Chapter 7

Chris had another “business trip” coming up, which both Megan and Jalen knew was bullshit. Chris wasn’t flying out for work. Chris was meeting up with another woman, however this suited Jalen just fine, because while Chris was off doing whatever the hell he wanted, Jalen was going to do something Chris had never done. He was going to give Megan a night that made her feel like the most important woman in the world.

Jalen booked a luxury suite at the Westin Peachtree Plaza. He had to dip into a chunk of his savings to do it, but he felt like this would be worth it. The suite is gorgeous. Floor-to-ceiling windows with a skyline view. A kitchen so he could cook her something with his own hands. A plush king-sized bed waiting for her at the end of the night. But it wasn’t just about the luxury. It was about the details. Candles. Rose petals. Muscadine wine, a Southern favorite, rich and sweet, just like the night he had planned for them. And then, The final touch.

Jalen sent Megan a text message via Facebook Messenger.

Jalen: “I want to take you out this weekend. Friday night. But not just anywhere. I want you to dress up. Wear something that makes you feel like the most beautiful and powerful woman in the world. I’ll handle the rest.”

He hoped she would see it. He wasn’t sure if she ever even checked Facebook. To his relief, she responded about an hour later.

Megan: “Jalen ... what are you up to?”

Jalen: “Something Chris never has. Just trust me.”

A pause. Then...

Megan: “What time?”

Jalen: “I’ll send you the details soon. Just be ready for me.”

And with that, it was set.

Jalen arrives first, setting everything up.

He unpacks fresh ingredients in the kitchen, ready to cook a handmade Italian dinner. He spreads rose petals across the bed and around the candle-lit dining table. He puts on a crisp black suit, clean-cut and sharp. He sets out the Muscadine wine, pouring two glasses. He plays soft jazz in the background, setting the perfect mood.

Everything was perfect. Now he just had to wait for her. And when Megan finally arrived? Jalen’s breath caught in his throat. Because she was already a stunning woman, but she had taken it up to a whole other level now.

Megan walked in, dressed in a long, silky crimson-red gown that clung to her curves like it was made for her. Her dark waves cascaded down her back, framing her striking blue eyes and full, red lips. She had freshly manicured acrylic nails painted in a nude color. Her golden Christian Louboutin ‘So Kate’ style high-heeled pumps clicked softly against the hotel floor as she stepped inside, looking around at the setup, then back at him. Jalen could see it in her eyes. The surprise. The appreciation. The emotion. Because this? This was the first time in years that someone had put this much effort into making her feel special.

Jalen smiled, stepping forward. “You look incredible, Megan.”

Megan exhaled, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “And you, Jalen ... look like trouble.”

Jalen chuckled, offering her a glass of Muscadine wine. “Then you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

Megan sat at the beautifully set table, her fingers lightly tracing the delicate stem of her wine glass. She watched as Jalen moved in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up slightly, his strong hands plating the food with careful precision. The warm, rich aroma of Penne Fettuccine Alfredo filled the air, blending with the faint scent of vanilla candles and the musky cologne Jalen wore. Beside the pasta, he had prepared a fresh Caesar salad, the crisp green of the romaine lettuce vibrant against the candlelight. The Muscadine wine sat between them, deep and ruby-colored, just waiting to be savored. And Megan? Megan could barely breathe. Because this was real effort. Real intention. Real thoughtfulness. Not an expensive dinner in a crowded restaurant. Not a careless, last-minute reservation. Not a box of jewelry as an afterthought. This was different. This was a man cooking for her. Setting the table for her. Thinking about her. And for the first time in a very, very long time, she felt wanted. Not as a trophy. Not as a convenience. Not as someone’s wife. But as Megan. And that? That was how she knew she was already falling for him. Jalen set the last plate down and looked up, meeting Megan’s eyes. She was staring at him, her blue eyes soft, almost unreadable.

Jalen smirked, sitting across from her. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start thinking you’re in love with me or something.”

Megan let out a soft, breathy laugh, shaking her head. But she didn’t deny it. Instead, she picked up her wine glass, swirling the dark liquid. “You put a lot of effort into this.”

Jalen shrugged, picking up his own glass. “Of course I did.”

