Sheila’s POV
“Until you can’t walk out of here without my c*m dripping down your legs.”
The words hit my ear, low and rough. My whole body shook. My back was against the wall, legs weak, breath caught between a gasp and a moan.
Brendan didn’t move right away. He stayed close, his chest brushing mine with every breath, his mouth dragging over my ear like he had every right to be there. His heat pressed against me, heavy, steady, impossible to ignore. My pulse jumped so hard it made my chest ache.
The room around us blurred out. The hum of voices from the hall turned distant, as if it were all happening behind a wall of glass. It felt like the world had gone quiet to watch me lose control.
I tried to speak, but my throat wouldn’t work. My lips parted, but no sound came out. My hands wer
