Chapter 1

Clara’s Pov

I woke up to the sound of Marcus moving around downstairs in the kitchen, the low clink of mugs and the coffee maker gurgling to life.

I stretched under the covers feeling lazy and warm from sleep before I pushed the sheet off and got out of bed.

My tiny sleep shorts had ridden way up between my ass cheeks overnight and the thin tank top was clinging to my small tits with nothing underneath.

I headed down the stairs without changing because it was just us in the house and my body still felt heavy and relaxed from the night.

The kitchen smelled like strong...