The door cracked open with a groan, and the silence outside snapped like a tension wire.

Xavier stepped into the hallway first.

His shoulders were squared. His face unreadable. But every muscle in his body vibrated with restrained anger.

Behind him, Skye followed. Her eyes glassy. Her lips swollen from his mouth. Her thighs trembling from his cock. Her torn slip clung to her body like it had given up, the lace soaked, her nipples stiff beneath it, the scent of sex trailing after her like perfume.

The few lingering guests in the hallway froze.

Mouths parted.

Eyes wide.

They could smell it.

Sex.

And Xavier didn’t look at a...