“Nothing,” I say quickly.

“Hmm. You look like you went somewhere else for a second,” Michael says, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“No. No. I just… oh God.” I fake a moan, arching into him. “Don’t stop, please…”

He shifts his weight, pinning my chest beneath his, and drives into me with everything he has.

Desperate to keep the house quiet, I shove my index finger into my mouth, biting down hard on my knuckles to stifle the noise.

It’s useless.

The room fills with the wet slap of his skin against mine.

Even the bed betrays us. The frame creaks and rattles while the mattress bumps against the wall with...