Chapter 5
Sophia POV
“s**t, it’s just the cleaner,” I hissed under my breath, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack them open right there on the cold tile.
The woman entered the restroom fully looking around.
My legs were still shaky from dropping to my knees for him, spit still shiny on my chin, and now some random lady in a cleaning uniform was pushing the door wider like she owned the place.
Marcus moved fast, his big hand clamping over my mouth before I could even squeak another word.
He yanked me backward into the narrow inner stall, the one with the fancy lock nobody ever used, his thick c**k still rock hard and slapping wet against my skirt as we crammed ourselves in.
The door to the main bathroom clicked shut behind the cleaner, but we were
