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

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For almost five minutes, Jordan and I sat on our bar stools looking at one another. The room around us has dissolved into a blur for me as his brown eyes seared into my own.

What had he meant by Christmas bringing people together? Was he talking about us, or was I reading way too much into it? My mind was all over the place where this man was concerned, and I didn't know how to cope with it. I usually had every aspect of my life planned out, and this... connection between us was completely disorientating.

"Why are you holding back?" He asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"This," he waved his hand between us. "Why are you so hell-bent on it not happening?"

"Because it can't. You're going to be my boss. Do you realise how much of an awful, trashing cliché that is?"

"People meet at work all the time, look at your friends just now."

"They don't work with one another, or even in the same department, neither of them is the other's boss, and it's taken them two years to get to where they are." I sighed, frustration rippling through me. "And this, as you call it, I don't even know what it is. Yeah, we've fucked a couple of times, but is that what is 'this' is?" I swiped my glass off the bar, swallowed the rest of the liquid down, and indicated to the bartender for another.

"Sweetheart. I've been in this country for exactly three days. Jetlag is kicking my ass, no matter how much I try to ignore it, and for two of those days, all I've been able to think about is you." Mimicking my previous action, I watched Jordan's Adam's apple bob as he drank down his own liquor. "Yeah, I'm gonna be your boss, but I'm sure that the two of us are professional enough to let 'this' not affect us at work. If 'this' becomes more than screwing."

"Do you want it to?" I blurted out before my brain to mouth filter could kick in.

"I don't know yet. But I would like the chance to find out, wouldn't you?" His eyes were soft as they roamed over my face as if he were trying to read my mind. Did I want the chance to find out if there was anything between us? Did I want to run the risk of being fodder for office gossip for God knows how long?

"If I'm honest, I don't know."

"Well, you can't deny there's a connection between us, and would it be so wrong for us to explore it?"

Would it? I knew he made me feel good, and my body reacted to him in ways it hadn't reacted to anyone in the same way for a long time. Even when he wasn't touching me, or even in the same room, my body wanted him. Should I act upon the attraction, and risk everything I'd worked hard for? What if I did and things ended badly, and work became awkward?

"I can hear you overthinking from here. Turn that brain off and let yourself just feel." His hand was warm as he placed it over mine. "Listen to your body; don't let your head talk you out of taking chances." He leaned over and captured my lips with his in a soft kiss.

***

The moment the elevator doors slid closed, Jordan had me pinned up against the wall of the small space. His hands slid underneath my shirt and cupped my breasts over my bra, making my nipples strain against the lace material. My brain was still screaming at me, telling me I was making a mistake, but I was ignoring it. Jordan, his hands, and his talented mouth made my body sing and me scream, and at the moment, that was all that counted.

With a ping, the doors slid open, and rather than pull apart, Jordan picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He continued to kiss me as he walked us along the corridor and to his room. It was a struggle to get it unlocked, but he managed it. Still not breaking our connection, he kicked the door behind it and held me against it, slowly removing my clothes.

"I'm going to savour this, take my time and make you wake up everyone on this floor with your screen."

"Stop talking Mr Knight and fuck me."