CHAPTER TWO

Hmm..coffee "she said."

The scent of coffee drifted into her bedroom like a quiet promise. Elena stirred, sheets sliding silkily to her waist. The room remained wrapped in darkness, save for the thin gray ribbon of dawn light sneaking past the edges of the blackout curtains. 

She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand: 6:47 a.m. Too early for Manhattan to roar awake, too late for true silence. The city was holding its breath, just like she had been all night.

She sat up slowly, heart still thudding from fragmented dreams of gunshots and shadowed hallways. The silk robe waited on the chair... she slipped it on, tied the belt loosely at her waist, and padded barefoot down the hallway, following the rich, grounding aroma.

Jax was already in the kitchen.

He had changed out of the black suit from last night. Now he wore a plain black T-shirt that stretched taut across his broad shoulders and dark jeans that looked worn in all the right places..nothing flashy, but the simplicity only made the way the fabric clung to muscle more noticeable.

 He stood with his back to her, pouring coffee from her overpriced French press into two mugs. No phone in hand. No visible weapon. Just him, moving with the easy economy of someone who belonged exactly where he was.

"Morning," he said without turning around.

"You made coffee."

"You have a machine that costs more than my first car.

 Seem.. rude not to use it."

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed beneath her breasts, watching the play of early light across his back. "Did you sleep?"

"Enough."

She didn't believe him. The sectional couch wasn't designed for a man his size, and the shadows beneath his eyes looked carved deeper than they had been when she closed her bedroom door last night.

He slid one mug across the marble island toward her. Black.. No sugar. Exactly how she liked it.

She stared at the steam curling upward. "How did you know?"

"Priya's file."

Elena lifted the mug; warmth seeped into her palms like medicine. "You read my file."

"Every page."

She took a sip. Strong, bitter, perfect. "That's creepy."

He finally turned, leaning one hip against the counter, arms folded. That steady blue gaze met hers no smile, no apology, just unflinching honesty. "I checked the locks. Walked the perimeter. Standard procedure."

"Standard," she echoed, tasting the word like it might reveal something.

"Right."

He took a drink from his own mug, watching her over the rim.

 "Why are you up this early?"

"I couldn't sleep. Kept thinking about the guy in the crowd last night. The one who got too close."

Jax's jaw tightened just a fraction, but she noticed. "I got his face on camera. Sent it to my contact at the precinct. They'll run facial recognition."

She nodded slowly. "And if it's him?"

"Then we deal with it."

Simple and certain...like he already decided how the morning would end.

Elena studied him in the pale light. The thin white scar on his left temple caught the dawn like a pale hook against tanned skin.

 She wondered not for the first time...what story it carried..

Knife fight? Shrapnel? Something uglier, more personal?

She opened her mouth to ask.

His phone buzzed sharply on the island.

He glanced at the screen, expression unchanging, and answered on the second ring.

"Harlan."

A pause. The voice on the other end was low, urgent, words too muffled for her to catch.

Jax listened. "When?"

"Copy. I'm on it."

He ended the call, set the phone down with deliberate care.

Elena waited.

His eyes met hers. "We need to move."

"Now?"

"New intel. The letters aren't the only thing. There's a package at your management office. Priya just found it. Same handwriting...Bigger."

Her stomach plummeted. "Bigger how?"

"Photo of you. Taken inside this building. Yesterday."

The coffee turned to acid on her tongue. "Inside?"

"Elevator...hallway? Someone got past the doorman."

The room seemed to tilt. "That's impossible."

"Not if they had help."

She stared at him. "You think someone's already in here?"

"I think we can't wait to find out." He was already in motion 

grabbing his jacket from the couch, checking his phone again.

 "Pack essentials only. We're leaving by ten."

"Where?"

"Safe house upstate. Better sightlines, fewer entry points."

She didn't move. "I have a shoot tomorrow. Full day. I can't just..."

"You can't walk onto a set if someone's already inside your building." His voice stayed calm, but the edge sharpened.

 "This isn't a discussion, Elena."

She hated how he said her name like an order wrapped in velvet And she hated more that he was right.

She turned toward her bedroom, stopped, and looked back.

 "You're not telling me everything."

He held her gaze. "I'm telling you what you need to know."

"No. It's not."

She exhaled hard through her nose. "Fine. Ten minutes."

In her room she moved on autopilot...jeans, cashmere sweaters, underwear, charger, the bare minimum thrown into a leather duffel. Her hands shook. She hated that most of all.

