Still Fucking Yours
He thrust in to the hilt in one hard stroke that forced a sharp, helpless cry out of her throat.
Cass’s hand clamped over her mouth immediately.
“Quiet,” he growled against her ear, already fucking her in deep, steady strokes. “There’s someone in the hallway.”
Maya’s eyes flew open.
Footsteps. Soft. Moving past the laundry room door. A resident’s voice, muffled, talking on the phone. Completely unaware that on the other side of the thin wall Cassian Hale had her bent over a folding table with her trousers around her thighs and his cock buried so deep she could feel him in her stomach.