By the fourth day, the house felt like it belonged only to them. Ella’s trip had been pushed back again, and neither Alice nor Luke pretended to feel guilty about it. The air was thick with s*x and anticipation. They barely bothered with clothes anymore. Every touch carried heavier hunger, every kiss lasted longer, and every orgasm left them wanting the next one even more.
That afternoon, Luke led Alice back to the master bedroom. The sheets were already rumpled from the night before, but they didn’t care. He stood behind her, hands sliding down her arms until he caught her wrists. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled his leather belt from the loops of his discarded jeans.
“Hands together,” he said, voice low and commanding.
Alice’s pulse quickened. She held her wrists out in front
