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“Yes sweetheart,” I say as I press my hands against her soft ass as leverage.

A groan escapes my lips as I follow her, every nerve in my body igniting as I hold her close, my hands pressing her hips against mine as we ride out the intensity together.

When her body finally relaxes, she collapses against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. I brush her hair back from her face, pressing a kiss to her temple as my heart gradually slows.

“You’re... incredible,” I murmur, still catching my breath.

She lifts her head slightly to meet my gaze, a tired but genuine smile playing on her lips. “That was... something else.”

I chuckle softly, tightening my arms around her. “You can say that again.”

For a while, we simply hold each other, the room quiet except for the sound of our breathing. And I know with surety that there’s no going back from here.

CHAPTER 15

JAX

The patioof the restaurant is buzzing with chatter and the clinking of silverware against plates. It’s one of those sunny afternoons where the air feels light and inviting. Marcus sits across from me, adjusting his glasses like he’s trying to decipher some grand mystery. Honestly, I’m surprised he agreed to meet me. Marcus and I aren’t exactly tight. He’s more Ethan’s speed—calm, analytical, and definitely the smartest guy in the room.

Me? I'm just the guy who brings the laughs and a bit of charm. At least, that's how it's always felt.

"Marcus, glad you could make it," I say.

He raises an eyebrow but at least he doesn’t call me on my shit right away. "You sounded... eager on the phone. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, everything's good," I reply, maybe a bit too quickly. "Just thought it'd be nice to catch up, you know?

He studies me for a moment, adjusting his glasses. "We don't usually do this—just the two of us."

I shrug, trying to appear casual. "Figured it's time to change that. Besides, we've been working together more closely lately."

"Fair enough," he concedes, picking up the menu. "Any recommendations?"

"The burgers here are solid," I say. “But you can’t go wrong with the salads either.”

A waiter swings by to take our orders. Marcus opts for the grilled chicken salad, confirming my guess, while I stick with the classic bacon cheeseburger. Once the waiter leaves, an awkward silence settles between us.

"So," Marcus says, breaking the ice. "What's new?"

I take a sip of my water, gathering my thoughts. "I've been thinking a lot about Love Lab."

He nods slowly. "Oh? Something specific?"

"Yeah." I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table. "I want to be more involved."

"Involved how?" His eyes show genuine curiosity.

"Well, you and Ethan handle most of the behind-the-scenes stuff. Planning episodes, strategizing, all that. I feel like I'm just... there. The guy who shows up when the camera's rolling."

"You're more than that," he says earnestly. "Your personality brings a lot to the table. You're the one who keeps things lively."

I appreciate the sentiment, but it doesn't quite hit the mark. "I get that, but I want to contribute more. Ideas, planning—maybe even some of the technical stuff. I don't want to just be the face; I want to be part of the foundation."

Marcus sits back, considering my words. "That's commendable. Any particular area you're interested in?"

"Well, I was thinking I could help brainstorm new episode concepts. Maybe even learn some of the editing from Ethan."

He smiles slightly. "Ethan would probably appreciate the help. Editing can be a heavy workload."

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