We were still going at it hard when the footsteps started.
Soft at first. Just a light creak on the stairs. Then clearer. Coming down.
Mr. Hale’s eyes snapped open. He pulled out of me so fast I felt the sudden empty ache. He grabbed my waist with both hands and hauled me off the counter like I was nothing. My bare feet hit the cold floor. Come leaked down the inside of my thigh in a warm line.
He dragged me into the narrow corridor behind the kitchen, the one that led past the old pantry where no one ever walked at night.
He pushed me face-first against the wall. Then he shoved back inside me in one long, hard thrust.
I almost screamed. He was still so thick. So deep. The stretch burned all over again and then turned into that heavy pressure that made my knees weak. My hands flatten
