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The first thrust is slow, and deliberate, as though he is savoring the moment. The pleasure is intense, a wave that builds and spreads with each movement. Joe’s pace is unhurried, each thrust deep and measured, drawing soft moans from me that seem to stoke the fire between us.His hands grip my hips, anchoring me to him as he moves. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him as deeply as possible. Every thrust sends sparks of pleasure racing through me, building higher and higher.“How do you like my thrusts? Should I improve?” He asks, raising his gaze to mine.Improve? Gosh! “I can’t get a picture of how the improved one would feel like, because this feels like magic, baby. I…ooh, ooh…I love it.”“So I should keep like that?”“Ooh, yes, baby. Like that.”Joe’s lips find mine again, and the kiss is messy and desperate, our breaths mingling as we move together. “You are everything to me,” he murmurs against my lips. “Everything.”The intensity between us builds

The smoky aroma of roasting meat wafts through the cave, but my appetite is extinct. How can I have the appetite with these pair of eyes glaring at me like this, looking at nothing else in this cave but me?I sit on a makeshift stool, my fingers nervously brushing over the rough surface of my jeans. The fire crackles in front of me, its glow reflecting off the stone walls, casting shifting shadows that feel as fidgety as my heart.Jayden is seated across from me, but his eyes—those stern, dark eyes—are on me. They are always on me, and he never shies from glaring at me like this teven in the presence of Joe. He cares zero shit if Joe rips his throat off for looking at me like this or not. And now that we are alone, now that Joe is not around, my! The ogling is something I can’t bear. It is annoying, seriously.I shift to basically nothing rather than hoping that my shifting would shake off his glare from me. But it is all a wasted effort. Hopeless hope. His eyes shift with me. His pie

Joe’s shoulders are stiff as he stares at Jayden, his hands curling into fists at his sides. I can feel the tension rolling off him like a thunderstorm about to erupt. The air between them crackles with unspoken accusations, and I stand frozen, caught between the two men, unsure of what to say or do.“You are working for her, aren’t you?” Joe’s voice is low and dangerous, like the calm before the storm.Jayden smirks, his arms crossed casually over his chest. “Working for who?” he says, feigning innocence.“Don’t play dumb with me,” Joe snaps, his voice rising. “Janie. You’re her lackey, aren’t you? Sent here to watch us, to deliver us to her when the time is right.”Jayden’s smirk doesn’t falter, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—unease? Guilt? I can’t tell. “That’s quite the theory, Joe. Do you have any proof to back it up, or are you just grasping at straws?”Joe takes a step closer, his jaw clenched so tight I think it might snap. “I don’t need proof. I know how Janie

Joe stands, pacing the room with a newfound intensity. His movements are sharp, his jaw clenched. I can tell he’s already piecing things together in his mind, but I can also see the weight of it pressing down on him.“We need to start with Jayden,” he says, his voice firm. “He knows too much. If he’s working for Janie, he’ll slip up eventually.”“And if he’s not?” I ask, watching him carefully.Joe stops, his expression hard. “Then he needs to prove it. Because until then, I don’t trust him.”I nod slowly, though doubt churns in my stomach. Jayden has been nothing but kind to me since we arrived here, but Joe’s right—his connection to Janie makes him a threat. Trusting him blindly could cost us everything.The sound of a door creaking pulls us both from our thoughts. Jayden steps into the room, his face unreadable. He looks between us, sensing the tension in the air. “I assume you’re not done interrogating me,” he says dryly, crossing his arms.Joe steps forward, his posture tense. “Y

The room falls into a tense silence after Jayden drops the bombshell that my father hired him. I glance at Joe, whose face is hard, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn’t trust Jayden, not even a little, and honestly, I don’t blame him. After everything we’ve been through, it’s hard to believe anyone anymore.Jayden leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching us both. He’s calm, collected, like he’s waiting for the next move. But I see something else in his eyes—something I can’t quite place. It’s not arrogance or defiance. It’s more like... determination.“You have got a lot of nerve,” Joe finally says, breaking the silence. His voice is low, dangerous. “Claiming you are here to help after everything you have kept from us.”Jayden doesn’t flinch. “I didn’t keep it from you to hurt you. I did it to protect Bella.”Joe lets out a bitter laugh. “Protect her? You worked with Janie to get that video. You made her life worse.”“That is not true,” Jayden replies sharply. “I di