Ross's hands roamed her body with confidence, his lips commanding and possessive.
Every touch lit her nerves on fire, and all she could think about now was him—his warmth, his strength, and the thick, irresistible cock that pulsed with promise between them.
She didn't want to remember Thomas anymore. Compared to Ross, he was nothing but a faded memory.
Still, a fleeting thought crossed her mind—if Thomas could see me now…
He would've lost his mind.
Jade was unrecognizable from the woman she once was around Thomas—shy, reserved, careful.
But here, with Ross, she was a goddess in her element, raw and untamed.
Her body moved with purpose, fueled by lust and emotion, and every arch of her back, every moan that escaped her lips, was a testament to her complete surrender.
If Thomas had seen her tonight, sprawled out in wild abandon, hair messy, eyes glazed with pleasure, he wouldn't have just stared—he would have salivated.
