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Unknown: Don't test me, Tempest.

By the time I glance up, Hawk is nowhere to be seen. I scan the bar quickly, heart racing. He's gone… and Nick is losing interest in our case discussion.

Shit.

Chapter 14

I opt for an early night when I get back to my apartment, desperate for some much needed sleep.

Weekends are my favorite—no work, no responsibilities. I can just stay in bed if I want and watch reruns while eating snacks.

I manage to fall asleep easily which is a surprise. Under the blanket, I stay warm, my body buzzing happily as I dream peacefully.

It's the best sleep of my life, my body relaxed and content for once. When I wake, it's still dark, my eyes blinking sleepily as I fight back the obvious drowsiness. At first, I'm not entirely sure that I have woken up, I still feel relaxed and content. There's a warmth in my stomach, my heartbeat pounding throughout my body.

As I adjust to the darkness, I frown in confusion at the feeling, my conscious mind becoming alert.

It feels like there's a weight on me, securely fastening me to the bed. I go to move, but when something keeps a hold of me, I quickly realize it's not something—it's someone.

A hand is wrapped around my waist, a body pressed into my back. I stiffen, about to scream, when a voice shushes me.

"Sshh, Tempest."

The hand moves down to my thigh, repositioning my leg, and it's then that I feel it—the delirious pressure of being filled. He rolls his hips, confirming the fact that his cock is buried inside of me.

"What the fuck?" I yell, my voice hoarse as I try to spin around.

Jett tightens his hold on me, pinning me against his body as he slides his cock in and out of my pussy. My eyes roll back, temporarily lost to the feelings as I fight back the post-sleep waves.

"Settle," he says firmly from behind, fingers playing with my clit.

"What are you doing?" I breathe out, trying to find the feelings of ecstasy.

He squeezes me, arm pressed against my chest as he cups my breast through my shirt. I curse myself for only going to sleep in a shirt and my underwear, the fabric pulled aside to make room for him.

"Feeling you," he answers amused. "God, you feel so good." He thrusts into me deeper to emphasize his point, making me moan loudly.

Tracing patterns around my clit, my body can't fight off the pleasure in my tired state. I slump back against him, letting him roll into me from behind.

"That's it," he praises, gently tugging on my nipple. "Come for me, my good girl. I've been craving you on my cock again."

Against my will, my body reacts to his words, a powerful orgasm tipping me over the edge. I pulse around him, crying out as I hold his forearm against my chest.

I can hear him breathing raggedly, groaning in appreciation, before he thrusts harder and faster, the sound of our skin slapping against each other. Jett's lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses all over it as he keeps me pinned to him, until he stills, a low growl caught in his throat.

My eyes close as I urge my brain to wake up and seek reality now that it's over. I wait for his grip to loosen, and when it does, I shove his arms off me, springing up from the bed.

On my feet, I switch on the lamp next to bed, Jett gazing over at me with lazy eyes and a smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here?" I demand, folding my arms over my chest to protect myself. "How did you even get in?"

He smiles warmly. "I came to see you. As for the 'how', I let myself in through the front door."

I just stare at him, bewildered. "It was locked," I reply simply.

"Yes," he says casually. "I grabbed your spare key from Mom and Dad's house."

"How did you even know it was mine?" I growl.

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