I was up before sunrise, my heart beating already. The room was still dark. Jane laid on her side, facing away from me, breathing slowly and light. She looked innocent and peaceful.
I heard the guest room door creak, but it was barely audible. Then I heard soft footsteps on the hardwood.
My d**k throbbed under the sheet before Melissa even reached the doorway.
She entered our bedroom like a shadow, closing the door so quietly it might have well been nothing.
She was stark naked. Moonlight reflected over her breasts, her hips, the soft swell of her stomach. Her eyes locked on mine across the room, that wicked smile already in place.
I didn’t dare breathe too loud. I didn’t move an inch. She tiptoed and stopped at the edge of the bed; right next to where Mira slept.
Melissa lifted