When she returned, Jax stood at the window, phone to his ear again.

"...yeah, confirm the perimeter sweep. I want eyes on every camera feed before we roll. And Marc? Tell him to meet us at the secondary location. I need backup I trust."

He hung up.

Elena dropped the bag by the door. "Marc?"

"Old teammate"

"You don't trust your own firm?"

"I trust people. Not companies."

She nodded slowly. "And me? Do you trust me?"

He gave her that "really?" look. Something flickered in his eyes...not ice this time... Heat. "I trust you to stay alive. The rest... we'll figure out."

She almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

Instead she grabbed her coat. "Let's go."

They took the service elevator. Jax first, gun drawn low and steady, checking corners with the muscle memory of someone who had done it a thousand times. The hallway smelled faintly of bleach and yesterday's takeout.

Outside, a different black SUV waited..Jax opened the rear door for her, scanned the street once more, then slid in beside her.

The driver...a stranger with a buzz cut and no expression..pulled away without a word.

Elena watched the city slide past in streaks of steel and glass.

 "You think it's someone close?" she asked quietly.

"Always is," Jax said. "That's why it hurts."

She turned to him. "You sound like you know."

"I do."

She waited. He didn't elaborate.

Silence stretched until they crossed the bridge, Manhattan shrinking in the rearview like a memory already fading.

Then Jax's phone buzzed again.

He glanced down. His face went utterly still.

Elena leaned over. "What?"

He hesitated...the first time she seeing him do it.

"Package just got opened."

"And?"

"Photo of you in your robe. This morning...in the Kitchen."

Her blood turned to ice.

He looked at her. "Taken from across the river. High angle. Sniper scope."

The words landed like physical blows. Someone had watched her pour coffee, talk to him, even watched the robe slip off one shoulder when she reached for a mug on the high shelf.

Jax's hand closed around hers...brief, hard, grounding.

"We're ending this today," he said

She squeezed back.

And in that small, desperate grip she realized the real terror wasn't the photo.

It was how much she wanted Jax to be the one who stayed.

Even if it burned everything down.

The SUV merged onto the highway, heading north. Concrete and steel gradually gave way to patches of green.

Her mind raced...replaying every face in the lobby yesterday, every delivery person, every neighbor who lingered too long in the elevator.

Jax's thumb brushed the back of her hand once, almost accidental. Then he let go.

She missed the contact immediately.

"Tell me something real," she said.

He glanced at her.

"About you, not the job,not the rules. Something that isn't in a file."

He was quiet for a long stretch. The highway hummed beneath the tires.

"My last mission," he said finally. "We lost a guy. Ramirez.

Twenty-three. I was supposed to cover the left flank. I didn't see the sniper until it was too late."

"You blame yourself?"

"Every day."

She looked at the scar on his temple again. "Is that where..."

"No. Training accident. The knife slipped." He touched the mark lightly. "But Ramirez... a bullet grazed me here. I still feel it sometimes. Like its a reminder."

She reached out without thinking, fingertips brushing the edge of the scar. He didn't flinch.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be."

She pulled her hand back, but the air between them had thickened, warmed.

The driver's phone rang. He answered the speaker without asking.

"Harlan, it's Marc. Prelim on the photo. The shooter used a long lens, probably from the rooftop across the river. The building has twenty-four-hour security. Guess who has access?"

Jax leaned forward. "Who?"

"Victoria."

Elena's head snapped toward him. "Your ex?"

Jax's face hardened to stone. "She's a silent investor in your father's production company. Has keys to half the high-rises in Midtown for 'site scouting.'"

The revelation hit harder than the photo itself.

Victoria wasn't just suspicious.

She was watching.

And she had the means to do far worse.

Jax's hand found hers again...this time deliberate. Fingers laced tight.

"We're not going upstate," he told the driver. "Change course. Head to the estate in the Hamptons. Production's relocating tomorrow anyway. We'll use the secure perimeter there."

Elena stared at him. "You think she'll follow?"

"I think she already has."

The SUV accelerated.

Outside, the city disappeared completely.

Inside, something else rose...something neither of them could outrun much longer.

Jax's hand stayed laced with hers, warm and steady.

Elena let herself lean into it, just enough to breathe.

Then Jax's phone lit up..silent, no ring.

He glanced down.

His entire body went rigid.

Elena felt the shift before she saw his face.

