Maddie barely heard the creak of the front door over the panting, the wet slap of skin against skin, and the muffled cries she couldn’t keep in. Her body arched, the swell of her breasts gliding against the cool surface of the kitchen island as she braced herself with trembling hands.

Behind her, Carter gripped her hips with increasing desperation. The shy handyman had turned into something primal, his chest heaving with each deep thrust, his soft-spoken charm burned away by lust and adrenaline. Maddie’s head was tossed back, golden hair tumbling over her bare back, her lips parted in a breathless moan.

Then she heard it—heels on the tile. A pause. And then…

“Well, well…”

That voice. Cool. Velvety. Dangerous.

Maddie’s breath caught in her throat as Carter froze mid-thrust. His hands trembled against her hips. She turned her head just enough to see Vanessa standing at the edge of the kitchen, one perfectly sculpted brow arched, a sly smile tugging at her plush lips.

She was stunning, as always—dressed in a sleek black silk blouse, slightly unbuttoned, with tight high-waisted slacks that clung to her curves. Her heels were high, elegant, and commanding. Her lipstick was a deep wine red. Her eyes, sharp and amused, flicked between Maddie’s flushed face and Carter’s panicked one.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she said smoothly, stepping further into the room. “But you could have at least waited until the kids were asleep.”

Maddie’s body pulsed with embarrassment—and something far more dangerous. Desire.

“Mrs. Hartley—Vanessa—I—” Carter began, stumbling over his words, still frozen inside Maddie.

“Oh hush, Carter. You’re too sweet to lie. And Maddie…” She sauntered closer, eyes darkening as she drank in the sight of the young babysitter stretched out on the counter, still glistening, still spread open. “You look… divine like this.”

Maddie’s cheeks were flushed with heat. She tried to rise, but Vanessa’s hand was suddenly there—pressing gently on her back, keeping her pinned down.

“Don’t move,” Vanessa whispered in her ear, her voice like silk over steel. “Let me have a closer look at what you’ve been hiding from me.”

Her hand slid lower, gliding down Maddie’s spine with slow, teasing strokes. Maddie’s breath hitched as those manicured fingers reached the curve of her ass, then lower—between her thighs. She gasped as Vanessa’s fingers slipped over her slick folds, tracing where Carter was still buried deep inside her.

“Mmm,” Vanessa purred, swirling a fingertip just above where their bodies joined. “So wet. So naughty. You’ve been enjoying this, haven’t you?”

Carter groaned, his head bowed, his hands trembling at Maddie’s hips.

“Mrs. Hartley, I—”

“You’re not done, Carter,” she said sharply. “Keep going.”

He obeyed like a man hypnotized, his hips resuming their slow, delicious rhythm. Maddie moaned, her voice trembling as pleasure rippled through her again.

Vanessa stayed right there, her hand slipping beneath Maddie to cup her breast, kneading the soft flesh gently, possessively. Her mouth lowered to the babysitter’s ear.

“You like being taken like this, don’t you, sweet girl?” she whispered. “On my kitchen counter. In front of me.”

Maddie could only whimper, nodding helplessly as Carter quickened his pace again. She was trapped in a vortex of sensation—his body behind her, Vanessa’s hand teasing her from the front, her voice wrapping around her like silk.

Then Vanessa moved—around the counter, her blouse falling open as she walked. She undid each button slowly, her bare, perfect breasts spilling free. She slid onto the counter beside Maddie, lifting the girl’s chin with one manicured finger.

“I’ve thought about this,” she whispered. “You, spread open… moaning… just like that.”

She leaned in and kissed Maddie—soft at first, then deeper. Maddie moaned into her mouth, the kiss melting into hunger, into heat. Her lips parted, accepting Vanessa’s tongue with aching need. Her fingers clutched at the older woman’s hips, nails digging into the waistband of her slacks.

Carter was still moving behind her, harder now, emboldened by the show in front of him. Vanessa broke the kiss with a sultry smile and began to unfasten her pants, letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, fully nude now, radiant and powerful.

“Now watch closely, Carter,” she purred, climbing up onto the counter with feline grace. “This is how you make Maddie melt.”

She lay back on the marble slab, parting her legs slowly, her fingers beckoning Maddie forward. “Come here, baby,” she whispered, spreading herself wide. “Come taste.”

Maddie moved like she was in a trance, still pulsing around Carter’s cock, her body trembling. She crawled forward until her mouth was hovering over Vanessa’s soaked heat. The scent was intoxicating—rich, musky, delicious.

She looked up, met Vanessa’s burning gaze, and then lowered her mouth.

Vanessa cried out, her back arching, her fingers tangling in Maddie’s hair as the babysitter’s tongue moved in slow, reverent strokes. Maddie moaned into her, the sound vibrating through both of them.

Behind her, Carter groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. He gripped Maddie’s hips and plunged deeper, watching as she feasted on Vanessa, his eyes wide with disbelief and raw lust.

“God… I’m going to—” he choked out.

Vanessa sat up slightly, pulling Maddie tighter against her as she spoke.

“Not yet. You don’t come until I say so, Carter.”

Carter’s jaw clenched, his body shaking with the effort of restraint. Vanessa pulled Maddie’s hair back just enough to guide her movements, her own thighs trembling as she neared her climax.

“Don’t stop, baby,” she whispered. “Just like that… ohhh… yes…”

And then she came—crying out Maddie’s name, her body convulsing, her hands fisting in the babysitter’s golden hair.

Maddie moaned, drunk on the taste and scent of Vanessa, her own body clenching around Carter as he finally lost control, crying out as he spilled inside her with a deep, shuddering groan.

The three of them collapsed into a tangled heap of limbs and breathless gasps. Maddie lay between them, sweat-slick and flushed, her body still humming. Vanessa wrapped an arm around her waist, possessive and protective.

Carter sat back against the cabinet, dazed and spent, his chest heaving.

Vanessa leaned in, brushing a kiss over Maddie’s temple.

“Next time, sweetheart,” she murmured, “you wait for me.”

Maddie only smiled, her lips still tingling, her heart racing.

She had a feeling this was only the beginning.

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