With the door closing quiet enough to not awaken anyone in earshot, Mark moved to Sofia, pressing his body against hers as hers then rested against the back of the desk. It seemed like ages since they had last had a moment that resulted with pleasure such as this, and although it had been done out of spite, it wasn’t as if she had to pretend he was someone else. He had an intricate touch that knew exactly where and when to touch her, along with an incredible sense of care when it came to being altruistic as a lover. With at least two decades of experience atop Max, he was able to tell a woman’s desires without having to ask while keeping her breathless. But there hadn’t been a deep emotion in regards to his touch to her. She felt passion but one that spiraled from lust, not the desire for