"What?" she whispered.

He turned the screen toward her.

One new message. One photo.

It was her...right now head resting lightly on his shoulder, fingers tangled with his robe slipping off one shoulder in the kitchen light.

This morning.

Taken from behind them.

Victoria's name glowed at the top of the thread.

Below the photo, four words...

I'm already in the car.

The driver's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.

He smiled...small, cold, satisfied.

"Change of plans," he said softly.

And from the shadowed footwell behind the front seats, a gloved hand rose, holding a syringe.

It moved straight toward Elena's neck.

CHAPTER THREE

"Wow," Elena breathed.

The Hamptons estate appeared at the end of a long, winding private road, framed by ancient oaks whose branches arched overhead like protective arms.

 Tree-lined driveways always looked like something out of a dream she had never dared to entertain...too pristine, too cinematic. White clapboard siding glowed faintly against the steel-gray sky, wide windows reflecting the restless Atlantic like mirrors. The house was the kind that seemed too perfect to be inhabited, more sculpture than shelter.

The black SUV rolled to a smooth stop in the circular driveway, gravel crunching under the tires. Jax stepped out first, as always. He scanned the perimeter in a single, practiced sweep left to right, up to the dunes, back to the tree line, his hand resting near his hip where the holster sat low and ready.

Elena followed, slipping out behind him. The air hit her immediately..crisp salt laced with pine, carrying the faint metallic tang of an approaching storm.

 Wind tugged at her loose hair and the edges of her coat. She pulled the wool tighter across her chest.

"Welcome home," Jax said

.

She almost smiled. "Feels more like a fortress."

"That's the idea."

The heavy front door swung open before they reached the porch steps.

 A woman in her mid-fifties stepped out..short silver hair cropped,eyes even sharper..She wore practical black from head to toe, the uniform of someone who made chaos obey schedule.

"Ms. Voss, Mr. Harlan. Everything is set. The crew arrives tomorrow morning at seven sharp. Security sweep finished an hour ago..full perimeter clearance."

Jax gave one curt nod. "Cameras?"

"Active. Motion sensors on the dunes, gate locked and alarmed. Infrared tripwires along the beach access. You're the only ones here tonight."

Elena glanced sideways at him. "Just us?"

The woman offered a small, professional shrug. "Director's orders...Quiet before the storm. Gives the location time to breathe."

Jax thanked her with another nod. She disappeared back inside, leaving the porch suddenly vast and exposed.

He bent and lifted Elena's duffel without asking. "After you."

Inside, the house unfolded into wide, light-drenched spaces.

Polished hardwood floors stretched underfoot, cream walls rose high, furniture expensive and deliberately untouched..abstract art that probably cost more than most people's cars.

 Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the ocean like a living canvas...gray water, gray sky, no clear line where one ended and the other began..Just endless, indifferent motion.

Jax set her bag at the foot of the sweeping staircase.

 "Guest rooms are down the hall to the left. Pick whichever you want."

Elena looked up the wide oak stairs. "You're not sleeping on the couch again."

"I'll take a guest room."

She turned fully toward him. "There's one bedroom with a proper lock. And you are the one who said better sightlines."

His jaw ticked once. "I'll manage."

She didn't push..exhaustion sat heavy in her bones and the house felt simultaneously too big and too quiet, the kind of silence that amplified every small sound.

She climbed the stairs alone.

The master suite claimed the entire second floor... a massive king bed dressed in crisp white linens, a sitting area angled toward the windows, a bathroom larger than her first New York apartment. 

She dropped her bag on the upholstered bench at the foot of the bed and crossed to the glass.

The view stretched forever...endless gray sea under an endless gray sky. No horizon, only dissolution.

Footsteps behind her...soft and deliberate.

Jax stood in the doorway, arms crossed, filling the frame without effort. "You good?"

She didn't turn. "Definitely."

He stepped inside anyway...closed the door behind him.

 Which clicked louder than it should have in the hush.

She finally looked at him. "You think Victoria did it? The photo from this morning?"

"Possibly. She has access, motive, means."

Elena wrapped her arms around herself. "She hates me that much?"

"She doesn't hate you." Jax's voice stayed even. "She hates losing control."

Elena studied his face. The thin white scar on his left temple caught the dim, diffused light from the window. She crossed the room slowly, stopping a foot away.

"Tell me about her."

