Before they could properly start, a sharp clatter came. Something had dropped to the floor.
Both of their heads snapped toward the door.
Amelia stood there, wide-eyed, frozen in shock.
Valentina's blood ran cold. Panic crashed through her.
For a long second, the room seemed to stop breathing. The air hung heavy, thick with silence, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner.
Amelia's voice hurried, awkward. "I-I'm sorry for… disturbing you." She turned toward the door. "I'll go."
But Jace pulled his cock from Valentina's ass and spoke smoothly, as if nothing had happened.
"Amelia, wait. I forgot to ask you something."
He stepped down from the bed, naked.
Amelia, still facing the door, stammered, "I-It's okay, you can… say it on the set… tomorrow."
Jace smirked. "No. It's very important."
His footsteps carried him closer until he stood just inches behind her, his cock brushing against her.
