A moan tore from her throat, loud and obscene.
It punched the breath right out of my lungs.
Then he pulled out.
“Get on your knees,” he said, voice low and cruel.
I could feel her acting reluctant, they both exchanged some words I couldn’t make out.
He gripped her pink hair. She undid his belt like it was second nature. Her other hand cupped him through his pants.
“Damn, your d**k is huge,” she whispered but I could hear her.
That’s when the tears spilled. Hot. Silent.
I didn’t mean to make a sound — but the sob escaped anyway.
And that’s when he saw me.
His eyes snapped to the doorway, locking onto mine. The heat drained from his face like someone had doused him with ice water.
His hand slipped from Jessica’s hair. His body jerked back, pulling out of her like the sight of me
