Eleanor’s POV

“You left the door unlocked.”

Marcus stood in the living area of the new suite, rain still hammering the glass two cities later, the same dark suit, the same controlled stillness that made my cunt pulse the second the lock clicked behind him. I hadn’t changed out of the black structured dress. I hadn’t poured a drink. I had simply waited, thighs already slick from the memory of his mouth two nights ago and the filthy promise that this would never happen again.

“I left it unlocked for you,” I said.

He locked it. The sound was final. Then he crossed the room without another word, turned me...