LILA.

I stayed exactly as he’d left me—cheek pressed to the couch cushion, knees spread, ass still raised. Cool air kissed the wetness between my thighs. I could feel his cum slowly sliding out of me, thick and warm, trailing down toward my knees.

Callum didn’t touch me right away. He just stood there behind me, breathing hard, looking. The silence stretched, heavy and charged. I heard the soft rustle of him shifting, then the quiet click of the baby monitor as he checked it one more time. Still green. Still quiet.

His hand finally settled on the small of my back, warm and steady. Fingers trailed lower, tracing the...