Page 112 of The Naughty List

She smiles as she turns around to give me view of her ass.

“Now bend over,” I direct and she does.

“Oh, good Lord,” my mother says, walking in and seeing what’s going on.

“Mom, for God’s sake, knock!” I turn around and yell at her.

She picks up the pillowcase that she dropped on the floor by the bed. “It’s like I’m raising a teenager again,” she grumbles, making her way back out of my room.

Felicity, hearing everything that’s going on, giggles in my ear.

I hold up my finger and motion for her to come over.

“Where we going to do it with your bed stripped and your mom walking in?”

I look at my closet and back.

She tilts her head. “You want to have sex in the closet?” she asks.

I smirk and nod my head.

She rolls her eyes and lets out a long breath, but then says, “I’ll be right over.”

I hang up the phone and slide up the window. She pushes hers up and then climbs out. I help her into mine, then pull her to the closet. My mouth is on hers before I even have the door shut.

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Every time she tries to leave, I pull her back in, but end up having to release her when she tells me she has a day planned to do some Christmas shopping with her mom. I let her go, giving her an extra long kiss before helping her back out the window. I stand there and make sure she gets back in hers. She does and she closes the window and locks it behind her. She offers up a smile before turning away and leaving the room.

With her occupied for the day, I’m at a loss for how to spend mine. All I know is that I don’t want to spend it here, with my mother and stepfather. I decide to just head out and see where I end up. As I’m gathering my phone, keys, and wallet, someone knocks on the door and I almost get excited, thinking that maybe Felicity canceled on her mom. I walk out of my room in time to see my mom open the door. Gillian is on the other side. Her long dark hair is in her signature curls and she’s wearing a big bright smile as she hugs my mom.

Mom turns around to call for me but stops when she sees me already here. “Oh, Carson. Look who’s here.”

“I see,” I reply. I look at Gillian. “What are you doing here?”

She puts her smile in place. “I came to see you, silly. Can we talk?”

“Sure,” I agree, leading her back to my room.

“Wow, back in your childhood bedroom. How’s that feel?” she asks, walking around the room and looking at everything.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” I say, plopping down in the desk chair.

She nods. “Noted. So, how have you been?” she asks, sitting across from me on the stripped bed, the bed I just fucked my best friend on. Looking at that bed, I don’t see Gillian sitting on it. I see all the naughty things that I did to Felicity, all the naughty things she liked, all the naughty things that I can’t wait to do again.

“Fine. You?” I ask, shaking my head to clear it.

She nods and keeps that fake smile in place. “I’m good. Fine. Are you enjoying being back home for Christmas?”

“What’s this about, Gillian?” I’m tired of the small talk already.

She takes a deep breath. “I should’ve known that you wouldn’t be much for small talk. You never were.”

“That’s right. So spit it out.”

She nods. “Okay, here goes.” She takes a deep breath. “I miss you.”

I freeze when I hear those words. She misses me? She’s the one who broke up with me.

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