The air in the dimly lit basement was thick with tension as Marcus' explorations grew more heated and passionate. He was about to lift the feather off her core and replace it with his finger.
Suddenly, the stillness was shattered by the piercing ring of a phone. Marcus froze, his eyes narrowing as he reached into his pocket to retrieve the device. Samantha let out a frustrated hiss, her nails digging into her palms, but gently pried her fingers away when he noticed that and took off her blindfold, giving her a stern look.
"Stay here," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. Samantha reluctantly obeyed, watching with smoldering eyes as Marcus stepped away to answer the call.
"Lucian," he said, his tone clipped and professional. Samantha strained to hear the response on the other end, but even with her heightened senses, the words were indistinct.
