I showed up twenty minutes early, legs already shaking as I walked down the hallway toward the private training room. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my clit, everywhere. Last night I’d barely slept. I’d tried—curled up next to Mark’s snoring back—but every time I closed my eyes I saw Jax’s mouth on me, his fingers twisting inside, that filthy praise in my ear. I’d ended up in the guest bathroom at 2 a.m., legs spread on the counter, fucking myself with three fingers while I bit my lip bloody to stay quiet. It hadn’t been enough. Nothing was enough anymore.

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