"What... what are you doing?" Her fingers blindly brushed the heavy denim of Paul's jeans, mere inches from where our bodies were seamlessly joined beneath the blanket.

Pure, paralyzing terror gripped my chest, suffocating me from within.

Paul froze instantly. He didn't even flinch. He just stayed buried to the hilt, his large hand snapping up to clamp hard over my mouth, swallowing the terrified gasp that ripped from my throat.

I couldn't draw a breath. My heart hammered so violently I thought it would crack my ribs. Beneath the heavy wool, still buried incredibly deep inside me, his cock pulsed—a thick, involuntary throb of heat that perfectly mirrored the...