Nancy's POV

Searing, sickening shame hit me first, turning my face and chest violently red. Then came the sheer terror, making my stomach drop through the floorboards. Hot tears welled up and spilled over instantly, tracking down my cheeks to wet the strong fingers gripping my jaw.

He had felt everything. Every illicit, agonizingly slow grind. Every drop of my soaking wetness. Every desperate, filthy roll of my hips.

My body began to violently tremble against his solid chest, overwhelmed by the desperate urge to sink into the earth and disappear. I tried to wrench my head back, tried to stammer out some kind of excuse. My voice came out...