Page 15 of Corrupt Idol

“Jesse! They’re back!”

His eyes gleamed with maniacal recklessness. “You want to tell them, Vi?”

“No!” She shoved at him, but he wouldn’t budge. “We have to stop!”

“Make me.”

She stared at him, absolutely horrified.

“You could have stopped me anytime. All you had to do was tell them what I was doing to you. Why didn’t you?”

“I… You—” She heard the garage door close and wailed, “Jesse!”

“I told you I don’t care who sees.”

She did! She squirmed in panic before she yanked his mouth to hers and kissed him. He stiffened, shocked for a moment before he moaned. She sucked on his tongue as she gripped his ass and pulled him closer. She milked him desperately. He punched the fridge as he came.

“Fuck!”

The moment he was finished, she shoved him. When he staggered back, she pulled up her pants and slipped past him. She started toward the garage, but turned when she didn’t hear him move. He had both hands braced on the fridge and his pants were around his ankles.

“Fuck, Jesse!”

She turned him around, pulled up his pants and zipped and buttoned them.

“You’re such a fucker,” she spat as she turned off the stove and ran to the garage just as the door opened.

“Morning!” Lynne chirped as she leaned heavily on her father.

“Morning,” she said hoarsely as she smoothed a hand over her hair and neck, which was damp from his saliva. “How are you feeling?”

Lynne gave her a thumbs up.

“Mom,” Jesse said and brushed against her as he leaned over to kiss Lynne’s cheek. “Hungry?”

“Bags in the car?” she asked Dad who nodded.

She slipped away from them and went into the garage. When the door swung shut, leaving her in the garage with the two cars, she slumped against the wall. She was shaking. How the hell did that backfire so badly?

“Jesse, you made pancakes? My favorite!” Lynne crowed.

She shook her head as she retrieved the bags from the trunk.

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Breakfast passedwithout a hitch until the washer beeped to announce her load was done.

“Someone’s washing clothes?” Lynne asked.

“I tossed in my sheets,” she said as casually as possible.

Lynne frowned. “You’re washing your sheets? I changed them right before you came.”

She willed herself to stay calm as she said, “I spilled soda in bed last night.” She refused to look at Jesse even though she sensed his amusement. Fucking asshole.

“Oh no! I hoped they didn’t stain. You always loved that comforter.”

She made a noncommittal noise. On second thought, she should have stained those damn sheets long ago so she could get new ones. Once she moved home, she would repaint the walls and change out everything so there were no reminders of Jesse and the past.

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