ANDY

The knock at the back door hit like a warning shot. Tiffany's hand froze on my cock, fingers still slick from our mess, but she didn't pull away. Her eyes met mine in the dim bedroom light, wide and shining with that mix of fear and heat I was starting to crave.

"Shit," she breathed. Her thumb rubbed slow circles over the head of my dick anyway, spreading the fresh bead of precum. "He's at the back now."

I grabbed her wrist, not to stop her but to hold her there. My heart slammed against my ribs. Damien's voice came muffled through the glass, low and pissed. "I know...