Intervention

I had to scurry out his window and climb down the side of the house before pretending to come home and thunk my way up the stairs.

It wasn’t pretty.

But I walked midway down the hall, passed Eric’s door. Trying hard to ignore when he poked his head out to scan the empty corridor before grabbing a handful of ass, and giving it a playful squeeze.

I gasped. “Dick.”

“No.” He grinned in a hushed voice. “You’ve had enough for one night.”

“Sure, about that?” I gave a challenging toss of my head and sauntered the rest of the way to my room.

“The hell if you think you’re getting away with that!” He rushed into the hall after me.

I ran to my room and swung the door, trying to get it closed but he stopped it with his palm. Giving me a wicked grin as he tilted his head to scan me from head to toe.

I met his look levelly.

“Mom!” I called.

He flinched and eased back a few steps from my door.

She rushed out of her room.