A sharp knock at the front door froze us all.

My breath hitched. "No. No, no, no—" Lily was supposed to be asleep. Derek’s cock slid out of me with a wet sound, and Jace yanked his hand away like he’d been burned. The three of us scrambled, me grabbing my discarded robe, the boys snatching their boxers just as the knock came again, harder this time.

"Jennifer? You decent?" The voice was deep, unfamiliar, and laced with amusement. "Open up. I know you’re in there."

My stomach dropped. Oh God. That voice, smooth, commanding, with just a hint of a Southern drawl belonged to one person. Mark.

Mark fucking...