Page 17 of One Spicy Summer

“Well, for one, we don’t tell Rafe. And two… I already told you. Ball’s in your court, but no sex until you’re older.”

She lowers her voice to a whisper, glancing toward the stairs. “There are plenty of girls my age who’ve already lost their virginity.”

I give her a look. “You’re just trying to rile me up.”

She grins, brushing past me and shoulder-checking me as she heads downstairs. “Or maybe you’re just a big scaredy-cat.”

I stop mid-step, faking offense. “Scaredy-cat? Iresentthat. Just because I’m trying to protect your virtue, ”

“Tsk. Hurtful names,” she mocks, rolling her eyes.

Before I can think twice, I grab her hand and pull her down the hallway.

“Ry, what the hell are you doing?” she asks as I drag her into Rafe’s room.

“Something that should’ve been done the minute you turned fourteen and started trying to drive me crazy with that damn smirk of yours.”

“You hadnoidea, and that’s what bugs you the most.” She squeals as I toss her onto Rafe’s bed. She’s not wrong, Ididn’tknow. And thatdoesdrive me crazy.

Rafe glances back at us, one brow raised. “I see Ry’s doing his part. Everything okay, sis?”

“She’s fine. Just needs a little attitude adjustment.”

Rafe snorts. “You’re like her brother, too. Do what you gotta do to keep her in line.”

He’s joking, kind of, but the way Presley looks at me, curious and wide-eyed, tells me she’s wondering just how serious I’ll take that.

“Alright, little sis,” I say in a low, teasing voice. “Kneel.”

She stops squirming. Her eyes search mine like she’s trying to decode me, then, slowly, she brushes off my hand and sinks to her knees in front of me.

My chest tightens. I shouldn’t find this hot. But damn, I do.

Leaning down, I whisper, “While that was sexy as hell, I only said that to see if you'd listen.”

She shivers at my words.

“Up. Across my lap.” I command, chancing a look at Rafe to make sure he’s still focused on his game and not what we’re up to.

She shoots me a look like I’ve lost my mind, but I lift a brow in challenge, and she rises, cheeks pink. I grab Rafe’s desk chair and sit down, waiting. She huffs but finally lays herself across my lap.

Her body radiates heat. Her heartbeat races. I feel it, her nerves, her anticipation. Hell, mine’s matching hers beat for beat.

She squirms, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal bare skin.

“You wore a thong?”

She sighs. “You saw the skirt. I couldn’t wear granny panties with it.”

She’s right, but seeing it now? A whole different story.

“Well then,” I say, voice low, “can you take your punishment like a good girl?”

She glances over her shoulder with a smirk. “Depends.”

“On?”

“Whether I like it or not.”

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