Penelope’s POV:

“I’m not kinky, you’re just stupid.” I snap, glaring at him as angrily as I could get. Still, I adjust my body so he can take my blouse and bra off. “What if she had found out?! We’re in her house. We can’t be—”

“And?” His reply is a nonchalant huff. He leans back, taking his shirt off. His pants follow, then his briefs, till he’s naked before me.

The sight of his body makes me inhale sharply, my anger starting to chip away at the edges.

As if he can read the thoughts buzzing through my mind, he grins.

“Come on, princess. Admit it. You liked it,”...