(Beverley’s POV)
I woke up slowly the next morning, my body still humming with leftover arousal from the night before. The memories hit me the second I opened my eyes: Marcus’s strong hands on my body, his mouth claiming mine with raw hunger, the way his thick fingers had curled deep inside me in the kitchen while Mom was upstairs. My p***y throbbed at the recollection, still slightly sensitive and slick. I pressed my thighs together under the sheets, trying to ease the ache, but it only made it worse.
My phone was lying on the nightstand. I grabbed it with shaky fingers and unlocked the screen. There it was, a message from Marcus sent late last night.
Marcus: Come downstairs. Kitchen. Now. Your mom is in the bath.
I had fallen asleep before seeing it. My stomach twisted with a sharp m
