“Welcome to the Casa Del Jordan.”

I step through the door and into the dark entrance of Jordan’s apartment.

We’re both still panting from the trip between the bus stop and his building, which involved a lot of making out, and the walk up the stairs to his floor, which also involved a lot of making out. I’m about ready to just tear myself out of my own clothes, right here in the doorway.

He flicks on the light switch and I stop unbuttoning my coat, forgetting all about the lust raging in me for a second as I let out a gasp.

“You live here?”

I’m staring into a massive loft apartment dominated by panelled windows so huge I feel like I’m being swallowed up by the view of the city’s twinkling lights. The exposed bricks walls seem to stretch for miles above our heads, and as I step farther into the room, my footsteps echo on the dark wooden planks that make up the floor. The place seems newly renovated; I can smell traces of sawdust and paint.

And money. Everything reeks of a whole lot of money.

“What are you, the CEO?” I demand.

Jordan tosses his pea coat onto the rack by the door.

“Just a junior manager,” he says derisively, “with a powerful father who cares a lot about appearances.”

I wander around the room, still gaping. The kitchen is all stainless steel, with a layout more spacious than my entire living room.

“Not a fan of furniture?” I ask.

The rest of the room is empty, save for a nightstand, a bed set up directly on the floor, and a suede couch with a small coffee table in front of it.

“Just didn’t see the point in decorating,” he tells me. “This place doesn’t really feel like home.”

He moves past me to stand in front of one of the towering windows. I hesitate, then walk over to stand behind him. I run my hands up his arms and feel him draw in a breath.

“You really have some family issues, don’t you?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

I wait, giving him a chance to explain. He just stares out the window for awhile as I continue to stroke his arms. He reaches up to wrap a hand around mine.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I kind of killed the mood.”

“You should be,” I joke. “I was expecting a good time, and now I have to stand here and listen to all your rich boy problems.”

In one single motion, he whips around to face me, grabs me by the shoulders, and pushes me to the window so that he’s holding me pinned against the glass.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to be polite?” he snarls, but the corner of his mouth twists up into a grin.

I can already feel a pressure building between my legs.

“Nope,” I say, my voice catching. “I’m as bad as they come.”

He grabs one of my wrists and fixes my arm above my head.

“I hope so,” he murmurs, before pressing his lips to my neck.

I moan as he moves his mouth to my collarbone, tugging the neck of my t-shirt down until he’s kissing the tops of my breasts. I feel him drag his teeth across my skin and I cry out. He lets go of the arm that’s pinned above my head and drops to his knees in front of me. My fingers dig into his hair as he lifts up the bottom of my shirt to trail his lips across my stomach.

I can hardly stay standing. A haze is clouding my thoughts, and my muscles refuse to do what I tell them to. It’s like he’s controlling my body now, not me.

“It’s like I can’t...”

“Can’t what?” he asks against my skin.

“I can’t think.”

He reaches for the button of my jeans. “So don’t.”

After sliding my pants down past my hips, he goes back to kissing my stomach. I feel the slight stubble on his face scrape against my hip bone as his mouth meets the band of my underwear. He reaches behind me and cups my ass with one of his hands.

“These are sexy,” he says, snapping the elastic of my black panties.

Without warning, he kisses the fabric between my legs. My head thumps against the glass as I let out a cry of surprise.

When I look back down at Jordan, he’s wearing a self-satisfied grin. Seeing his lips pulled up into that crooked smile and so close to being buried between my legs sends a shiver through my whole body. He lets my t-shirt fall back over my stomach, and with one hand still digging into my ass, slowly runs a finger along the length of me, teasing me over my panties.

“Fuck,” I hear him hiss. “You’re soaked right through.”

I’m doing my best not to dissolve into a whimpering mess. No one has ever taken their time like this with me before. The anticipation is equal parts electrifying and agonizing.

His eyes meet mine again.

“What do you want, Hailey?” he asks. “Tell me what you need.”

My answer is partially due to the fact that I need to feel the weight of him on top of me right now, and also because my legs feel like they’re in danger of giving out underneath me.

“Take me to bed,” I whisper.

He stands up and scoops me into his arms, my jeans still clinging to my thighs. Setting me down on the mattress, he strips them all the way off and then parts my legs. He starts to tease me again and my body thrusts itself against his touch, needing more pressure.

He pushes down right over top of my clit and I can’t take it anymore. I sit up and throw my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me as I fall back against the bed. His mouth finds mine as I wrap my legs around his body, drawing him closer.

I decide that the rest of our clothes need to go.

Now.

