It was the third time now.
The third night in a row.

Marcus had no problems in the monetary department, Carter was loaded and payed him heftily. But he did have problems when he looked into the emotional department.

He didn't want to attach to the rich man. He didn't want to associate himself with the hickeys his chest now adorned. He didn't want to feel bound to the tears that left those beautiful hazel eyes.
He didn't want to.
Yet he did.