I left the door unlocked like he told me.

The house had been quiet for almost an hour when it pushed open. No knock. Marcus stepped inside and locked it behind him without a word. He was still dressed. I was under the sheet in nothing but the T-shirt, exactly as ordered.

He looked at me for a long second.

“Show me.”

I pulled the sheet down. Cool air touched bare skin. His eyes dropped between my legs and stayed there.

“You’ve been touching yourself.”

Not a question. I nodded anyway.

Marcus crossed the room, yanked the sheet the rest of the way off, and hauled me to the edge...