The pool house had become their private sanctuary, cocooned by the relentless Pacific Northwest rain that blurred the glass walls into a watercolor of greens and grays. Elena’s body still hummed from the intensity of their last shared release, her inner thighs slick and trembling. Marcus remained buried deep inside her, his cock softening slowly as they clung to each other. Their breaths synced in the quiet aftermath, chests rising and falling together.

He didn’t pull out. Instead, Marcus rolled them onto their sides, facing each other, keeping them intimately connected. One of his thick arms pillowed her head while the other draped heavily over her waist, palm splayed across...