I shift underneath him until he rolls onto his back, with me straddling his body. I start to tug up the bottom of his shirt and he gets the idea, leaning forward to pull it off as I lift my own shirt over my head. He lies back down and looks up at me, gripping my thighs in his hands.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

The way he stares at me makes me believe it.

“Come here,” he says, taking hold of my wrists and pulling me closer.

He reaches to undo my bra and I pull the straps off my arms, tossing it aside as I lower myself until our chests are pressed together. A rush fills me as the heat of our bare bodies collides.

I kiss down his neck and start working my way even lower, needing to taste him as much as I need to touch him right now. I lick him between kisses, and his skin is hot and salty under my tongue. Sliding off the bed and onto my knees, I trail my lips along his hip bones and then the V lines that curve down into his jeans.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this bold before. I undo his belt, then slide his jeans down far enough that I can see the outline of his cock straining against a dark pair of tight boxers. Slowly, I lean forwards and kiss him just over top of their waistband, imitating exactly what he did to me.

“These are sexy,” I say in a husky voice.

I hear him laugh, the sound edged with tense desire. I lower my lips to his cock, trailing kisses along it over the fabric. He twitches underneath me, letting out a groan.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to tease.”

He swears, reaching down to wrap his hand in my hair.

Thank you, inner temptress, I think. I will never doubt you again.

I pull down on the waistband of his boxers until his cock springs free, and I have to take a second to do a double take. He’s gorgeous. I feel myself clench at just the thought of him thrusting himself inside me.

His grip on me tightens as I bend down to run my tongue along the length of him. Wrapping one of my hands around the base of his cock, I flick my tongue over its tip and then take him into my mouth, lowering my lips a half inch at a time, dragging out the motion and forcing him to wait.

His chest is heaving with ragged breaths now, and the awareness that it’s me doing this to him, that I have the power to make his body react this way, is the sexiest thing I’ve felt in a long time. Tightening my mouth around him, I begin to slide my lips up and down his shaft. I start moving faster, bracing one of my hands against his stomach, when I feel him sit up and place a hand on my shoulder.

“Get up here,” he orders, as I release him from my mouth and lift my head up to face him. “Now.”

He pulls his jeans and boxers all the way off as I lay back down on the bed, the pressure between my legs now a throbbing ache. He kneels beside me on the mattress, running his hands over my entire body. He teases my nipples, brushes the insides of my thighs, touches everywhere but the one place that’s desperate to be touched.

“Please,” I murmur.

He pulls my underwear off me, leaving me completely naked on the bed. I suck in a breath when the air hits my bare skin, sending my already supercharged nerves into overdrive. I don’t think I can handle being teased anymore, and Jordan must know it, because he runs a finger along the folds between my legs.

“You get so wet,” he says, his voice incredulous, his eyes devouring the sight of me. “It’s so sexy.”

He shifts me around so that he’s kneeling between my legs. His fingers start to spread my wetness around, soaking my clit as he slowly circles around it until I start to shiver against the bed.

We both gasp as he slides a finger inside me. I thrust myself against him, demanding more, needing to feel him fill me up. He slips another finger inside and starts to pull them in and out, adding more force with each thrust. I can hear how wet he’s making me.

Then he leans forward until his tongue meets me clit, and this time I do scream, the entire world falling away as lashes of pleasure wrack my body, the mounting tension inside me throwing me into spasms.

When Jordan sits up again, I barely register what’s going on. Everything has gone hazy, the fabric underneath me slipping between my fingers as I clutch at the sheets. All I know is that the pressure of his tongue is gone and I need it back on me now.

“No. Jordan. Please.” My voice is edged with panic.

“Touch yourself.”

The part of my brain that can still hear tries to comprehend his words.

“Touch yourself,” he repeats, more urgent this time. The threat in his tone thrills me. His words tug my hand between my legs as if he’d grabbed my wrist and moved it there himself.

I hesitate for a moment as a flicker of embarrassment rises inside me. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone else before. I close my eyes and start to circle my clit, trying to fight the self-consciousness that threatens to pull me back from the edge I’m so close to reaching.

“Like you mean it,” Jordan growls, pumping his fingers in and out of me once more.

I look up at him. He’s staring at my hand working my clit like it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. I shift my gaze downwards and see that he has his other hand wrapped around his stiff cock.

He slides a third finger into me and every last thread of composure, every bit of self-consciousness I’ve been holding onto, snaps.

“Fuck me! I want to come on your fucking cock.”

He groans, thrusting his fingers hard and fast inside me before pulling them out.

“Keep touching yourself,” he commands.

