MAYA
My heart stopped.
Mom was standing in the doorway, eyes wide with surprise as she looked at us. I was pressed against Tristan, my skirt still slightly bunched up, my face flushed, lips parted, and breathing ragged. Tristan’s fingers were still deep inside my soaked p***y.
I gasped sharply, panic flooding my veins. Tristan, however, didn’t panic at all.
He slowly- so slowly- slipped his fingers out of my panties, making sure his body shielded the movement from Mom’s view.
Then, with complete shamelessness, he brought those glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean while looking straight at me, his tongue dragging over them in the most obscene way possible.
My face burned crimson that I could barely breathe. This man was … so dangerous and insanely hot. Tristan turne
