The sound of Mom's footsteps stopped right outside the heavy wooden door. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought I might pass out. I was still on my knees, skirt bunched around my waist, thighs slick with my own juices, trembling from that ruined, humiliating orgasm.
Kane's expression didn't change. He set his whiskey glass down calmly and stood, adjusting his shirt before opening the door just enough to block her view of me.
"Everything's fine, darling," he said in that smooth, authoritative voice he used in court. "Piper came to me for some legal advice about her… situation with Jax. We're just talking it through."
Mom pushed the door open a little wider anyway. Her eyes landed on me — still kneeling on the carpet, flushed and disheveled. Her face twisted with disg
