Page 113 of Delayed Penalty

“Yes, yes, yes. So close. I need…”

I know exactly what she needs. I slip my finger from her pussy and glide the soaked digit back to her ass, pressing against the tight ring we’ve only explored a few other times. I push against the muscle, and she tenses for only a second before relaxing, allowing me to glide in with ease as I suck her clit hard, this time not relenting.

It’s only a few moments before one hand is crashing through my hair and dragging me closer while the other is slapped over her mouth as she screams into her palm. I smile when I hear her muffled cry of my name. I pump my finger in her ass, dragging out her orgasm as long as I can before sliding it out and rising to my full height.

I take her tired body in my arms and carry her to the bed, placing her in the middle before stepping back to lose my sleep pants and shirt. She watches me with sleepy eyes, and I can’t help but stroke my cock as I take her in, body spent and breaths ragged. She’sgorgeous like this. Hell, she’s gorgeous all the time, even when she’s walking around in a messy ponytail and leggings that have seen better days with mismatched socks. I swear I could stare at her all day.

“Please don’t,” she says, and I realize I must have said that last part out loud. “I need you.”

Fuck if that doesn’t get me moving. I crawl up the bed, fitting myself between her legs and sliding over her slick heat.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast now, Quinny,” I promise, brushing my lips over hers.

She nods, barely listening as I press just the head of my cock into her.

“But I want you to know something first, okay?”

“Tell me.”

I grab her chin, staring down into her eyes, and she stills, her attention solely focused on me now, not what’s happening between her legs.

“You’re smart, Quinn Benson. You’re good enough. And you’re absolutely fucking capable of doing whatever you put your mind to. Fuck anyone else who says otherwise, understood?”

She doesn’t say anything. She just watches me, the hazel eyes I love so much glossy, and I’m not sure if it’s with lust or emotion or what.

Then she gulps audibly. “Understood, Adam.”

And I fulfill my promise.

“Coming!”

I run a towel over my hair as I speed-walk toward the front door with a grin. It must be Quinn. She left her phone in my bed, and I’m betting she realized it and forgot the door code again, even though I’ve texted it to her ten million times over the last few months.

“Forget something, honey?” I ask as I pull open the door.

Only it’s not Quinn.

“Bess.”

Her purple-painted lips pull into a smile. “Well, hey there,honey.”

Heat warms my cheeks. “Uh, sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

She lifts a brow at that, likely deducing exactly who I thought she was. I’m sure after the way I left things at her house, Bess has been able to deduce a lot of things. You don’t usually almost get into a fight over someone who is “just your nanny.”

“How are you? Come on in.”

I step aside and she squeezes by me, her hands full of several different-sized bowls, each a different shade ofpurple. I toss the towel onto the couch, making a mental note to pick it back up later before I leave for the game. I lead her into the kitchen, grabbing a few things off the stack of dishes and holding them as she makes her way over to the fridge and begins loading them in there.

“Thank you,” she says.

O…kay?

When she’s finished, she faces me, folding her hands together in front of her.

“I brought you dessert since you never got the chance to have any.”

“Oh. Well, thank you. Flora will be excited to hear that. She was raving about the slice of pumpkin pie she snuck away with and let nobody else touch.”

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