Louisa's POV
I whimpered, every nerve in my body screaming for him to thrust the rest of the way in, to ruin me right there on the counter while my husband’s car door slammed outside. But terror won by a razor-thin margin.
“Stop,” I gasped, the word cracking in my throat. “Alec, stop. He can’t—please.”
Alec let out a low, frustrated growl that vibrated against my back, but he pulled back immediately. The thick head of his c**k slipped free, leaving me painfully empty and dripping down my thighs. He stepped away just as the garage door began its mechanical rumble.
“f**k,” he muttered, already yanking his jeans up and fastening them with quick, efficient movements. His erection strained obscenely against the denim, a dark wet spot forming where my juices had coated him. He looked feral,
