Harper lay in her bed, chest still heaving from the powerful o****m, her fingers glistening with her own juices. The guilt was immediate and crushing, but the ache between her legs refused to fade. She whispered Tyler’s name one last time, her voice barely audible in the dark room.
The door to her bedroom creaked open.
Harper sat up quickly, pulling the sheet over her n***d body.
“Tyler?!” she hissed, panic rising in her chest. “What are you doing in here? Get out! Mom and Dad are right down the hall!”
Tyler stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click. He locked it. He was shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the massive bulge straining against the fabric. His eyes were dark, hungry, and dangerous.
“I heard you,” he said, voice low and r
