Back in the city, everything felt different. The weekend at the cabin had left Mia sore in the sweetest places. Her ass still carried faint handprints, her nipples were sensitive, and every time she sat down she remembered how deep Marcus had been inside her. But the fire between them hadn’t cooled. If anything, it burned hotter.Marcus texted her Monday night: “My apartment. Tomorrow. 9pm. Be ready to take everything.”She spent the whole next day wet and restless. When she finally knocked on his door, he opened it wearing only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest was bare, muscles tight, eyes already dark with need.No hello. He pulled her inside, kicked the door shut, and kissed her like he’d been starving for her. His hands roamed everywhere — squeezing her ass, grabbing her tits through her thin top, sliding between her legs to find her soaked.“Strip,” he ordered, voice rough.Mia peeled off her clothes fast, standing naked in his living room. Marcus looked her u
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