Megan tilted her head slightly, eyes still locked onto him. “Why?”

Jalen exhaled, leaning forward slightly. “Because you deserve it.”

Megan’s throat tightened. Because no one had ever said that to her before. Not Chris. Not anyone. And the worst part? She had almost forgotten she did.

Jalen picked up his fork, watching her as he took a bite. “So? Tell me how I did.”

Megan smirked, twirling some pasta around her fork and taking a slow bite. The creamy, garlicky Alfredo sauce melted in her mouth, perfectly paired with the rich pasta and the hint of herbs he had added. She closed her eyes for a second, letting out a small, satisfied hum.

Jalen grinned. “That good, huh?”

Megan opened her eyes, smirking as she wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “You should’ve been a chef.”

Jalen chuckled. “I like building things with my hands. Cooking is kinda the same thing.”

Megan watched him as he spoke, taking in every detail. The way his deep voice carried in the quiet space. The way he held himself, calm and confident but never arrogant. The way he paid attention to her, like she was the only thing that mattered in this moment. It wasn’t just the dinner. It was him. This was who Jalen really was. And Megan was falling ... hard.

They finished dinner and Jalen poured two fresh glasses of Muscadine wine, the deep red liquid catching the candlelight as he handed one to Megan.

She took it wordlessly, her blue eyes lingering on the rim for a moment before finally exhaling. “I don’t talk about Chris much.”

Jalen leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully. He didn’t push. Didn’t press. He just let her speak at her own pace. And for the first time in a long time, Megan actually wanted to.

Megan swirled the wine in her glass, her voice measured. “I met Chris when I was 23. My mom and I were in trouble--financially, legally, every way you can think of. Chris was the attorney who helped get us out of it. And ... he took an interest in me. Told me I was beautiful. That I was special. That I deserved more than the life I was born into.”

She let out a soft, bitter chuckle. “At the time, I was struggling just to survive. So, when this rich, charming lawyer swooped in and said he wanted to take care of me? I thought I’d won the lottery.”

Jalen didn’t say anything. But Megan could see it in his eyes. He already knew exactly where this was going. Megan took a sip of wine before continuing.

“At first, it felt like a fairytale. He took me to expensive places, bought me things, made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. He proposed after two years. My mom was ecstatic--she thought I had secured the best future possible. I thought so too.”

She paused. Then, her lips pressed into a tight line. “But after we got married? Everything changed.”

Jalen tilted his head slightly. “How so?”

Megan exhaled, rubbing her thumb along the stem of the wine glass. “I stopped being a person and started being ... a possession. A trophy. Something to be shown off when convenient and ignored when not. I wasn’t allowed to work. He made sure I was financially dependent on him. The prenup he made me sign guarantees I get nothing if I leave.”

She swallowed. “And the worst part? The man I fell for--the charming, loving version of Chris--wasn’t even real. He was just the mask he wore to get me.”

Jalen’s jaw tensed. Because he had seen this story before. Different men. Different women. Same game. And he hated it.

Megan let out a slow breath. “Chris isn’t just selfish. He’s ... dangerous in ways most people don’t see. He uses people. Manipulates them. He knows exactly how to twist situations in his favor.”

She took another sip of wine. “He’s also a serial cheater.”

Jalen’s eyes flickered. “You’re sure?”

Megan let out a dry laugh. “He doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. Different cities. Different women. I found emails, texts, hotel charges. He knows I know, but he also knows I can’t leave without walking away with nothing. So, he doesn’t care.”

Jalen’s grip on his glass tightened. Because this wasn’t just a bad marriage. This was a cage. And Megan? Megan was just now realizing how badly she wanted out. Megan set her glass down, looking directly at Jalen now. Her voice dropped, softer now.

“I know I should’ve left a long time ago. But when you’ve spent years believing that something is just the way it is, you stop questioning it. You stop thinking you deserve more.”

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “But then ... I met you.”

Jalen’s breath caught. Megan leaned forward slightly, her blue eyes shining with something raw, something unguarded. “You saw me, Jalen. Before I even saw myself again. And that? That woke something up in me.” She exhaled, almost laughing to herself. “And now, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Silence. Jalen held her gaze, his own emotions carefully restrained. Because he knew that Megan had just admitted something huge. Something dangerous. And now? They both had to decide what came next.

