Rafael's POV
I covered her mouth with a light press, our ragged breaths colliding in the tight space of the tent, thick with our mixed, lewd scent.
The crunch of footsteps over dry leaves behind the tent drew closer while I was still inside her. I had a guess who it was, and they weren't a threat.
That alone didn't make me panic. If anything, it stirred something darker in me. The tent flap wasn't fully closed.
But Nana trembled. Her heartbeat thudded against me as if it might burst.
I pulled my hand away.
"It's okay…" I murmured, trying to reassure her with a softer look, but her eyes stayed wide with fear.
"Rafael… clothes… we…"
I silenced her with a deep, slow kiss. After a few seconds, I drew the air from her lungs before breaking it.
"But I'm not finished…" I teased, and she frowned, irritation flashing through her panic.
Then she froze again as the footsteps stopped just behind the tent.
"Sir! The young masters and young miss have reached the last treasure point."
