Page 5 of Stepbrothers

“Yeah, you do that.”

Clarice burst out laughing. “You’re bad!”

“I like to think so.” He pulled out, released her ass, then walked to the bathroom.

She flopped onto the bed, still breathing fast. She was damp between her legs and her nipples hard. She tugged the right one to a stretched point.

He put the light on in the bathroom, and she watched his reflection as he took a piss then washed his hands. His flesh was sun-kissed, and he had a shiny old scar at the base of his left shoulder blade, just below four long fresh scratch marks.

A few seconds later there was a demanding flurry of knocks at the door.

Sean went to it, naked, pulled it open, unabashed and uncaring of his nakedness.

Clarice propped onto her elbows and listened with intense curiosity.

“We’ve had reports of a disturbance, sir.”

“Nah, not a disturbance, just banging my old lady. We got a rare night away from the kids, you know how it is.” Sean huffed. “Chance to release the tension, stop muffling her screams of pleasure beneath the duvet.”

A pause, then, “I’m pleased you’re enjoying your stay at Regency, but please remember we have other guests.”

“Ah, don’t worry, the wife’s knackered, multiple orgasms will do that to a woman. I’m gonna let her rest for a few hours now.”

A throat cleared. “Okay. Thank you, sir. Good night.”

The door closed.

When Sean came back into the room, he dropped onto the bed and squeezed her close. He set a tender kiss on her brow, and the gesture was at odds with the way he’d made her ass sting.

“You got rid of hotel security fast.”

“What else could the guy say?” Sean chuckled. “I told him you were thoroughly satisfied, my job was done.”

“Cocky but true.”

“Seriously, though, you gotta be careful,” he said. “Hooking up like this. Not every guy has wholesome intentions.”

“You think what we just did was wholesome?” She looked up at his profile. Shadows danced on his face. “You just poked your thumb where the sun doesn’t shine, and my ass cheeks hurt like hell.”

“You deserved a spank.”

“Why?”

“For risk-taking. Next weekend, you need to think again before you hook up with a random bloke. You might get worse than a few slaps.”

“Maybe I liked you giving me a spanking.”

He huffed. “That wasn’t a spanking, not by a long shot. A spanking, from me—if you’d really pissed me off, made me worry about you—would mean you wouldn’t sit down for a week. Your ass would feel like a hundred bees had stung it. Real flames had licked over it.”

Clarice was quiet. His words seemed to fill the room like another presence pressing in, and then the silence stretched, as if testing something delicate between them.

“If you were mine,” he went on almost inaudibly yet somehow menacingly, “and a spanking was in order, you’d be over my knee, bare butt in the air, and I wouldn’t stop until you were humiliated, disgraced, crying for mercy. Until you’d thoroughly learned your lesson and I knew you’d never disobey me again.” He paused. “That is, if you were mine.”

Chapter Two

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Clarice turned to the digital clock beside the hotel bed. How the heck had she managed to sleep until lunchtime? And today’s lunchtime of all days.

Her mother would be furious—and she was generally low-grade disappointed with Clarice anyway.

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