The front door opened with a heavy click. I stood at the kitchen counter stirring a cup of chamomile tea, trying to look calm even though my legs still felt like jelly. My heart hadn’t slowed down since I rushed home from the gym. Marcus’s c*m was still leaking slowly into my panties, and every small movement reminded me of how hard I’d ridden him just minutes earlier.
Mark stepped into the kitchen, keys still in his hand. His face looked tired but tight with annoyance. “Sandra. You’re home.”
I turned around with what I hoped was a normal smile. “Hey. Yeah, I got back a little while ago.”
He set his keys down and looked at me for a long moment. “Your car is still at the gym. I drove past there on my way home. Saw it parked right out front. What’s going on?”
I took a slow sip of tea to
