Joe’s voice rang out from the foyer, casual and tired, as if he hadn’t just walked in on the most dangerous moment of my life.

Pure panic flooded my veins. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might burst. Killian’s fingers were still buried deep inside my dripping pussy, my juices coating his hand, my clit throbbing desperately under his thumb.

He reacted instantly—calm, controlled, and wickedly composed. He slowly withdrew his fingers from my clenching heat, leaving me empty and aching on the very brink of orgasm. A soft, frustrated whimper escaped me before I could stop it. He quickly smoothed my dress back down...