The clap of skin against skin echoed in the room. Ethan was behind Isabella, fully dressed in his three-piece suit.
Although his trousers had dropped down around his ankles, bunching over his shoes. Isabella's long green gown was hiked up around her waist, bunched in his fist as he held her steady.
Her right hand held the wall for balance as Ethan moved steadily from behind, sliding in and out in a smooth, steady rhythm. Each thrust made that wet, clapping sound fill the quiet manor room.
Isabella's face was flushed with pleasure, lips parted. Between gasps, she managed to speak. "You have… guests waiting downstairs."
Ethan didn't slow down. "Let them wait," he said in a low tone. Then he brought his hand down to slap her bum.
The sound cracked through the room, and Isabella squeaked little gasp. "Ah!"