He exhaled through his nose. "We met in the service. She was intel smart, driven, ruthless when she needed to be. We got married fast and divorced faster. She wanted structure. I wanted out."

"And now she's watching us."

"Not us." His eyes held hers. "Me."

Elena took another half-step closer. "She thinks I'm taking you away."

He didn't move. "She thinks I'm letting you."

The space between them shrank without either of them stepping forward. Elena could feel the heat radiating off him,She lifted her hand slowly. Fingertips brushed the scar on his temple.

He didn't flinch.

"How did this happen?" she asked again, softer this time

.

"Training accident. The knife slipped..i thought I was invincible."

Her thumb traced the pale curve. "You still think that?"

"No."

Her hand slid down to his jaw..rough stubble rasped under her palm. His eyes darkened, pupils expanding.

"Elena."

She rose on her toes and pressed her mouth to his.m

He froze for half a heartbeat...long enough for doubt to flicker through her.

Then his hands came up.

 One cupped the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair. The other slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him. He kissed her back like he'd been waiting years for permission.

It wasn't gentle.

It was hungry, desperate, every rule he'd ever followed snapping in half at once.

She opened for him...tasted coffee, salt, something darker..surrender, maybe,his fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head so he could go deeper.

She made a small, involuntary sound against his mouth..half moan, half relief and he answered with a low growl that vibrated through her chest.

They stumbled backward. Her spine met the wall beside the window, cool glass against her back, his heat everywhere else.

His hand slid under her sweater, palm flat and warm against her bare stomach. Skin to skin. She arched into the contact.

"Jax..."

He pulled back just enough to look at her, breathing ragged.

 "We shouldn't."

"I know."

Neither moved.

She reached for the hem of his shirt, tugged it upward. He helped her yank it over his head.

 Scars everywhere..thin silver lines across his ribs, a puckered burn near his collarbone, older marks faded to white.

She traced them with reverent fingertips. He shivered.

"Your turn," he murmured..

.

He peeled her sweater off slowly, then unhooked her bra with practiced ease...Cold air hit her skin,his gaze dropped, dark and reverent.

He bent, mouth finding the curve of her neck, then lower. She gasped when his lips closed over her nipple, tongue flicking slow, deliberate circles.

Her hands went to his belt, fumbling with nerves and need. He helped..jeans hit the floor, boxers followed.

He lifted her like she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. Back still braced against the wall.

He paused there, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard.

"Tell me to stop."

She shook her head. "Don't you dare."

He entered her in one slow, deep thrust.

They both groaned.

He stilled, letting her adjust, letting them both feel it the stretch, the fullness, the impossible rightness.

 Then he moved slowly at first, deliberate, every slide pulling a new sound from her throat. She clung to his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into muscle.

His mouth found hers again, swallowing her gasps.

The rhythm built..faster and harder. The window rattled faintly behind her with each thrust.

She felt it coiling low in her belly, tight and bright and inevitable.

"Jax..."

"I've got you," he rasped.

She did.

The release crashed through her like a wave..sharp, blinding, endless. She cried out against his mouth. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep, shuddering through it with a low, broken sound that might have been her name.

They stayed locked together for long minutes. Foreheads pressed. Breathing synced...The ocean rolled outside like nothing had changed.

Everything had.

He carried her to the bed, laid her down gently. Pulled the covers over them both. Wrapped an arm around her waist, her back to his chest.

She laced her fingers through his.

"Regrets?" she whispered.

"None."

She turned in his arms. Kissed him softly this time..slow, sweet, lingering.

"Me either."

Outside, the wind picked up. The house creaked in answer.

Somewhere in the dark, a tiny red light blinked on.

Neither of them saw it.

Elena drifted toward sleep, Jax's heartbeat steady against her spine.

Then..soft, almost inaudible..a single word drifted through the room.

Not from the wind.

Not from the ocean.

From inside the walls.

"Elena..."

Her eyes snapped open.

Jax's arm tightened around her instantly. He heard it too.

The voice came again..low, intimate, like a lover murmuring against her ear.

"Sweet dreams, darling."

A faint electronic click.

The red light on the hidden camera flared brighter for one heartbeat, then went dark.

The house lights followed.

Total, suffocating black.

Then Jax's voice..deadly calm...right against her ear

"Stay exactly where you are."

A floorboard creaked directly beneath the bed.

Someone was already inside the room.

6

"You meant it?" she asked softly. "About not going anywhere."

