Who on earth decided to ruin my fun? I murmur inwardly.
Macy stiffens in my arms, her heart beating so loudly that I glance down to see her face red with blush.
Another knock comes at the door, and I swear I’m about to lose it.
“I’m sorry I have to cut our little fun short, but I promise we’ll continue this later,” I say to my mate, whose head is bent low.
I lift her chin so she meets my gaze, but she bites her lip, avoiding my eyes and shifting them nervously.
“Macy, did you hear me?”
She nods, still avoiding eye contact. “Um, my hands… are still, um, on your…” She trails off, motioning to where her hands still rest against my very hard c**k through my pants.
I smirk and press her hands against me, giving a slight squeeze.
A groan escapes my lips at the sensation. Macy’s eyes
