The cab dropped me off at home just after midnight.
Every step toward the front door felt heavy. My body ached in the best way…sore, used and completely satisfied.
Richard's c*m was still warm between my thighs, a reminder of what we had just done for the second time tonight.
I expected the house to be dark with Marcus asleep or not home at all.
But the living room lights were on.
My stomach dropped.
I opened the door quietly, hoping maybe he had just fallen asleep with the lights on.
But Marcus was sitting on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand and still wearing his tuxedo from the gala.
He seemed to be…waiting.
"You're home," he said when I entered, his voice calm.
"I…yes," I managed, closing the door behind me.
"Where were you really, Isadora?" Before I could say anyt
