SIENNA

“Sienna? I know you’re up there.”

Mom’s voice carried through the thin floorboards like a blade. Roman was still buried inside me, half-hard, one hand locked on my hip. Neither of us moved.

I whispered, “Shit.”

He pulled out slowly, the wet sound filthy in the sudden silence. My body clenched around the empty space he left. He handed me my dress without a word, then stepped into his jeans, calm as if my mother wasn’t ten feet below us.

“Stay quiet,” he said under his breath. “I’ll handle it.”

I yanked the sundress over my head, no bra, no panties. My thighs were slick with him. The smell...