“We need to get you out of this marriage,” Jalen said.

Megan stared at Jalen, her breath catching in her throat. “We?”

Jalen leaned forward; his dark eyes steady, unwavering. “Yes. We.”

Megan blinked, trying to process what he was saying. Jalen wasn’t just telling her to leave. He was saying he would stand by her while she did it. He was saying she wouldn’t have to do this alone. And that? That was the first time in years someone had fought for her. Not for her looks. Not for her body. But for her freedom.

Megan exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “Jalen, you don’t know what you’re saying. Chris isn’t just going to let me go. He’s going to make this hell for me.”

Jalen leaned back, his expression calm, but serious. “Then we’ll be ready for it.”

Megan let out a soft, almost shaky laugh. “You don’t get it. He has power. Influence. Lawyers who owe him favors. He’s not just some husband I can leave ... he’s the type who’ll try to ruin me for doing it.”

Jalen’s jaw tightened. He knew men like Chris. Men who needed control. Men who didn’t care who they hurt, as long as they stayed on top. But that? That didn’t scare him. What scared him was letting Megan stay trapped. Jalen stood up, walking over to her side of the table. Megan watched him, heart pounding as he knelt down beside her chair, looking directly into her eyes. His voice dropped, quiet but filled with certainty.

“Megan, listen to me. I know this won’t be easy. I know Chris is powerful. I know he’s going to fight back.” He reached for her hand, his warmth steadying her. “But you are not alone in this. Not anymore. You want out? You’ve got me.”

Megan’s throat tightened. Because this was real. Jalen wasn’t just talking. He was willing to stand in the fire with her. And no one, not any other man in her life, certainly not Chris, had ever done that before. Megan exhaled, tears burning at the edges of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She looked down at Jalen, at the man who had changed everything for her. And then, for the first time in years ... She made a choice for herself. “Okay.”

Jalen squeezed her hand, nodding once. “Okay.”

They looked at each other for a moment until... “Now,” Jalen says extending a hand, “Will do me the honor of dancing with me?”

Megan stared at Jalen’s extended hand, her heart still pounding from everything they had just decided. This was happening. She was going to leave Chris. And Jalen? Jalen was going to be by her side while she did it. But for tonight, for just one moment, she didn’t want to think about the fight ahead. She didn’t want to think about Chris, or lawyers, or the chaos waiting for her. She just wanted to feel. So, she took his hand.

Jalen’s strong fingers curled around hers, warm and steady, grounding her. And then he gently pulled her into his arms. The soft hum of jazz music played through the suite, a slow, sensual rhythm filling the air. Jalen’s hand rested on the small of her back, holding her close but still giving her space to breathe. Megan placed her hand on his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath the fabric of his crisp suit. And for the first time in a long, long time ... She felt safe. She let her body relax, let herself lean into him, let herself just ... be. Jalen swayed them gently, his movements smooth, effortless, like he had done this a hundred times before. And Megan? Megan let herself fall deeper. Not just into the dance. But into him. Jalen looked down at her, his voice low, deep, intimate.

“You know, you deserve this feeling, Megan. Every day. Not just for a weekend. Not just when someone decides to pay attention.”

Megan’s chest tightened. Because she knew. She knew he was right. She lifted her head, locking eyes with him, her voice barely above a whisper. “Then don’t let me forget it.”

Jalen’s hand tightened slightly on her waist. “I won’t.”

Silence. The music played on. The world outside didn’t exist. And in this moment, with Jalen’s arms around her, with his warmth against hers, with his words still hanging in the air, Megan had never felt more sure of what she needed to do.

Megan looked up at Jalen, her breathing uneven, her heart racing. The way he held her, firm, steady, safe. The way he looked at her like she was something worth protecting. And in this moment, with the soft music playing, the candlelight flickering, and the world outside falling away, she didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t stop herself. She just acted. She leaned in.

