“Seeing anyone?” Visions of Marshall Wise filled my mind. His body, his dick. The way he fucked me, the sounds he made when he came inside me. His hands on me, the way he held me, tight enough to mark me. But also, how he spoiled Enzo, and how my arsehole cat adored him. The way Marshall smiled. The sound of his laughter. Christ. “No,” I answered flatly.
