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The silence thickened, stretched taut between Tasha’s wicked dare and the massive figure standing just beyond the edge of the light. Then—

“I do want to fuck,” the guard said, his voice low and deliberate. He took another heavy step forward, flashlight dangling forgotten in one thick fist, his boots grinding against the gravel.

Tasha grinned, her hips still grinding lazily into Cam’s thrusts. “Yeah?” she purred. “Thought so.”

But the man didn’t look at her.

His eyes were locked on Emily.

“Not you.”

He raised his hand, callused fingers pointing with a slow certainty.

“I want her.”

Emily’s breath hitched.

He was pointing straight at her—still naked, still flushed and trembling, still wrapped around Jake’s cock as he moved her up and down. Her chest rose and fell in stuttering gasps, her nipples hard in the night air, her skin sticky with sweat and arousal. The air around her seemed to shift, tighten.

The guard stepped forward again, his gaze never wavering. “You look like you need it,” he said simply. “More than her.”

His voice wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t cruel.

It was sure.

“I can see it in your face,” he added, nodding toward her lips—swollen and parted—and her thighs, still quivering from Jake’s last thrust. “That ache. That desperation. Like no one’s really fucked you in a long time.”

Emily stared.

Her skin prickled. Her pussy clenched.

Jake’s hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place. But he'd stopped moving. Didn’t thrust.

He waited.

The guard’s eyes flicked briefly to him. “Out.”

Jake’s jaw worked once. Then he looked up at Emily—silent question in his eyes.

Still, she didn’t speak.