His hands settled on her hips..warm, steady. "Every word."

She kissed him.

It started slow, with comfort..lips brushing, breathing shared.

 Then it deepened. His fingers tightened on her hips. Her own slid into his hair, tugging lightly. They stumbled backward until her spine met the edge of the wide oak desk. Papers slid to the floor in a soft cascade.

She tugged at his shirt. He yanked it over his head in one impatient motion.

Scars everywhere...familiar now, loved now. Thin silver lines across his ribs, the puckered burn near his collarbone, the faint graze along his side.

 She traced them with reverent fingertips. He shivered under her touch.

Her top followed. Bra unhooked with practiced ease. His mouth found her neck, her collarbone, lower. She gasped when his lips closed over her nipple, tongue circling slow and deliberate.

He lifted her onto the desk in one smooth motion. Her legs parted instinctively. His hips slotted between them, pressing close.

Clothes came off in hurried, desperate layers..jeans shoved down, underwear pushed aside.

He entered her in one slow, deep thrust.

They both stilled...Breathed. Felt the stretch, the fullness, the perfect fit.

Then he moved..deep, steady, every roll of his hips pulling a soft moan from her throat. She clung to him...His mouth returned to her breast, sucking gently while his hand slid between them, thumb finding the exact rhythm she needed.

The desk creaked beneath them. The room smelled like them.. sweat and sex and something deeper.

She felt it building again...tight, bright, unstoppable.

"Jax," she moaned, voice breaking.

"I've got you," he rasped against her skin.

She shattered...clenching around him, crying out against his shoulder as the wave crashed through her. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep, groaning her name like a vow, shuddering through the release.

They stayed locked together, panting, hearts slamming in tandem.

He kissed her forehead...slow, calm, grounding.

"I'm not letting her near you," he whispered.

She smiled against his skin. "We won't let her."

A sharp knock cracked through the quiet..three fast, deliberate raps on the study door.

They froze.

Then Victoria's voice low and venomous...filtered through the wood like ice.

"Open the door, Jax. I have the photos. All of them."

Elena's breath caught in her throat.

Jax's arms tightened around her like steel bands.

The handle turned...slowly, deliberately.

The lock was held.

But the threat was already inside

CHAPTER FOUR

HANDS THAT REMEMBER

The waves whispered softly against the shore, like a lullaby meant only for the sand.

Elena had come out to the wide deck alone, needing the salt wind to scour away the weight of the morning...the way Jax's hands had felt on her skin hours earlier, still lingering like a promise she wasn't sure she deserved.

The memory of his touch kept surfacing unbidden..rough palms sliding over her ribs, fingers threading through her hair, the low rasp of his breath against her throat.

It made her cheeks warm even now, standing in the open air.

Luke was already there.

He leaned against the railing, forearms braced on the weathered wood, staring at the water like he owned every acre of it.

White linen shirt rolled to the elbows, sunglasses pushed carelessly into his sun-bleached hair.

He looked effortless, golden, the way he always did when he wanted someone to notice how perfectly the light caught him.

"You disappeared," he said without turning. "After our little chat earlier."

"I needed air."

He glanced over his shoulder...that easy, practiced smile curved his mouth. "Plenty of air out here."

She stayed near the glass doors leading back into the house. Didn't close the distance.

Luke straightened slowly, hands sliding into his pockets as he walked toward her. Deliberate steps, unhurried.

"You've been different since we got to the Hamptons...Quiet, Happier, maybe or just... distracted."

Elena met his eyes..steady hazel, always too knowing. "I'm fine."

He stopped a few feet away..close enough that she could smell the salt on his skin mixed with his cologne..something sharp, expensive and citrus-edged.

"You don't have to pretend with me, Elena...i see it. The way you look at him. The way he looks at you like you're the only thing keeping him upright."

Her stomach tightened. "This isn't a conversation we need to have."

"It is if you're making a mistake." His voice dropped, softer now..."He's your bodyguard. That's the job..When the job ends, he leaves. I'm not going anywhere."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know you deserve someone who can stand next to you in the light. Not in the shadows behind you."

He reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away and brushed his fingers along her bare arm. Light and testing.

The touch was warm, deliberate and lingering just long enough to make her skin prickle.

Elena stepped back. "Don't."

His hand dropped. The smile stayed, but it no longer reached his eyes. "You're shaking."

"I'm not."

"You are." He tilted his head, studying her. "Are you sure about him? What happens when the cameras stop rolling and the checks clear?"

