A hint of a smirk creeps up his face. “I have a feeling you won’t like it for long.” An hour later, I’m lying on the massage table that Mark keeps set up in his room so he can work on Dev at any time. I have to respect his preparedness, but right now, I kind of hate him for it. “Holy fuck,” I grit out. This time, Mark’s smirk makes me wonder if he’s a sadist.
