MAYA'S POV

The door hadn’t even fully latched when it swung open again.

Jaden stands framed at the threshold with his shirt half-untucked, hair wrecked from where my fingers had clawed through it earlier, pupils still blown wide. He pauses mid-step.

His eyes flick from Maddox’s arm around my naked waist, to my flushed face, to the towel long discarded on the floor. Then lower to where Maddox’s hand is still cupping my pussy possessively, his fingers wet, and my thighs still ...