The knock came a third time—harder.

Riley’s fingers stayed buried deep inside Maya, curled against that sensitive front wall. She didn’t pull out. She didn’t even ease the pressure. Her thumb kept up those slow, lazy circles on Maya’s swollen clit, just enough to keep her teetering on the edge.

Maya’s voice cracked when she finally managed to speak. “We’re—fine. No towels needed.”

A pause. Then the man’s voice again, closer to the door now. “You sure? Storm’s bad. Power’s been flickering. Just checking.”

Riley leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the side of Maya’s throat. At the same time she pushed a third finger in, stretching her...