The gates of the mansion were shrouded in a suffocating silence by the time Marcus finally accelerated his sleek sedan up the winding private driveway. His heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, his mind completely fried from the sheer absurdity of his secret errand to the high-tier chemistry lab. Tucked deep inside his tailored trousers were the S-tier suppressants Malcolm had practically screamed for, alongside the emergency box of extra-strength condoms he'd added to the order just to torture his boss's sanity.
But the moment Marcus cut the engine and stepped out into the crisp evening air, his entire body locked up.
