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 ...