Joe’s voice rang out from the foyer, casual and tired, as if he hadn’t just walked in on the most dangerous moment of my life.
Pure panic flooded my veins. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might burst. Killian’s fingers were still buried deep inside my dripping p***y, my juices coating his hand, my c**t throbbing desperately under his thumb.
He reacted instantly—calm, controlled, and wickedly composed. He slowly withdrew his fingers from my clenching heat, leaving me empty and aching on the very brink of orgasm. A soft, frustrated whimper escaped me before I could stop it. He quickly smoothed my dress back down over my hips with both hands, wiping his glistening fingers discreetly on the inside of the fabric where no one would see.
By the time Joe stepped into the k
