Kook and Mimi slipped out of the guest room quietly, hearts still racing from their frantic fuck. Mimi’s cheeks were flushed pink, her thong soaked and clinging uncomfortably between her thighs, but she quickly smoothed her dress down, fixing her hair with shaky fingers. Kook tucked himself back into his pants, zipping up with a satisfied smirk, his cock still half-hard and slick from being inside her.

They hurried downstairs to the living room, sitting on the plush sectional sofa like nothing had happened—legs crossed, innocent smiles plastered on their faces. Mimi leaned against Kook’s shoulder, whispering, “We can’t let them know we saw… or what we did.”