It was past midnight when she arrived.
The streets were silent. The town slept behind dark windows and locked doors. But the garage lights were on.
Of course they were.
He always knew.
Jade didn’t bother with excuses this time. She wore a loose dress and nothing beneath it. Her thighs already slick just from the drive. Her heart pounded like she was going to war, but her body — her body already surrendered.
She stepped through the half-open door, the heavy metal creaking like a warning. Inside, it smelled like heat and iron. Sweat and smoke. Like him.
And there he was.
Leaning against the same car hood where he’d bent her over last time, arms crossed, shirtless. His jeans rode low, smeared with grease. His chest glistened under the overhead light. His dark eyes locked onto hers like
