Friday finally came, and I was a wreck all day. I could barely focus at work. My mind kept drifting back to Marcus’s fingers inside me in the storeroom, the way he made me suck them clean, and the dark promise in his eyes. By 5 p.m. I was already soaked. I left the office early, went home, showered, and put on a short red dress with nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. Just bare, aching skin.
I arrived at The Tipsy Fox at 6:30. The place was busy, but Marcus spotted me immediately. His eyes dragged down my body like he wanted to devour me right there. He poured me a strong drink without asking and leaned across the bar.
“Stay until closing,” he said quietly. “I’m locking the door with you still inside tonight.”
My p***y clenched so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together. I nodded,
