Daisy’s POV

That night, I couldn’t sleep.

My body still hummed from what Dan had done to me earlier — my pussy swollen, sensitive, and aching for more even after two showers. Every time I shifted in bed, the slickness between my thighs reminded me of his mouth. His tongue. The way he’d devoured me like a man starving for years.

At 1:17 a.m., I gave up fighting it.

I crept down the hallway in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, heart pounding so hard I was sure the whole house could hear it. Mom and Dad were asleep just down the hall. The risk made everything hotter.

Dan’s door was...