*Roanne’s POV*

"Roanne?" Michael's voice filtered through the wood, laced with concern. The knock turned into a steady rhythm, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart.

Aaron withdrew his hand, tracing the wetness up my quivering thighs, all the way to his mouth. He sucked on his fingers, his eyes locked on mine, making an exaggerated hushing sound that sent another wave of unwanted arousal coursing through me.

He then slid a wet finger into his mouth, ...