The knock at the front door nearly made her scream.
Delilah froze, legs trembling, Lennox’s c*m dripping down the inside of her thighs. She was still bent over the armrest, his handprint glowing red on her ass, when the door rattled again—louder this time.
“Lennox?” a woman’s voice called.
Delilah’s eyes went wide.
It was her godmother.
Shit.
He moved fast, pulling out, grabbing the blanket from the couch and throwing it around her. She could still feel him all over her, inside her, her entire body raw and used. Her mouth opened but no sound came out.
“Stay. Quiet,” he hissed.
He pulled his pants on, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and ran to the door.
Delilah ducked behind the couch, heart hammering against her ribs, the sticky mess between her legs making her pulse ha
