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...