(3RD PERSON POV)
The silence that followed was deafening.
Ethan’s hand froze halfway down his shorts, c**k stiff and throbbing in his grip, but useless now, because Sophia’s eyes were on him. Not directly—no, that would have been merciful—but through the mirror angled across the master bedroom.
Her reflection was crystal clear.
Her flushed cheeks.
Her parted lips.
Her body splayed open, fingers still wet and glistening where they rested against her inner thigh.
And her gaze—sharp, steady, unmistakable—locked onto his.
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.
Ethan’s breath caught in his throat. His entire body screamed at him to run, to slam the door, to vanish before she had time to process what she’d just seen. But his legs wouldn’t obey. His feet were cemented to the floor, his
