Mark pressed a gentle touch against my hip. “Turn over.” When I did, he pulled my back against his chest, and I sucked in a breath as he stroked the side of my neck. “My dick is dead to the world right now, just FYI.” His laughter heated my skin. “Mine, too.” But it didn’t stop him from resting his hand on my hip or from brushing his thumb over the skin above my waistband, just as he had so long ago. “This doesn’t change anything at the firm. Fucking around doesn’t mean I’m not your competition.” “I know that, dumbass,” he said, then kissed the top of my spine.
