Elena’s hands trembled slightly as she pushed open the studio door the following evening. The same warm scent wrapped around her, but everything felt different now. Her body still remembered the stretch and release of Liam’s fingers buried deep inside her, the way she’d come undone on this very floor like a desperate, cheating wife. Mark had texted her earlier that day, oblivious messages about his meetings and how he missed her. Each buzz of her phone had sent a fresh wave of guilt twisting through her stomach… and a shameful throb between her legs.
She was early. Liam was already there, shirtless this time, wiping down the mirrors with a towel slung over one broad shoulder. The sight of his defined abs and the sharp V disappearing into his low-slung shorts made her mouth go dry.
“Could
