The house was silent except for the pounding of my heart as I crept down the hallway at 2 a.m. My silk nightie clung to my damp skin, nipples stiff against the fabric, my pussy already throbbing with forbidden heat. Tyler had just emerged from that room again...his mysterious forbidden sanctuary no one was allowed to enter.

He looked exactly like he always did afterward: shirtless, sweat glistening on his ripped abs and broad chest, hair messy, breathing heavy like he'd just fucked someone raw. His sweatpants did nothing to hide the massive bulge still half-hard between his legs.

Mom was away again. She never went in there. But I...