Marcus didn’t wait until 1 a.m. this time. It was 12:52 a.m. when he stood outside Mia’s door, c**k already throbbing so hard in his boxers that a wet spot had soaked through the front. His heart hammered against his ribs. Downstairs, his wife’s snoring was loud and steady through the thin walls — she’d taken a sleeping pill after her shift. Still, every creak of the old house made his stomach tighten. One wrong sound and she could wake up. One wrong moan from upstairs and everything ends.
He turned the knob slowly, slipped inside, and locked the door with a soft click that felt deafening.
Mia was on her side this time, facing away from him, curled slightly like she was hugging her pillow. The thin white tank top had bunched up under her arms, leaving her entire back and the side of one