And when their lips met. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was everything. Jalen groaned softly as Megan’s lips pressed against his, her body melting into his. His hand tightened on her waist, pulling her even closer. Her fingers slid up his chest, curling around the back of his neck, anchoring herself to him as she kissed him deeper. And God, she had kissed men before. But never like this. Never with this much hunger. Never with this much need. Never with this much feeling. Jalen’s lips moved slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring her, like he wasn’t in any rush to end this moment. And Megan? Megan let herself fall. Because for the first time in years, she was kissing a man who actually saw her. A man who wanted her, not just as a prize, not just as a conquest, but as a woman. And that? That made her kiss him even harder. Jalen pulled back first, just enough to look her in the eyes. Both of them were breathing hard, their lips swollen, red, and hungry for more.

Jalen’s thumb traced along her cheekbone, his voice rough and low. “Damn, girl.”

Megan let out a soft laugh, her fingers still tangled in the back of his hair. “Yeah...” she whispered; voice unsteady. “That was...”

She didn’t even have the words. Because how do you explain a kiss that shakes your whole world?

Jalen smirked slightly, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “We should stop.”

Megan swallowed, nodding. “We should.”

Neither of them moved. Because stopping? Stopping felt impossible.

“But I don’t want to,” Megan said finally.

“Me neither,” Jalen responded.

“Go sit on that chair over there, then,” Megan ordered softly.

Jalen did as he’s told. Megan walked up to him, her gold ‘So Kate’ heels clicking against the hard floor. She reached Jalen and kneeled down in front of him. She and her long acrylic nails began to unbuckle his belt. Jalen watched her, his breathing uneven, his hands gripping the arms of the chair. Her gold high-heeled pumps gleamed under the soft candlelight, the sharp clicks against the floor still echoing in his head. And now? Now she was on her knees, looking up at him with those intense, piercing blue eyes. Her fingers and nails moved with practiced ease, slowly unbuckling his belt and sliding down the zipper of his pants. And all Jalen could do ... was watch. Watch as Megan took exactly what she wanted. Watch as she showed him just how far she was willing to go. Because she wasn’t just giving in to desire. She was reclaiming her own power. And that? That made her even more dangerous. Megan freed Jalen from his boxers and took a moment to admire his god-like dick. It stood like a tower as if it was erected to honor her and her alone. Her red lips parted slightly, her breathing soft and warm against his skin of the tip.

“He looks ready for me.” She said with a devilish smirk.

She wasn’t wrong. The minute Megan’s hands had started on his belt buckle, his cock practically leaped out of his pants and was essentially fully hard by the time she’d pulled it from under his boxers. Jalen groaned, his head leaning back, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as Megan took her time. She wasn’t just doing this. She was savoring it. Owning it. Her tongue teased him first, slow, deliberate ... A promise before the real thing.

And then? She went for it. Her mouth wrapped fully around him, her red lipstick marking every inch of his shaft as she worked her way down, slow and controlled. Hot. Wet. Deep. She didn’t start gentle. She went slow, yes, but she made sure he felt every single inch as her lips glided down his shaft. Her tongue curled around him, teasing the underside, dragging up as she pulled back and licked the tip with agonizing precision. Jalen exhaled hard, hand tightening on the arms of the chair. Megan looked up at him--eyes locked to his, mouth full of his cock, cheeks hollowing as she began to bob her head faster, deeper. The wet sounds of her mouth echoed faintly in the suite. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in slightly as she lost herself in it--sucking, swallowing, letting spit coat his shaft as she worked him with hunger and skill. Jalen’s hand found her hair--gripping tight, but not forcing. Just holding. Steadying. Grounding himself as her pace quickened.

Jalen let out a deep exhale, his muscles tensing beneath her touch. Damn, she was good. And the worst part? She knew it. Megan kept her pace deliberate, making sure he felt every second of her attention. Her nude-colored nails glided along his thighs, just enough to tease and torment. Then, she added her hands, using a slow, twisting motion to follow the path of her lips, building pressure, building heat, making him lose himself. Jalen gritted his teeth, his breathing ragged. His eyes dropped to watch her, the sight of her down there, still dressed in that gorgeous red gown and heels, completely focused on his pleasure. Damn. He was done for.

“Fuck, Megan...”

Her moan vibrated around him. He throbbed against her tongue, hips flexing involuntarily, his control slipping with every stroke of her mouth. And then she took him all the way down, nose pressed to his stomach, throat swallowing around the full length of him and she held. Jalen almost lost it right there.

