f**k, f**k, fuckety, f**k, f**k.
Daniel froze, his thick c**k buried inside me, his eyes locking onto mine in the mirror.
No.
I didn’t want him to stop. He couldn’t stop.
For the first time in forever, I was actually enjoying myself.
I was finally having fun, finally feeling something other than frustration, and now Lydia was outside the door, threatening to ruin all of it.
“Yeah?” I called out, forcing my voice to sound normal, steady—breathy, but hopefully not too breathy.
“Are you alright?” Lydia asked, and I heard the grin in her voice.
Shit.
Did she see us leave together? Did she know I was in here, bent over the counter, getting absolutely wrecked by Daniel Garrett? She couldn’t have. She must’ve just gone looking for me, and then—unfortunately—heard something. Because Danie
