Elena’s pov

“My legs are killing me in these stupid heels,” I muttered as I moved from the sofa toward the next room, my voice coming out breathy because my pussy would not stop throbbing after all that teasing. 

The tiny apron kept flipping up with every step and I could feel my own slick running down the insides of my thighs making them stick together. 

Marcus stayed right behind me the whole time, his presence like a heavy shadow that made the air feel thicker.

“Keep moving Elena,” he said in that steady calm voice that somehow made everything worse.

 “You still have the whole upper floor to finish...