“Thank you, Yvonne. That's really sweet. Don't worry. I'm fine.”

With dinner announced by Julie, the group moved toward the dining room, leaving Melissa to quietly ascend the stairs, seeking a moment to herself.

In the sanctuary of the bathroom, Melissa freshened up, her gaze meeting her own in the mirror.

Her cheeks still held the warmth of their recent closeness, a radiant afterglow from their encounter in the car.

Leaning on the wash basin, she felt a lingering weakness in her legs, a testament to the intensity of their connection.

voice, soft yet insistent,

was closer than she

with a more intimate scent of their recent session. These nuances, coupled with his inherent gentleness and nobility, rendered Melissa

intensity of the moment, she whispered, “Nothing,” her voice barely

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Overwhelmed and lost for words, Melissa's voice shook as she diverted the

sought an escape, fearing another

away, Marcus’ hold tightened, drawing her back into his arms. His

gazed at her intensely, undeterred by her attempt to look

his, he whispered, “Shall we continue tonight? I'm far from satisfied,

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