A peal of husky, feminine laughter followed the closing of the front door. Then a bang, a deep sigh, and an intimate murmur that made Meriwa feel like she was hearing something she shouldn’t.
The sweet, yet musky scent of mixed arousal wafted up the stairs to where Meriwa was crouched down behind the banister, frozen in startled fear. Her heart was racing staccato and she had to work to make sure that she didn’t breathe too loudly or deeply – in case either of the lovers heard her.
It made her chest burn as though she wasn’t getting enough oxygen. Which reminded her of the feeling of Jackson’s thick fingers sinking into her esophagus.
Just out of reach, no more than eight feet away, was the final door in the hallway. The only one that she hadn’t yet checked behind. The room that, by
