It was breathy, low, like she’d walked in on something she wanted to watch longer. She stepped inside, closing the door with a click, dropping her purse on the floor without looking. 

  Her eyes raked over us slowly, from Benjamin’s hard cock shiny with my spit to my own standing up from the bed, then back to our flushed faces. 

  Shit, caught. But she’s not yelling. She’s staring at our dicks, chest rising fast. Is she turned on? My heart’s pounding harder now, cock twitching under her gaze.

  Benjamin scrambled up to sit, wiping his mouth, face beet red, cock still rigid and leaking. 

  “Scar, baby, it’s not what it...