The air in the atrium was thick with the scent of ozone and damp concrete. Marcus didn't wait for a second invitation. He stepped forward, his large hand cupping Ivy’s jaw and pulling her into a kiss that was the polar opposite of Callum’s. It was rough, hungry, and tasted of salt and tobacco.
Ivy let out a muffled moan, her body molding itself to Marcus’s rugged frame. Callum watched, his breath hitching. He felt a surge of heat—not jealousy, but a profound, vicarious arousal. Seeing Ivy being handled with such raw power sparked something primal in him.
"Well?" Marcus grunted, pulling back just an inch, his eyes locked on Callum. "You just going to stand there and calculate the load-bearing capacity, Boss?"
Callum didn't answer with words. He stepped forward, his hands sliding around I
