I turned my head toward him, noticing the way his expression was now more gentle, more aware. “I’m good,” I responded, almost shyly.
It almost felt wrong, feeling this flustered about another man besides Elliott.
Jack tilted his head, all smugness and dimples, probably realizing what he was doing to me. “Nervous?”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile that surfaced. “Why would I be nervous?”
He smiled back. “Cheeky, aren’t you?” he murmured, more of a statement than a question, and his hand boldly skimmed under the water to grab the inside of my thigh.
I inhaled slowly, feeling that familiar heat between my legs.
Elliott leaned back against the ledge, shifting his arm up around Hana’s shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. She nestled by his side, relaxed, almost dazed by him.
I didn’t blame her.
They didn’t kiss yet, but the intention hung between them.
Elliott’s eyes trailed back to me for a moment, looking between me and Jack.
“Anyone want a drink? Nonalcoholic, perhaps?” Jack asked casually, his hand still gripping my thigh beneath the water. His eyes were on me—watching, measuring, playful.
“No, I’m good,” I said softly, matching his energy.
Elliott chuckled, eyeing me. “I’m good as well.”
I met Jack’s gaze and let my hand drift to his thigh, in the same spot where his hand was on mine.
No one said the words, but the current had shifted. And we were all being pulled into the same tide.
I hadn’t moved my hand from his thigh—I was still deciding if I wanted to. But Jack made the choice for me.
He let go of me, then let his arm slide behind my back, his hand landing on my hip, gripping softly before pulling me closer. My breath hitched as my heart raced.
“You know,” he said, his voice low near my ear, “you drove me crazy yesterday.”
“How so?” I asked, my tone just as innocent as the glint in his eyes wasn’t.
“Watching Hana. Watching your husband with her,” he started, pulling me even closer. “How much you got off on it. Fucking naughty girl, aren’t you”
His voice was low, almost a growl, and my pussy pulsed with need. I bit the inside of my cheek, my heart pounding frantically. His mouth was close enough now that I could feel the heat of his words.
He didn’t give me any time to respond; his hand flexed on my hip before he leaned in and kissed me. His mouth claimed mine smoothly—confident, hungry, teasing. His tongue flicked against mine, and his grip squeezed me, drawing a low gasp from my throat.
Across the tub, I heard movement, a faint splash of water, but I couldn’t bring myself to look.
Not when Jack deepened the kiss, sliding his other hand up to grab the back of my hair. He pulled me even closer as my legs straddled either side of him, feeling his hard cock beneath my lap.
My fingers curled around his biceps. He was strong, commanding, confident.
And then I heard a small moan that wasn’t mine. I pulled back enough to glance sideways—Hana was on Elliott’s lap now, straddling him, her hands in his hair, his hands on her hips.
My breath hitched at the sight.
Jack pressed a kiss to my neck and whispered, “Looks like we’re not the only ones, sweetheart.”
10
Hana