The words landed like a small, stinging slap. She felt heat rise in her throat. "I've thought about it. I'm still here."

Luke held her gaze for a long beat. Then something shifted in his expression...charm giving way to something colder, sharper, almost calculating.

"Fine," he said quietly.

"But when it blows up... don't expect me to be the one who picks up the pieces."

He turned and walked past her, his shoulder brushing hers on purpose enough pressure to register as deliberate.

She didn't flinch. Didn't move until his footsteps faded down the hallway and the glass door clicked shut behind him.

The house felt colder when she stepped back inside. She moved through the wide hallway on bare feet, silent on the hardwood, needing to find Jax.

Needing to tell him what had just happened before the words festered into something uglier.

Voices stopped her outside the study door...half-open, spilling warm lamplight into the corridor.

Jax's tone was low, controlled, edged with something dangerous and a woman's voice..sharp, venomous and unmistakable.

"...you really think you can just end this?" Victoria was saying.

"After everything I've done for you? For him?"

"You did nothing for me," Jax answered flatly. "You used me and now you're trying to use her."

A bitter laugh, short and cutting. "She's a client, Jax.When the check clears, you'll be gone and she'll be alone again."

Silence stretched..thick, electric.

Then Jax's voice, quiet and final: "I'm not going anywhere."

Elena pushed the door open.

They both turned.

Victoria's eyes narrowed to slits. "Eavesdropping now?"

Jax stepped toward Elena immediately, positioning himself slightly in front of her...protective instinct, automatic. His body blocked half the room from Victoria's line of sight.

Victoria looked between them, lips curling. "This is pathetic."

"Get out," Jax said.

Victoria's smile was thin and vicious. "You'll regret that."

She brushed past Elena on her way out, heels clicking sharp against the floor like gunfire..the front door slammed a moment later, the sound echoing through the empty house.

Jax exhaled through his nose. "She's been calling all morning.

Threatening to pull strings, leak stories, anything to get a reaction."

Elena locked the study door behind her..slow twist of the bolt, deliberate. She crossed the room to him, took his face in both hands. His stubble rasped against her palms.

"You meant it?" she asked softly. "About not going anywhere."

His hands settled on her hips..warm, steady. "Every word."

She kissed him.

It started slow, with comfort..lips brushing, breathing shared.

Then it deepened. His fingers tightened on her hips. Her own slid into his hair, tugging lightly. They stumbled backward until her spine met the edge of the wide oak desk. Papers slid to the floor in a soft cascade.

She tugged at his shirt. He yanked it over his head in one impatient motion.

Scars everywhere...familiar now, loved now. Thin silver lines across his ribs, the puckered burn near his collarbone, the faint graze along his side.

She traced them with reverent fingertips. He shivered under her touch.

Her top followed. Bra unhooked with practiced ease. His mouth found her neck, her collarbone, lower. She gasped when his lips closed over her nipple, tongue circling slow and deliberate.

He lifted her onto the desk in one smooth motion. Her legs parted instinctively. His hips slotted between them, pressing close.

Clothes came off in hurried, desperate layers..jeans shoved down, underwear pushed aside.

He entered her in one slow, deep thrust.

They both stilled...Breathed. Felt the stretch, the fullness, the perfect fit.

Then he moved..deep, steady, every roll of his hips pulling a soft moan from her throat. She clung to him...His mouth returned to her breast, sucking gently while his hand slid between them, thumb finding the exact rhythm she needed.

The desk creaked beneath them. The room smelled like them.. sweat and sex and something deeper.

She felt it building again...tight, bright, unstoppable.

"Jax," she moaned, voice breaking.

"I've got you," he rasped against her skin.

She shattered...clenching around him, crying out against his shoulder as the wave crashed through her. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep, groaning her name like a vow, shuddering through the release.

They stayed locked together, panting, hearts slamming in tandem.

He kissed her forehead...slow, calm, grounding.

"I'm not letting her near you," he whispered.

She smiled against his skin. "We won't let her."

A sharp knock cracked through the quiet..three fast, deliberate raps on the study door.

They froze.

Then Victoria's voice low and venomous...filtered through the wood like ice.

"Open the door, Jax. I have the photos. All of them."

Elena's breath caught in her throat.

Jax's arms tightened around her like steel bands.

The handle turned...slowly, deliberately.

The lock was held.

But the threat was already inside