It was late. Rain tapped against the windows, a steady rhythm beneath the louder chorus of moans, breathless gasps, and the wet, relentless sound of Adrian’s body colliding with his wife's.

His grip tightened around her waist as he drove into her, slow and hard, the bed creaking beneath them.

Then— Riiing.

The phone cut through the moment like a blade.

“God damnit,” Adrian growled under his breath, frustration clear in every syllable. Without pulling out, he shifted them both in one fluid motion, letting her straddle him now, her thighs still trembling.

“Stay quiet, amore,” he muttered, voice rough in her ear. His hand slid to her hips, guiding her to keep moving.

He answered the call, voice calm but deep with tension. “Yes?”