CHLOE

“Choose. Her or me. Right now.”

Karen’s voice shook with rage, but her eyes kept dropping to the cum still sliding down my thigh, to Ryan’s half-hard cock still wet from me, to the wrecked dining table behind us. Matt stood frozen beside her, face scarlet with embarrassment and something darker he couldn’t hide. The air felt electric, thick with fury, humiliation, and the unmistakable heat of four people who had all been caught.

Ryan didn’t answer immediately. His hand stayed on my hip, possessive, thumb stroking like his body had already decided even if his mouth hadn’t.

Matt finally found words. “Chloe, for fuck’s sake, cover yourself.”

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