The sound of the front door clicking shut echoed through the apartment like a gunshot. Mia jumped, her heart hammering against her ribs, her skin still humming from the residue of Elias’s touch. She scrambled to pull her oversized t-shirt over her head, the fabric catching on her erect n*****s, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through her chest.
"I'm home!" Sarah's voice called out from the foyer, bright and exhausted. "God, the gallery was a madhouse today. You wouldn't believe the crowd for the new installation.
Elias was already dressed, his movements calm and practiced. He stepped out of the bedroom just as Mia managed to tug her shorts up, though she didn't bother with a bra. Her breasts felt heavy and tender, the skin still tingling from the oil and the rough kneading of Elias
