“Don’t panic,” Calvin says, maddeningly calm as he pulls up his pants like he didn’t just try to fuck the soul out of me. His dick is still hard, proud, completely unbothered by the literal emergency we’re in. He’s fully dressed, save for the hard-on he can’t quite tuck away, not that he seems to care.
You wouldn’t be able to tell he was just balls-deep in his fiancée’s little sister.
Unlike me, hair a mess, lips swollen, thighs shaking, and a very obvious just-got-ruined glow all over my damn face.
“Are you kidding me?” I whisper-shout. “If she finds me in here, we’re both dead! Where the hell are my shorts?”
I start spinning like a maniac, eyes darting across the room. There’s no time. She can’t see me like this. It’ll break her.I’llbreak her. Plus, this is not how I die.
“Relax,” Calvin murmurs, completely unfazed, bending down and picking up my shorts from the floor like we have all the damn time in the world. He hands them to me without a care.
I snatch them from him. “You need to take care of that.” I point at the very obvious problem straining his zipper. “You can’t just walk around with a damn hard-on.”
He smirks. “You should’ve thought of that before telling me you’ve ‘had better.’”
“Oh my God, this isn’t the time to be smug,” I hiss,yanking my shorts on and grabbing my camera from the floor, then my Kindle from the bed. I glance around the room. Thank God I didn’t leave anything else. I tried not to keep stuff in here for exactly this reason.
Calvin leans against the wall, arms crossed like we’re just chatting in a coffee shop.
“I hate you,” I say as I tiptoe to the door, cracking it open to check the hallway.
Clear.
I slip out like a damn ninja, heart in my throat, sprinting barefoot down the hall to my room. Once I’m inside, I slam the door and make a beeline for the ensuite bathroom.
The cold water is on before I even finish peeling my clothes off. I step under the spray, and the moment it hits my overheated skin, I suck in a sharp breath.
“Fuck.”
Just as I start to relax, the bathroom door swings open.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Abigail’s voice cuts through the steam, and before I can react, she opens the shower door.
“Abby!” I yelp, scrambling to cover myself. “Get out!”
She just laughs, unfazed. “Relax. I used to give you baths when you were little, remember? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She flashes a grin, completely unbothered by my panic. “I just wanted to say hi. I missed you!”
And with that, she spins on her heel and walks out.
“Hi, miss you too,” I call out weakly, my voice breaking.
The second the door clicks shut, I collapse against the cold tile wall, shaking, water pounding over me like it can wash any of this away.
Tears sting my eyes as the adrenaline fades and the weight of it all finally crashes down. What I’m doing with Calvin is downright dangerous.
It’s the kind of thing that could ruin everything.
I can’t keep doing this. I know I can’t. It’s wrong on every level, and worse, she’s sweet, innocent. She loves me.
And I was seconds away from letting her fiancé come inside me.
My chest tightens. I curl into myself as the guilt claws at me, hot and sharp and relentless. And beneath it all, another ache, raw and throbbing.
I didn’t even get to come.
Fucked, edged, spanked, teased to the point of insanity… and left hanging. Every nerve in my body is screaming. My thighs clench instinctively, trying to find friction, relief, but I’m too shaken to even try touching myself. Too sick with guilt to want it, even as the need lingers.
I press my forehead to the wall and let out a ragged breath.
