I loved hearing Angel’s low moans, loved watching them touch her and kiss her. They were taking care of her, but not giving in to her pleas.

The sight of Angel stretched out on my desk would forever be branded into my brain. It was going to be hard to focus on work. My eyes trailed over her body, lingering on their marks.

Mason and Nate’s marks weren’t healed yet.

They stood out starkly against Angel’s pale skin.

I knew why they hadn’t healed yet.

It ...