Louisa's POV
The sound of my own frustrated moan still echoed in my ears when the knock came at the back door.
I was bent over the kitchen counter, hands braced on the cool granite, trying to catch my breath after another useless attempt to make myself come. My husband’s text from twenty minutes ago still glowed on my phone screen: Working late again. Don’t wait up. Same message, different day. My fingers had been slick, my c**t throbbing, but the orgasm kept slipping away like it always did lately. I yanked my sundress back down over my hips, wiped my hand on a dish towel, and padded barefoot toward the sliding glass door.
Alec stood on the other side of the glass, shirtless, sweat glistening on the hard lines of his chest and the dark ink that covered both arms and one shoulder. The t