Shifting away from me and reaching for the nightstand, he pulls out a condom. After rolling it on, he positions himself in front of me. I close my eyes, a shudder passing through me as I get myself even closer to coming.

He takes hold of my waist and drags me closer before grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders. I feel him rub the tip of his cock over me before sliding himself just an inch inside. I moan, grinding against him until he pushes all the way in.

“Fuck,” he hisses, drawing in a breath.

He starts to thrust, long and slow strokes that have me mumbling his name. He picks up speed, moving faster and faster until he’s pounding into me, my finger moving in furious circles on my clit as I clench around him.

Then he shifts his weight forwards and starts hitting me even deeper, his cock pressing against a part of me that sends white hot streaks of light flaring across my vision. The fullness inside me tips me over the edge until the tension that’s knotted itself in every muscle of my body breaks.

I come.

I come for what feels like forever, waves of pleasure crashing over me and dragging me down to somewhere deep and peaceful, where I’m only slightly aware of Jordan pulling my body to his as he finds the same kind of release inside of me.

He collapses against me, our heartbeats pounding in our ears as we shudder and gasp in the aftermath of an explosion that felt powerful enough to tear us both apart. I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of his skin so close to mine, and for the first time ever after being with someone like this, I feel complete.

* * *

“What time is it?” I ask.

Jordan and I are still stretched out on his mattress, coming down from the post-earth-shattering-orgasm high. He has his arm wrapped around me, my head resting on his shoulder.

He stretches his other arm down to the floor and pulls his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

“Just after nine,” he tells me.

“Shit,” I mutter, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

“Do you have to be home for something?”

“Eventually,” I reply. “I’m looking after Amanda tomorrow morning. Surprise, surprise.”

He lifts his arms above his head, the muscles of his chest straining as he stretches. The sight lights a spark of desire in me despite the fact that I just came harder than I ever have before.

“At least let me make you some dinner,” he says.

“Oh right,” I answer, bending over to kiss him. “I want to see at least one special talent before I go.”

He pulls me back down beside him, pinning my shoulders to the bed.

“You’re lucky you can’t stay the night,” he grumbles, “or else I would teach you how to be polite.”

Climbing off me, he gets out of bed and heads over to the kitchen, completely naked.

I reach over and hunt around for my own phone on the floor. I have two message alerts. One is from my mom, asking when I think I’ll be home. I send her a quick reply and then check the second one. It’s from Steve. I let out a groan.

“What? Miss me already?” calls Jordan from across the room.

“You wish,” I tease, pulling my t-shirt over my head and joining him in the kitchen. “Actually, I’m just having problems with someone who doesn’t know when to quit.”

Jordan gives me a quizzical look as he sets a pot down on the stove.

“That guy at the club...” I start to explain.

“A random club guy is still sending you texts?”

“Well, he’s not exactly random. He’s my ex-boyfriend. I ran into him at Dark Brown and he invited me to the bar, to catch up. He’s interning at Knox Security, weirdly enough.”

Jordan’s head snaps towards me.

“Your ex-boyfriend works at Knox Security?”

He looks alarmed. I try to diffuse the conversation.

“We hadn’t talked in years. Really, I only meant to have a drink or two and talk with him a bit. We all just got kind of drunk. He asked to see me again but I turned him down.”

“What department does he work in?” asks Jordan, barely seeming to hear what I’ve just said.

“Um, distributing? Marketing? Something like that. Really, though,” I try to reassure him, “I’m not interested.”

“It’s not that. It’s just...” He trails off, watching the oil heat in the pan. “Weird coincidence is all,” he says finally.

The mood lightens after that, and after finishing off the spaghetti Jordan cooks and fending off his attempts to stop me from putting the rest of my clothes back on, I order an Uber to take me home.

“I could have driven you,” Jordan chides when I tell him my ride will be here soon.

“You didn’t seem like you were in the mood to get dressed.”

He’s still totally naked, the sight of his semi-hard cock not making it any easier for me to leave.

“At least let me walk you down to the street. I’ll even put pants on,” he offers.

He slips his clothes back on and we head down the stairs and exit the building. I reach out for him and draw his lips to mine. He kisses me back for a few moments and then pulls away, staring at me with an intense expression.

“Hailey,” he says, toying with a strand of my hair. “This right here, the Jordan you met tonight, that’s the real me. Do you trust that?”

I stare back at him, searching the deep brown of his eyes for the reason behind his question, but I don’t find anything. What I do see is a blazing urgency, a longing so strong it almost comes across as pain.

“Yes,” I tell him, surprised by both my answer and how solemn I sound. “I trust that.”