Mark nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Always.” He slipped a silk scarf around his wrists, a simple yet intimate gesture that told her she’d have full control.

Mark watched, his gaze lingering on the curve of her hips as she settled onto the couch, crossing one leg over the other. The leather was warm from the room’s heat, and Sophie could feel the subtle press of the cushion against her thighs. She tilted her head back, letting the scent of the room and the faint aroma of the warm water fill her senses.

Mark’s breath caught. “I trust you,” he said, his voice hoarse with anticipation.