Rae's POV My entire body went rigid. Killian’s cock was still buried deep inside me, hot and throbbing, his hand clamped firmly over my mouth. My back was pressed against the slick tiles, legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders. We were both frozen—mid-thrust, hearts slamming against our ribs like they were trying to escape.Killian’s eyes locked on mine—wide, panicked, but steady. He didn’t move an inch. His palm stayed pressed over my lips, fingers tight but not bruising, muffling any sound I might make.I swallowed hard, throat dry, and forced my voice to come out normal—shaky, but normal.“I’m fine, Mom!” I called back, voice cracking just a little. “Just… dropped the shampoo bottle. Slippery hands!”There was a pause. A long one.Killian’s thumb stroked once—soft, reassuring—across my cheek, even as his other hand gripped my hip like he was anchoring himself to reality.Mom’s voice came again, closer now, right outside the door. “You sure? It sounded li
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