His c**k was still buried in me when she knocked again.
“Daddy? I know you’re in there. Julie’s not in her room and she’s not answering. Did she go to the pool?”
Lucas’s hand tightened in my hair. His other hand slid from my hip to my mouth, covering it before I could wreck us both. He was still hard. Still pulsing inside me from how he had just come. Every tiny shift made me flutter around him and he felt it—I knew he felt it—because his breath went ragged against the back of my shoulder.
“Answer her,” he had whispered.
I couldn’t. Not with him stretching me open and Elara two inches of wood away.
He pulled out of me slow enough that I felt every inch leave, a filthy wet sound I prayed the music next door would swallow. I almost sobbed into his palm. He flipped me onto my back with o
