I shoved at his chest—heart slamming against my ribs.
“Under the bed—now!”
He pulled out fast—wet, obscene sound that made me clench around nothing—and I scrambled off the mattress, dropping to the floor like my life depended on it.
The space under the bed frame was tight—dusty, dark—but I slid in anyway, curling onto my side, pulling the hanging sheet down to hide me just as Nathan yanked his sweatpants up and tossed my discarded panties under the covers.
The bedroom door swung open.
Mom stepped in—heels snapping, purse still slung over her shoulder, smiling like nothing in the world was wrong.
“Nathan! There you are. I was calling—didn’t you hear me?”
He turned—casual as hell—running a hand through his hair like he’d just woken up. Shirtless.
Sweat glistening on his chest. c**k
