Riley had been watching her new neighbor for weeks. Jax Kane… tall, broad-shouldered, ex-Navy SEAL with a body carved from pure discipline. Late one night, he knocked on her door.
“Training exercise tonight,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Stealth insertion. You in, or are you scared?”
Riley’s pulse raced. “What kind of training?”
“The kind where you learn to take orders and handle extreme physical stress.” His eyes raked over her tight tank top and shorts. “Be ready in five. Wear something easy to move in… and easy to remove.”
She met him outside in black leggings and a sports bra. Jax wore tactical gear that hugged his massive chest and powerful thighs. “Rule one: total silence unless I tell you to speak. Rule two: you obey every command. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Riley whispere
