Iris's POV

The soft creak of the mattress settled into silence on the other side of the door.

Rafael’s hand stayed locked over my mouth, his cock was still buried inside me, hard and unmoving. Water poured against the tile and our skin. My heart pounding so hard I was certain Britney would hear it through the wall.

I turned my head just enough to speak against his palm, voice barely a breath. “I’m not walking out there yet.”

His eyes met mine in the steamy air. He slowly lowered his hand.

“You’re sure?” he mouthed more than spoke.

“If I leave now she’d want to check the bathroom and...