I moaned into his shoulder, riding his fingers desperately. He added a third, scissoring them wide, opening me up as his thumb ground against my clit. Pleasure-pain shot through me. My juices ran down his wrist, soaking his jeans. The forbidden thrill had me gushing—heart pounding, nipples diamond-hard against my tank top.

The sliding door rattled. Mom was coming back.

Marcus yanked his fingers out and shoved me off his lap just in time. I dropped onto the couch beside him, skirt barely covering my ass, thighs trembling, pussy throbbing with emptiness. Mom stepped out smiling, completely unaware.

“More wine, you two?”

We made it through another twenty agonizing minutes...