Chapter 3:

Rules and Teases

Harper’s POV

By day three, the rules already feel normal. Every morning I slip into one of the short pleated skirts Marcus selected from my suitcase and leave my panties in the drawer. The cool air constantly reminds me how exposed I am. One wrong bend and anyone could see my bare pussy. But the only person here is him, and that knowledge makes me wet before breakfast.

I settle on the wide leather sofa in the living room with my sketchbook, trying to focus on the lake view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The fabric of the skirt rides high on my thighs. Marcus walks...