This Isn't Acting

I was still on top of Victor.

My chest heaved. My thighs trembled around his hips. My pulse? A jackhammer.

The room was still.

Silent.

Except for the throb of the bass lingering from the track.

Except for the sound of my heavy breathing… and the faintest creak of the leather seat under Victor as I adjusted myself on his lap—pressing down just a little harder.

Just for the show, I told myself.

Vict