A Naughty Christmas/ A steamy Christmas short story/ A Jordan Knight FanFic

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A quick trip into the ladies' room to check my hair and make-up before putting my mask back on, I was surprised to see tears in my eyes. What the hell Lacey? I had no idea why I was so close to crying, unless the epic orgasm I had just experienced was mixing badly with the wine I'd drunk. I knew I needed to pull myself together and dabbing the unshed tears away with a tissue, I nodded at my reflection, took a deep breath, and walked back to the party. As I entered the room, I could see Jordan shaking hands with someone next to the DJ's set up. He was clearly about to make his big speech, and I didn't want to hang around.

I managed to get to my table where Gabby and Todd were sitting close to one another, waiting to hear Mr Knight do his thing.

"Where have you been?" She asked me as I grabbed my shawl and my clutch.

"Bathroom. There was a hell of a queue." I gave her a kiss on the cheek, told her I had a migraine and tried not to draw attention to myself as I left the room. From the feeling of being watched from the direction of where Jordan was standing, I knew I'd been spotted by at least one other person. Fighting the urge to turn and look at him, I worked my way through the tables and left the room.

The moment I was in the lift up to my room, I let out a huge sigh of relief as I pulled off my shoes and mask. More than anything, I wanted to have a hot shower, pull on some comfortable pyjamas, and crawl into the big bed in my room. Letting myself in, I dropped my bag, shoes, mask, and shawl on the dressing table, I walked over to the bathroom, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor.

I turned the light on in the bathroom and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. The flush that stained my cheeks reached all the way down my neck to the top of my breasts, the only tell-tale sign that I'd been hugely turned on earlier in the evening. I peered around the door at the clock on the wall above my bed. It had been less than thirty minutes since I was flat on my back on a conference table with a man I'd only met twice.

Just thinking about being in that room made me feel warm all over and aroused. What was it about this man that did this to my body? He didn't even need to be in the same room as me to turn me on. With a shake of my head, I turned away from the mirror, removed my dress, and turned on the shower. I was determined to forget about Jordan Knight, at least until I had to see him at work.

As steam filled the room, I stripped off my underwear and stepped under the hot stream. Almost instantly, the tension in my shoulders began to relax. The stress of the evening washed away, and I lathered my long hair up with the hotel shampoo. Scraping my nails against my scalp brought an image of Jordan rubbing his stubble against the inside of my thighs, making my clit tingle. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on, again.

Yes, Jorfan was crazily good looking, and he clearly knew how to pleasure a woman, but I couldn't let it get to me. I needed to remain impartial to him from now on; I couldn't allow myself to get swept away into the biggest cliché on the planet and to be able to maintain my professionalism, but I could still feel him.

The way he touched me, the way he stroked me, and the way all that made me feel was seared into my memory, and the harder I tried not to think about it, the more my brain brought it to the forefront of my thoughts. His rough fingertips running along my skin, teasing my nipples, circling my clit; his tongue doing the same, leaving a trail of heat everywhere it touched my body.

My hands moved from my now clean hair to my breasts. I cupped them in my palms, imagining they were Jordan's hands as my thumb and forefinger on each hand-rolled my nipples. Leaning against the tiles, I moaned into the steam as one of my hands left my nipple and moved down my body. I found my clit and circled it with my fingertip, imagining it was Jordan's. I panted as my movements got faster and more frenzied until my orgasm burst out of me with Jordan's name on my lips. Fighting to catch my breath, I stood back under the hot water. I scramble to collect my thoughts, but all I could think about was my boss.