“Jesus--” he breathed, his head tilting back, eyes squeezed shut.

She held for as long as she could before her gag reflex finally kicked in, forcing her to pull back, lips glistening, eyes wild. Her hand kept stroking him as she regathered herself, licking her lips and whispering, “You gonna come for me, baby?”

Jalen looked down at her, chest rising, cock slick and hard in her grip. “Keep going.”

She smiled and then put her mouth back on his cock. One hand pumping. The other now massaging his scrotum. She took him deep again, faster now. Relentless. Filthy. Focused. Jalen’s breathing grew heavier, his muscles tensing beneath her touch. Megan knew he was close. She could feel it in the way his thighs tightened, in the way his hands clenched the chair, in the way his breath hitched every time her tongue teased him just right. She wasn’t stopping. Not until she had all of him. Her lips stayed wrapped around him, her red lipstick leaving marks all the way down, her tongue working him over with slow, expert precision. Her hands twisted and stroked, working in perfect rhythm with her mouth, dragging him deeper and deeper into the pleasure. Jalen let out a low, strained groan, his jaw tightening as he fought to hold on, but Megan wasn’t letting him. Not tonight. Megan felt the moment his control snapped. His hips tensed beneath her grip, his entire body shuddering as he let out a deep, guttural groan.

Jalen groaned low and deep. “Megan--I’m gonna--”

She didn’t stop. She didn’t flinch. She looked up at him again, eyes daring him.

And then, he exploded. Hot, thick cum, pulsated deep into her mouth as she held him there, swallowing every drop, moaning softly with satisfaction. His hands gripped the chair, his breathing ragged as she took it all without hesitation. When he finally sagged back in the chair, breath ragged, she pulled off him slowly. Megan let out a slow, satisfied hum, licking the tip one last time before she finally pulled back, her blue eyes locking onto his. She swallowed very deliberately, making sure he saw it. And when she licked her lips afterward, smirking as if she’d just had the most indulgent dessert of her life, Jalen let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head.

“You’re something else, Megan.”

Megan stood, her heels clicking against the floor, wiping the smudged lipstick from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She leaned down, placing a single lingering kiss against his jaw.

“I know.”

She smirked, stepping back, tilting her head.

“Now ... what are you going to do about it?”

Jalen leaned back in the chair, still catching his breath, his body pulsing with lingering pleasure. Megan smirked, watching him recover, standing tall in her gold high heels, her lips slightly swollen and smudged from her work. She looked proud of herself. Smug, even. And honestly? She deserved to be.

Jalen ran a hand over his face, letting out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Megan raised a brow, her voice smooth. “And yet ... you seem to like it.”

Jalen exhaled, his dark eyes dragging over her body. “Oh, I do. But now? Now it’s my turn.”

Megan’s smirk faltered, just slightly. Because the way he said it? It sent a thrill down her spine. Jalen stood, his full height towering over her, his hands gripping her waist before she could say another word. Megan let out a soft gasp as he turned her around, pressing her flat against the table, her chest against the cool surface.

His lips brushed against her ear, his voice low, deep, commanding. “I hope you’re ready, Megan.”

Megan let out a soft, breathless laugh, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. “You have no idea how ready I am.”

Jalen smirked. “Good.”

And with that, he gave her everything. Megan barely had time to process before Jalen’s strong hands gripped the back of her dress, slowly lifting it up over her hips. The cool air kissed her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine as she braced herself against the table. She could feel his presence behind her, the heat of him, the energy crackling between them. Her breath hitched as Jalen ran his fingertips over her exposed thighs, trailing up with deliberate slowness.

“You were so eager to please me,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing. “Now it’s my turn.”

Megan’s fingers curled around the table’s edge. Her heart pounded. Her body burned.

Jalen bent down and pulled her red panties off. Megan gracefully stepped out of them as the fell down her legs and onto the floor. Jalen then spread her ass cheeks wide. Megan’s breath hitched again before her mouth curved into a satisfying smile. Jalen then buried his face into her ass. He began to lick her hole. And then the other one.

“Oooooh my gooodd!!!! Fuuuuuckkk yes!!” Megan cried out.

