get my breathing under control. She wiggles that ass at me again, so I grab two handfuls of it. Squeezing the soft flesh. She’s already squirming under my touch. This is so wrong, but it feels so good. I can’t quit her, and I don’t want to.

“This costume is hot, but it needs to come off.”

“I’m going to need your help with that. Zipper is in the back. My short arms don’t stretch that far.”

She gasps when I lean down, brushing her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck.

“What were you planning on doing if I wasn’t here with you?”

“I dunno. Cut it off.” She’s mumbling into the covers.

“That would be a shame. You look so hot in it. But then I’d rather keep the view to myself.”

My fingers fumble with the tiny zipper. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“This thing is too small.”

It slips out of my grasp again and she giggles.

“Your hands are too big.”

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