Eleanor’s pov

I got back to the house with my cheeks still hot and my thighs sticky from how wet I had stayed the entire ride home.

The private room and the way Marcus had kept me on my knees without giving me any relief left my body humming and unfinished.

Every step up the front walk made the short sundress brush against sensitive skin and remind me exactly how close I had come to breaking.

I tried to smooth my hair and steady my breathing before I opened the door but the restless ache between my legs refused to quiet.

“Eleanor, darling! Come meet Marcus!” my mother’s voice called...