Jalen’s tongue continued to thrash about licking all of the outer area of both her holes. Megan had never had a man willing to eat her ass and pussy out like this. And it felt better than she could have ever imagined. Tidal waves of pleasure continued to surge through her as Jalen’s tongue continued to do the lord’s work back there. Holy shit it felt incredible. Jalen alternated between thrashing his tongue around her g-spot and sucking on her clit. At one point, Megan’s eyes seemingly went into the back of her head from sheer pleasure. As the minutes went by, her climax swelled and swelled, and before she even knew what was happening, it ripped through her like a lightning bolt from Zeus. Megan screamed with pleasure, which reverberated through the entire suite as the orgasm tore through her body. She only hoped no one who might’ve heard her would mistake it as a scream for help. Jalen’s tongue and lips didn’t stop licking and sucking until she was spent. Once she came down from the high, she slumped against the table, trying desperately to catch her breath. But Jalen wasn’t done.

His dick had now recovered and was ready to do a more thorough inspection inside of her vagina. Jalen pulled out his rejuvenated dick and rubbed the tip against the entrance of her vagina teasing the hell out of Megan. God, she wanted it. She wanted to be so thoroughly fucked by him, it was insane.

“Fuck Jalen, just fuck me, please!” She pleaded.

And then ... he pressed inside her. Megan let out a broken gasp, her head dropping as she felt every inch of him stretching her completely. Jalen moved agonizingly slow, making sure she felt everything. Every inch. Every stroke. Every deep, deliberate thrust. Megan’s mouth parted, a helpless moan slipping out as Jalen gripped her waist, his hands firm, possessive. Her gold high heels dug into the floor, giving her just enough leverage to push back against him.

And Jalen? Jalen groaned at the way she clenched around him, how ready, how wet, how perfect she felt. “Damn, Megan...”

Megan bit her lip, her voice shaking. “Jalen--please--”

That was all it took. That single pleading word. Because he lost all restraint. Jalen pulled back only to slam deep into her again, the impact making Megan let out a shocked, desperate cry. And then he did it again. And again. Until there was nothing slow left about it. Just raw, primal need. Just the sound of ass cheeks clapping, of desperate moans, of the table shaking beneath their movements. Megan couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Chris had never made her feel like this. No man had. Only Jalen. He owned her in this moment, every hard stroke sending her closer to the edge as it rubbed her spot just right.

Jalen gritted his teeth, his voice rough, hungry. “This what you wanted?”

Megan moaned, barely able to speak. “Y-yes! Oh my God--yes!”

Jalen smirked against the nape of her neck, his hands gripping her hips tighter, holding her exactly where he wanted her. “Then take it.”

And Megan? Megan did. She took everything he gave her. And she never wanted it to stop. Megan was completely lost in him, in the way Jalen filled her, consumed her, ruined her. Her body burned with pleasure, every deep, relentless thrust sending her closer to the edge, but it still wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed all of him. With a desperate gasp, she reached back blindly, her fingers finding the back of Jalen’s neck.

And before he could react. She pulled him down into a kiss. Their lips crashed together, hungry and reckless, a clash of heat, teeth, and desire. She could taste her own pussy juice on his mouth from when he ate her out a minute ago. Jalen groaned against her mouth, never slowing his pace, never relenting, his hands still gripping her hips, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. Megan moaned into the kiss, her body shaking beneath him, her back arching as she tried to pull him even deeper inside her. Her lipstick smeared across his mouth, but neither of them cared. The kiss was sloppy, desperate, consuming. A reflection of everything they’d been holding back.

And Jalen? Jalen was completely lost in her now. She was his. And he wasn’t stopping until she knew it. Jalen pulled away from the kiss, his breath ragged, his voice deep and rough against her ear. “Come for me again, Megan.”

Somehow, that was all it took to push her over the edge. Megan’s entire body tensed beneath him, her nails digging into the table, her heels slipping against the floor as the pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her body trembling, shaking, completely undone. Jalen held her tight, thrusting through her orgasm, dragging out every last wave of pleasure until she was panting, weak, spent. Megan collapsed onto the table, her cheek resting against the cool surface, her eyes still hazy from the intensity of it all. And behind her? Jalen wasn’t done. Not yet. Not until he gave her everything.