“Ava! Wait—I can explain!”

Calloway’s voice cracked, desperate, as he scrambled off the bed. I heard the slick sound of him pulling out of Taylor, followed by the rustle of sheets and frantic footsteps. My legs wouldn’t move. I stood frozen in the doorway, balloons still drifting lazily above me, my mouth open but no words coming.

Calloway stumbled toward me, naked, his skin flushed and glistening, his dick still half-hard. He reached for a towel on the chair but missed, hands ...