Elena’s POV

I arrived at the gym soaked before I even stepped inside.

The drive over had been torture. Every bump in the road rubbed my clit against the seam of my shorts. Every red light made me press my thighs together harder, trying to ease the ache without giving in. I’d changed into fresh leggings and a sports bra at home, but the fabric was already clinging between my legs by the time I parked. My nipples were hard under the thin material, visible even through the hoodie I’d thrown on to hide them. I felt ridiculous, desperate, like my body had decided it belonged to Marcus now and...