Time stopped.
One second. Two. Three.
Each heartbeat stretched into eternity as Lila remained frozen... naked, straddling Alex.
Her orgasm died like a gutted flame, pleasure ripping away so violently it left only hollow, aching emptiness.
No. No no no no...
Mike stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes wide with shock.
And Lila felt...
Rage.
Pure, white-hot, incandescent rage.
Not at being caught. But at Mike's presence.
At the interruption.
You fucking idiot, she thought venomously, her mind still half-drunk on pleasure even as reality crashed back in. Why NOW? Why right FUCKING now?
She'd been so close. So perfectly, exquisitely close to drowning in this moment... to carving the feeling of Alex inside her into her memory so deeply it would never fade.
And this fool... this terrible-timing, oblivious FOOL... had destroyed it.
