Chapter Eight

Mila

My heart skipped hard the second I saw Sean standing in the pouring rain, staring straight into the car, his face dark with anger and raw heat.

His eyes locked on us through the fogged window. Everything froze. Jason’s hands were still on my hips, his cock buried deep inside me, but the heat between us turned ice cold in an instant.

I quickly pulled my dress back up over my breasts and climbed off him, my legs shaky. My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear the rain anymore. I adjusted the skirt of my pink and white floral dress, smoothing it down my thighs...