Chapter 2:

First Touch

Harper’s POV

Sunlight streams through the tall kitchen windows as I step downstairs the next morning. The thin yellow sundress clings to my body, the fabric light enough that my nipples press visibly against it. No bra underneath. I tell myself it feels freeing, but deep down I know the choice carries heat.

Marcus already stands at the marble counter in a fitted black shirt with sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms. The scent of fresh coffee fills the space. He turns when he hears my bare feet on the tile.

“Morning, little girl,” he says, voice low and rich like warm velvet. “Sleep well?”

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