HARPER.

The engine outside cut off. Gravel crunched under tires, then boots. I stayed pressed to Damien's chest, his cum still warm and sticky between my thighs. My heart hammered so hard I wondered if he could feel it against his skin.

"Stay here," he said low, already sliding out of bed. He pulled on his sweatpants, the fabric tenting over his half-hard cock. "Lock the door behind me. Don't come down no matter what you hear."

"Damien." I grabbed his wrist. My fingers wouldn't stop shaking. "What if they force their way in? What if they—"

He leaned down, kissing me quick and rough. "They won't. I paid enough...