تسجيل الدخولJake’s POV “Answer it. Put him on speaker.”Lila’s eyes flash with panic and something darker as she reaches for the phone. My cock is still half-hard inside her, pinned against the fogged glass, her legs locked around my waist. She swipes to accept the call and hits the speaker button with a trembling finger.“Marcus,” she says, voice carefully steady. “It’s late. Is everything okay?”His voice comes through clear and warm, the sound of a man who has no idea his wife is currently stretched around another man’s cock with two loads of cum already leaking out of her.“Hey, baby. Flight got delayed in Chicago. I’m stuck here overnight. Just wanted to hear your voice before I try to sleep in this shitty airport hotel.”Lila’s free hand digs into my shoulder. I start to move inside her again, slow and shallow, testing. She bites her lip hard but doesn’t stop me.“That’s too bad,” she manages. “I was looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.”I pull almost all the way out and slide back in d
Jake’s POV “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”Lila’s whisper is frantic against my ear as the keycard scrapes the lock a second time. My cock is still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the last of my release, her cunt clenched tight around me like she refuses to let a single drop escape. Water from the jet keeps hammering the place where we are joined, making every tiny shift feel filthy and loud. The suite phone has stopped ringing, but the silence that follows is worse.I ease out of her slowly, the wet slide of it making her bite her lip hard. Cum and spa water drip down her inner thighs and splash into the pool. She scrambles off the edge and grabs the thick white robe hanging nearby, yanking it on without bothering to dry off. I shove myself back into the soaked trunks and snatch a towel, wrapping it low around my hips just as the electronic lock finally beeps and the door swings open.A young maintenance tech stands there holding a master keycard and a clipboard. Early twenti
Jake’s POV “Don’t just stand there staring, Jake. Come hold me open so this jet can ruin me properly.”Lila’s voice cuts through the low hum of the private spa suite, husky and already wrecked. I step closer, bare feet silent on the wet tile, eyes locked on the way she sits perched on the edge of the submerged jet seat. Water sheets down her thighs. Her legs are spread wide, knees hooked over the smooth stone rim, and the powerful stream from the spa jet is hammering straight between them. She has one hand braced behind her for balance, the other already sliding down to peel her outer lips apart so the water can hit her clit without mercy.I met her three hours ago in the lobby of this exclusive mountain resort. She checked in under her married name, Mrs. Lila Voss, but the platinum band on her left hand stayed in her bag the second the elevator doors closed. I’m the security consultant the resort hired after last month’s break-in. Forty-two, divorced, used to watching people without
Sloane’s POV “Someone knows,” Elias said the moment I stepped into his room after the evening interviews. “The redhead pulled me aside after the elimination. She said she walked past the service stairs last night and heard enough to put it together.”My stomach dropped. “What did you tell her?”“That whatever she thinks she heard is none of her business. She smiled like she already won something.” He shut the door and locked it. “The producers are going to hear about it by morning. We have one night before this stops being ours alone.”I stood in the middle of the room feeling the weight of eight years and the last five days settle across my shoulders. “Then we use the night.”He crossed to me, cupped my face in both hands, and kissed me with the kind of slow certainty that said he was done with half measures. I opened for him immediately. The kiss deepened until my knees felt weak. When he finally pulled back his eyes were steady.“I need you to know the last piece,” he said. “The r
Sloane’s POV “They’re pairing us for the entire afternoon,” Elias said under his breath as the producers announced the day’s schedule. “Private picnic on the lower grounds. Cameras at a distance. They want ‘organic conversation.’”I kept my face neutral for the lens pointed in our direction. “How private?”“Private enough that I’m going to have a hard time not touching you.”The other women watched us walk away together. I felt the weight of their attention on the back of my neck the entire way down the path. The picnic setup waited in a small clearing overlooking the water: a low blanket, a basket, two glasses, and a single camera operator who stayed far enough back to give the illusion of solitude.The moment we sat down Elias poured water into both glasses and spoke without looking at me.“The redhead from yesterday cornered me this morning. She asked if I was already decided. I told her I was still getting to know everyone. She didn’t believe me.”“She’s not the only one watching
Sloane’s POV “You’re quiet tonight,” Elias said as we stood near the edge of the cocktail terrace. Cameras circled at a polite distance. The other women laughed too loudly at anything he said when he wasn’t looking at me.“I’m counting the minutes until this ends,” I answered under my breath.His mouth curved just enough for me to notice. “My room. Thirty minutes after the last camera shuts down. Don’t knock. Just come in.”I spent the rest of the hour answering soft questions from producers about whether I felt a connection forming. I gave them careful, honest-enough answers while my body stayed tuned to every small movement Elias made across the terrace. When the final cut was called and the crew began packing lights, I forced myself to walk back to my own room first. I changed into a soft cotton dress, left my underwear in a drawer, and waited until the hallway went silent.His door was unlocked. I slipped inside and closed it behind me. Elias stood by the balcony doors in a dark







