Elena’s POV

I knew I was playing with fire the moment I stepped into Marcus’s garage that night, but something twisted and hungry inside me wouldn’t let me turn back.

I had worn the short yellow sundress like he told me to with nothing underneath. The thin fabric brushed against my bare breasts and teased my already sensitive nipples with every step. My heart pounded hard as I walked across the concrete floor, feeling the cool air kiss the slick heat between my thighs.

Marcus was waiting. He stood by his workbench, wiping grease from his big, rough hands with an old rag. He was more than forty years old...