The spare key turned at 2:47.
I was already on the bed. Naked. Legs open the way he’d ordered. The bedroom door stood wide. Afternoon light cut across the sheets. My phone sat on the nightstand, screen dark. Mark had texted an hour ago: Last meeting ran long. Flight’s still on for tomorrow night. Send me one final wide shot of the bathroom if Cole’s wrapping up today. Can’t wait to be home.
Cole walked in without speaking. Tool belt off. He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at me—thighs parted, cunt already wet, the faint bruises from his hands still visible on my hips. He stripped his shirt, shoved his jeans down, and climbed onto the mattress. No preamble. He grabbed my ankles, yanked me down the bed, and pushed my knees to my chest. The stretch burned. He lined up and shoved i
