Page 43 of Delayed Penalty

“You good over there?” I ask after getting my side situated.

“Ugh. No. I think a screw came loose on the headboard.”

“Here. Let me.”

I round the bed, snatching up a screwdriver, and squeeze in beside her. I’m not overly handy with tools, but I can at least tighten a few things to get them to sit right. I crank the screw down, then tighten two others, giving her headboard a shake. It’s not going anywhere.

“There,” I say, rising to my feet.

But it’s a mistake because Quinn isright there, watching my every move, and I run right into her.

“Oh shit. Sorry, I’ll just?—”

“No, let me?—”

We move at the same time, both in a panic to escape the other. Our feet tangle together, and we gotumbling right onto the bed. Instinctively, I roll my hand under her head to help break her fall, which is exactly how I end up on top of her, completely trapped and peering down into wide hazel eyes.

I should move—I know I should—but I can’t seem to find the strength to do so. She’s soft beneath me, her body pressed tight against my own as I fit perfectly between her legs. Am I imagining it, or did she just rock her hips against me?

Her lips are parted just slightly, and her breaths are uneven. She darts her tongue out, running it along her plump, rosy lips, and I track the movement. Are her lips sweet? Or does the taste of her match the sass and salt in her words? Will her kisses be soft and tentative, or will they be hard and passionate?

“Hayes, I…”

I kiss her.

I fucking kiss Quinn Benson because I can and because I want to and because she brought a box of sex toys into my house and I can’tnotkiss her right now. She groans against me, her hands crashing into my hair as she pulls me closer, and I let my full weight fall against her. It’s a perfect fit, my hard cock right between her legs. I can feel the heat coming off her and I can’t get enough.

She hooks her leg around my waist, and I run my hand down her side, cupping her ample ass and pullingher tighter to me. She moans a little and I use it as my chance, pushing my tongue through her lips and into her mouth.

I’m a fucking goner.

She tastes sweet, like those damn butterscotch candies she loves so much, and like everything I thought she would. But as good as it feels…as good asshefeels…I know it’s wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.Ishouldn’t be doing this.

But I also can’t seem to stop.

Distantly, I hear a sound. Something familiar that I can’t place, but the worry of it fades when Quinn drags her nails over my scalp with a light caress, her hips driving up into mine, and I rut against her like a possessed man.

Stop, my head screams.

Not a fucking chance, my body says.

“Yo, Hayesy!”

I pause.Was that…?

“We’re back!” Hutch calls as I faintly hear the click of the front door, then the unmistakable sound of Flora’s footsteps.

Thathas me snapping into action. I scramble off Quinn, who looks just as mortified as I feel, and I hold my hands out like I’m trying to tame a wild animal when that wild animal is me.

“Shit. Fuck.Shit.I—I—Fuck.” I scrub my handover my face…over my lips…anything to brush away the evidence of what I’ve just done. “I’m sorry. I?—”

“It’s okay,” Quinn says, sitting up, her breaths heavy and her voice wobbling with panic. “We just got lost in the moment and…”

That’s all she says, also unable to find the words.

I nod, swallowing thickly. “That won’t happen again.”

I march out of the room before I do something ridiculous like kiss her again. Thatwon’thappen again. It can’t.

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