~ Niamh ~
We went rigid immediately at the sound of Matteo's voice.
The sudden intrusion broke through the thick haze of passion filling the walk-in closet, freezing us mid-motion.
Massimo let out a low groan against my skin. Whether that sound came from the bitter frustration of being interrupted or the sudden pleasure from how tightly my walls squeezed him in my shocked state, I couldn't tell.
"Daddy? Mommy!" Matteo called out again, his little voice echoing from the bedroom.
Our eyes widened in horror as we watched the brass doorknob of the closet twist. I heard a soft thud against the wood, imagining his small body hitting the door as he tried to push the heavy frame open.
"Daddy! Mommy!"
He kept calling, his voice shifting into a higher pitch. I could tell he was getting close to crying, his frustration turning into genuine distress.
