I was right there, teetering on the edge, his cock pounding deep and relentless when a sharp knock rattled the door.

“Occupied!” Carter barked, not stopping. His hips snapped forward harder, driving me against the counter. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my cry, but my body clenched around him anyway.

The knock came again. Louder. Then the handle jiggled.

“Dad? You in there?” Mark’s voice. Slurred a little from the drinks. “I saw June head this way. Everything okay?”

My blood ran cold. Panic hit me like ice water, but Carter didn’t pull out. If anything, he thrust deeper, grinding against that spot inside me that made...