“Yes Savannah?” he whispers, leaning his torso against my back.

Before I can respond, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. “Oh my God!” I gasp, the sensation overwhelming. He pushes all my limits at once, and I can’t think, can’t breathe.

“Hold the counter,” he commands, his hands gripping my hips as he starts to move. Each thrust sends me spiraling, and all I can do is nod as I cling to the cool surface beneath me.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, thrusting deeper. “So tight. You like this, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I whimper, my head spinning with pleasure. “I do.”

“Come on, Savannah. Let go for me.” His voice is rough, his hands finding my clit, rubbing me just right.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, the wave of pleasure crashing over me as I’m about to explode. “I can’t…I’m…”

“Just a little more, baby.” His thrusts are relentless, and I’m on the edge, ready to fall. “Come for me.”

With a final flick of his fingers, I’m gone, screaming his name as pleasure washes over me. My body contracts around him, and I hear him groan as he finds his release, too, his thrusts becoming staggered and desperate.

We collapse against the counter, both of us panting, my mind a jumbled mess of confusion and euphoria.

“What the hell just happened?” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t know,” he chuckles, pulling back to look at me. “But it was amazing.”

I scramble to get up, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. “I need to go,” I say, panic rising in my chest. I rush to grab my clothes, my fingers fumbling as I throw on my sweater.

“Wait, Savannah.” Jamie’s voice is thick, laced with concern. He reaches for me, but I step back.

“I can’t…I can’t do this.” My heart races as I pull my leggings up, my thoughts racing.

“Why not?” he asks, frustration creeping into his voice. “We just had an incredible moment.”

“I know,” I say, my voice shaking. “But I can’t stay. I need to go.”

“Just talk to me. Don’t leave like this,” he pleads, stepping closer.

I shake my head, backing away toward the door. “I need time to think.”

“Savannah!” His tone softens, but I can’t look at him. I can’t bear to see the look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” I turn and rush out of the kitchen, the weight of what just happened crashing down on me.

I just fucked my boss’ friend and teammate.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Chapter Sixteen

Troy

The baby’s wailing slices through the stillness of the morning, pulling me from a restless sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up, trying to shake off the fog. “What the hell, Noah?” I grumble, swinging my legs off the bed.

I stumble into the nursery, where the little guy is kicking and squirming in his crib. “Hey there, buddy,” I murmur, reaching down to scoop him into my arms. He’s squishy and warm against my chest, but his cries pierce right through me.

“Okay, okay. Let’s see what’s going on.” I lift him to check his diaper, and sure enough, the kid’s soaked. “Great. Just what I wanted at six in the morning.”

I set Noah down on the changing table, unfastening his onesie. “All right, let’s get you sorted.” I’m about to grab a freshdiaper when Noah lets loose, soaking me with a fountain of baby pee.

“What the?” I jump back, laughing uncontrollably. “You little monster!” I wipe my face with my arm, half-amused and half-disgusted.