My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to break free. Genevieve stood there in her slutty cheer uniform, skirt hiked up, green eyes gleaming with triumph. My cock was still rock-hard, straining painfully against the thin fabric of my shorts, betraying every word I was about to say.

“Genevieve, no,” I growled, my voice rougher than I intended. I stepped back, putting the edge of the bed between us, but there was nowhere to run in this massive room. “We’re family now. This is fucked up. Mom and Richard—Jesus Christ, they’d lose their minds. I’m not throwing everything away because you’re horny.”

She laughed, low and throaty, stepping...