“Shit,” Katie whispered, but she did not pull her fingers away from Molly’s clit. “Stay quiet. Maybe he’ll go straight to his room.”

The front door opened. Keys hit the bowl on the entry table. Theo’s heavy steps crossed the hallway. Molly’s whole body stayed locked on the edge of orgasm, thighs trembling around Katie’s hips, pussy clenching around nothing while those clever fingers kept the lightest pressure right where she needed it most.

Theo’s footsteps stopped. A cabinet opened in the kitchen. The fridge door. The ordinary sounds of someone grabbing a drink after work. Molly’s heart slammed so hard she was sure he would hear it.

Katie leaned...