A muffled moan escaped against my palm, and my heart lurched with panic.
"What was that? Where's Chloe? I thought she was home."
My face burned. Through the narrow gap in the closet door, I saw Lucas's hand close around the handle.
I braced one hand against the wall and clamped the other over my mouth, terrified of making another sound.
My husband was only a few feet away while I hid in the closet with his father inside me.
The danger of being discovered made my body respond even more intensely.
Brandon thrust deeper, and the jolt of pleasure made every nerve in my body flare.
The heat and pressure stretched me almost painfully. I pressed my palm harder against the wooden wall to keep from sliding down, struggling to breathe quietly.
Then Lucas's phone rang. He let go of the handle
