Anirudh and Aurora damn near jumped out of their skins—Anirudh especially, vaulting off her like he'd been zapped. Aurora was hitched—and Eleanor's ride-or-die. If anyone clocked this mess and it hit Eleanor's ears, he'd be toast—how'd he even look at her again?
Aurora was freaking too, acting like it wasn't Amy downstairs but her old man busting in. Truth is, even her husband wouldn't have her this rattled. She'd sold Eleanor on hooking Anirudh up with Amy—her little sis—and had even floated it to Amy that morning. Amy was vibing with him. If she walked in on this, Aurora's big-sister cred would be straight-up torched.
Heart pounding, Aurora scrambled to get up and throw some clothes on, but her legs were Jell-O. She tripped, flopping back onto the bed, thighs splitting wide—flashing that pink sweetness right at Anirudh again. No time to drool—he snatched his boxers, yanked 'em on, then hauled his pants up in a blur.
"Sis, you up there?" Amy's voice bounced up again, now with the sharp clack-clack of heels climbing the stairs. Their faces went ghost-white.
"Showering—start dinner!" Aurora barked, terrified Amy'd barge in. She grabbed Anirudh's wrist and bolted for the bathroom—dressing now? Fat chance!
"Oh, where's Anirudh? He roll back with you?"
Aurora flicked a look at him. Anirudh threw his hands up, all who, me? She blurted, "Ain't he downstairs?"
"Downstairs? Nope—not a soul. That dude didn't sneak up to scope you in the shower, did he?" Amy's tone turned cagey, her steps creeping closer.
"No way he's got the balls for that, right?" Aurora shot Anirudh a sly, flirty smirk—scope? He didn't scope, he feasted—while cranking the bathroom's warm water, faking a rinse. Anirudh, belt swinging loose, held his breath, eyes glued to Aurora's creamy, smooth curves, soaking in every inch.
By then, Amy hit the third floor. She clocked the wrecked sheets, one brow jacking up, then caught the water rushing from the bathroom—suspicion sparking in her stare.
"So where's he at?" Amy asked, eyeing the bathroom door.
"Maybe crashed in your room? Or out back chilling in the garden?" Aurora hollered from the bathroom. Anirudh, shaking off the jitters, got cocky—his hand slid over her skin, the close-call vibe juicing him up like a live wire.
"Oh, I'll poke around downstairs…" Amy sounded dubious but didn't push, her heels tapping back down.
"Yeah, kitchen's loaded—maid's out, so whip something up. I'll roll down after my shower!" Aurora threw Anirudh a death glare, shouting orders outside.
"Gotcha!" Amy called back, her heels fading—tap-tap-tap—into the distance. Aurora's knotted-up chest finally unclenched. Too damn close!
"Aurora, I'm dying here…" Anirudh's fire roared back, hands groping her, a finger teasing that pink spot between her legs. In seconds, it was dripping again.
"Anirudh, stop… we'll… Amy'll bust us—hold off till tonight, yeah?" Before, she'd just been wiped; now, she was legit scared Amy'd catch them—she'd never live it down. She thrashed to break loose, but her body was mush—no juice to fight him off.
"But I'm hurting bad—what's the fix?" Anirudh whined, pulling the puppy-dog card.
"I'll blow you, okay?" Aurora caved, eyes pleading.
"Sold!" Anirudh nodded fast.
Aurora dropped slow, one hand wrapping his beast, hitting him with a sultry glance before parting those red lips again…
A wild howl ripped through Anirudh's skull, his body quaking as her A-game sent him blasting back to heaven…
Once she'd drained him dry, Aurora shooed him out—told him to slip outside and circle back, trick Amy into thinking he'd never been upstairs. Cakewalk for Anirudh. He suited up quick, cracked the bathroom door, made sure Amy wasn't doubling back, and bolted. Passing the bed, he spied a sheer black lace thong dangling off the edge—yoinked it, jammed it in his pocket, then hit the third-floor garden. Peering down thirty feet, he leapt—snagged the second-floor ledge to brake, then the first, landing silent as a shadow. Moves like that? Anyone watching would've lost their mind. Then he strutted to the villa's front door, cool as hell.
Aurora, meanwhile, rinsed off in a flash, slipping into a low-cut halter nightgown. She started picking up her clothes but couldn't find her panties—frowning, Weren't they right here? Where'd they vanish to?
"Sis, grub's almost up—still scrubbing?" Amy's voice floated up again.
Aurora couldn't stall. "All set!" she yelled, snagging a silky shawl to drape over her shoulders—hiding the bare skin, though her stacked curves still peeked through, pure fire.
Downstairs, no Anirudh yet. Amy stepped out of the kitchen, toting the finished spread…