They should have stopped.
Should have been smart enough to keep their hands off each other, especially after everything they'd already risked.
But two days later, the house was almost empty again. His father was in his office at the far end of the hall, door slightly ajar, talking on a call. Close enough to hear if anything went wrong. Too close.
Tessa found Ethan in the living room. Her eyes were wide, cheeks flushed before he'd even touched her. Like her body already remembered what his did to it.
She bit her lip. "I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't... but I need you. Right now."
He grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her close so she stumbled into his chest with a gasp. "You have no idea how badly I've missed having you like this."
Her hands were all over him instantly, sliding under his shirt, nails lightly scratching his abs. "Show me. Make me forget he's even here."
He backed her up against the wall, fingers finding the hem of her little sundress. When he yanked it up over her hips, she moaned, thighs spreading automatically. No panties. She'd come downstairs like this for him.
"You're such a filthy little thing," he growled, cupping her pussy, feeling how slick and ready she was. "Wandering around your husband's house with nothing under this dress, hoping I'd find you."
Her breath broke on a gasp, hips pushing desperately into his palm. "Yes... I was hoping. I can't help it, Ethan. I think about you all the time."
He shoved two fingers inside her and she nearly screamed, clutching his shoulders. Her walls fluttered around him like she was already close.
"Shh, keep quiet or he'll come see why you're whining."
She bit her lip so hard he thought she might draw blood. But her hips wouldn't stop, riding his hand, wet sounds filling the space between them.
"Oh god... it's so wrong... so good..." she panted. "Please... more..."
He didn't wait. Freed himself from his pants and lifted her in one motion. Her legs wrapped around his waist instantly. He pressed her back to the wall and sank into her in one hard thrust.
She nearly sobbed, her hands flying to her mouth to muffle it. Tears pricked her lashes. "Ethan—! You're so deep... so deep already, oh my god..."
He fucked her slow at first, savoring every inch, watching her face twist in broken pleasure. Then he picked up the pace, hips slamming into hers. The picture frames on the wall rattled. Her head fell back with tiny strangled moans slipping out no matter how hard she tried to stay quiet.
"You feel that?" he hissed, mouth by her ear. "Feel how you're stretched so wide around me you can barely take it?"
"Yes... yes, I love it... love being full of you... oh god, don't stop—"
A sound from the hall — his father's chair scraping, a cough, footsteps.
Tessa's eyes flew wide in panic. Ethan clamped a hand over her mouth, kept thrusting, slow but deep. Her whole body shook.
Her muffled moan was almost a sob. She was falling apart on him, eyes rolling back, nails digging bloody crescents into his arms.
"You'll stay quiet for me, won't you?" he growled. "Even if he opens this door, you'll take it, keep milking my cock like a good girl, right?"
She nodded frantically under his hand, thighs trembling around him. Her walls clamped tight, fluttering so hard it almost forced him to come.
He buried himself deep and held it there, grinding hard enough her breath stuttered out in a broken whimper. Her body locked up — then she convulsed around him, coming so hard he nearly lost his grip on her.
When he finally let go, it was with a low groan right against her throat. He spilled inside her, hips jerking, his hand still over her mouth to catch her tiny, shaking cries.
They stayed like that, bodies tangled, breathing ragged, his release dripping between her thighs.
Outside, his father's footsteps faded again.
Ethan pulled back just enough to see her flushed, tear-wet face. Her eyes were dazed, lips parted around heavy breaths.
"I can't stop," she whispered. "Even if it destroys everything."
He kissed her hard, possessive. "I don't want you to."
And they both knew — if they kept this up, it was only a matter of time before they were caught. Maybe they even wanted it that way.