Page 65 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
“Like how you told me when you and Zac hooked up? Because as I recall, you kept that a secret for a while.”
She flips me the bird and grins.
ChapterThirty-One
Daxton
Jordan and I step into the penthouse well past midnight, the two of us laughing over the murder mystery.
“I still can’t believe the victim died from a cursed dildo and that Adrian was the murderer,” Jordan says, flicking on a lamp by the front door as she steps out of her heels.
“So ridiculous. How did Mina even find that murder mystery story?”
“No idea. Okay, I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Jordan hurries off, disappearing into the dark.
This night with Jordan and meeting her friends has been amazing. I want to stay up and keep talking to her, have a movie night where we snuggle up in the home theater with a bowl of popcorn and laugh over the movie’s storyline. But I don’t trust myself to keep things innocent between us, not after how we got carried away in The Hamptons. If I sit next to Jordan in the dark movie theater, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.
I should be heading straight to bed. I have an early flight to catch and loads of work I need to be alert for. Better yet, I should be contemplating a way to tell Jordan I’m Steel without her hating me for omitting the truth for so long.
I’ll wait for Jordan’s return and say goodnight.
Once removing my Dracula cape and tuxedo jacket, I drape them over the couch and stand against the backrest. Silence settles over me. The living room is dim, lit only by that one lamp Jordan turned on and the glow from surrounding buildings. Making myself comfortable, I unbutton the cufflinks on my white dress shirt and roll the sleeves to my elbows, then close my eyes and listen to the distant hum of traffic.
“Hey.” Jordan’s voice, though gentle, makes me jolt. I glance in her direction, finding her silhouette far across the living room. “Do you… want to watch a movie or something?”
The question may be innocent but I can hear the true meaning in her intimate tone. My eyes adjust to the dim lighting and I find a smile on Jordan’s lips. My God, she’s beautiful. I want to indulge in whatever she’s hinting at. But I’ve set myself rules.
Don’t have sex with Jordan.
Don’t kiss Jordan.
“I should go to bed.” It takes all my effort to turn her down. I step away from the couch and stand tall. “I’m tired and have an early flight.”
Her hands slide behind her back like an innocent schoolgirl and she makes the tiniest giggle. “Can’t you just… sleep on the plane?”
I groan quietly at her persistence. The fucking irony. I have been trying to pursue Jordan for months, before we even knew each other in person. Never did I think I would find myself in this situation, where Jordan is coming on to me, yetI’mthe one who has to turn her away. Somehow, it’s happened twice in the space of five days.
I clear my throat. “I need to work on the plane.”
Jordan smiles, biting the corner of her bottom lip like she’s contemplating something. The next thing I know, she takes a slow step forward, then another, walking to me like a graceful cat prowling the streets at midnight. I don’t think she has any clue how seductive she is or whether she’s even trying to be seductive. Her very presence is hypnotic, the way she licks her lips and how with each step she never breaks eye contact. A look lies within her eyes that says she wants to be fucked. Her hips sway as she approaches, making me want to grab them tight and crush them to me.
Jordan stops right in front of me, so close that her breasts almost graze my chest with each rise and fall of her breath. She gazes up at me with half-lidded eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to watch a movie with me?” Her breathy whisper makes it near impossible for me to say no.
“Jordan… We can’t…” I can’t even form a coherent sentence just from looking at her.
“Maybe you’d like to do something else? I’ve been practicing a new dance routine. Would you like to see it?”
“Another time.”
Jordan’s hand rises to her chest, her fingers gently stroking the curve of her cleavage. “Are you sure about that? The night I danced for you in the gym, you had this look in your eyes like you wanted to take me back to your bed. Kind of like how you’re looking at me now. I’ve never felt more desired than I did that night.”
A growl forms deep in my throat. I feel her flirtation in the tip of my dick. When I don’t give in and respond, Jordan moves closer, her hot breath sending shivers through me as she whispers in my ear. “I fingered myself that night to the thought of you.”
Her words turn me completely still. My breath catches and I’m hot everywhere. The image forming in my head of Jordan touching herself is the last fucking thing I need right now. I’ve pushed her to an orgasm before. But the thought of Jordan doing that to herself—not only touching herself but touching herself overme—unleashes something feral.
She makes a move to step back, but I clutch her wrist, my eyes dark upon her and my voice a stern warning. “Jordan, don’t taunt me like that. If you’re making this up—”
“I’m not making anything up. It was right after I showed you my dance routine. I returned to my room, ready for bed, but spotted you by the pool and liked what I saw. I kept visualizing you jerking off in the shower and wondered what had turned you on. I wondered if you were jerking off to the thought ofmeand I realized I liked that idea too much. So, I touched myself while watching you out by the pool and made myself come.”
