Victoria left early the next morning for a full day of off-site meetings, the kind that would keep her out until well after dinner. The house felt larger the moment the door closed behind her. Elena stood in the kitchen in the soft oversized shirt she had slept in, bare legs, the red lace panties from the day before still on because she hadn’t bothered to change them. Marcus came up behind her while she was pouring coffee, one arm sliding around her waist, mouth finding the side of her neck.

“She’s gone until late,” he said against her skin. “We have the whole day.”

Elena leaned back into him...