We froze.

My mother’s voice came again, clearer this time, followed by another knock on the front door. Ronan’s cock was still in my mouth, still hard. His hand was still in my hair. For one second neither of us moved.

Then he pulled away fast.

“Get dressed,” he whispered, already reaching for his

sweatpants. “Now.”

I scrambled off the bed, heart slamming so hard it hurt. My thin shirt was somewhere on the floor. I found it, yanked it over my head, and pulled on the first pair of shorts I could grab.

Ronan was already at the door, checking that nothing looked too obvious. He glanced back at...