I left the door unlocked.

Forty minutes later the soft knock came again—three short taps, same as before. I was still naked when I opened it. Roman stood in the hallway with his flashlight off, eyes already dark. He stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and looked at me standing bare under the kitchen light like he had spent the rest of his rounds thinking about exactly this.

“Good girl,” he muttered.

He didn’t waste time. Both hands covered my breasts immediately—squeezing the soft weight, thumbs brushing the nipples that were still sore from earlier. He pinched them until I gasped, then lowered his head and sucked one deep...