Jalen’s POV “No, Jordan.” Just her—legs spread wide, black silk sheets twisted around her ankles, and one of her hands gripping the headboard while the other worked a thick, curved vibrator in slow thrusts. Her eyes rolled up each time she felt her orgasm near, head tilted back, lips parted on a cracky moan.Gosh, I hated that moan. “Jordan… yes, just like that… fuck, Jordan…” That name suddenly hit me like a slap as she repeated it, as if he was really on her.She was so into the pleasure that she didn’t hear me enter. She just kept moving the toy deeper, burdging her hips harder against it, whispering his name like a prayer she’d been holding in for years. Then she blinked and her eyes fluttered widely open locking on mine. The vibrator still turned on inside her. For one long, frozen second, neither of us moved. Then she yanked the toy free with a loose moan, tossed it aside like it burned her, and sat up, pulling the sheet over her chest. “Jalen—” I could tell
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