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radar pt. 3 • jayson tatum

Previously on Radar...

"Whose is it," he asked an octave above a whisper as his dick pierced her dripping crave.

She didn't immediately respond because she knew he just was asking to be a tease. All night at the club the pair pretended to not know each other and acted oblivious to each other's presence. It was the routine they had created to keep their passionate affair to themselves and off her boyfriend's radar.

"It's yours," she managed to choke out just above a whisper.

The man before her chuckled to himself as a smug, lustful grin played on his lips.

"It better be."

...

"I hate you," was all she could manage to get out before getting up from the bed and moving towards the glass door that led to the balcony of Jayson's penthouse hotel suite to answer her boyfriend's call.

Suddenly, Shannon felt Jayson's body heat on her back. She sharply inhaled, holding her breath for a moment as his hands connected with the exposed skin of her thighs. Her breath came out shaky into the receiver.

"Hang up," Jayson simply instructed as he ran his fingers down Shannon's sticky slit then back up to her clit.

Finally breaking their eye contact, Shannon looked down at her hands, shaking her head.

"I can't keep doing this Jayson."

Jayson smirked and ran his thumb across his bottom lip before cupping Shannon's chin to make her look up at him.

"We're done, when I say we're done."

...

And now Radar, the finale...

Shannon moved about her kitchen, wiping down the marble counter as she listened to Keith and his parents parlay in the living room.

A full two weeks had passed since she last saw Jayson and she honestly couldn't say she missed him. Their sex was passionate but their relationship was toxic and down right wrong. Shannon had a man, one that loved her despite all her flaws and she couldn't see herself giving that up.

She hadn't told Keith about her infidelity, as she refused to break his heart that way. But she did completely cut off all lines of communication with Jayson and brought her focus back to the man who swept her off her feet 4 years ago.

Shannon turned to the trash can to toss the paper towel she was using and quickly turned back to the counter as she heard her phone ring. Without really paying attention she pressed the green button and pressed the phone to her ear.

"Talk to me," she said into the receiver.

"Shannon, we need to talk."

Suddenly, the room began to spin as Shannon froze where she stood. Her heart began to race and anxiety rushed through her body with such urgency, she almost thought she could feel her body vibrating.

Her breathing went into manual mode as she consciously pushed air out of her nose and attempted to swallow the lump that began to form in her throat.

"Jayson, we have nothing to talk about," was all she could muster through her clenched jaw.

Jayson could hear the frustration in her voice but couldn't help but to toy with her.

"Aw baby, don't be like that. I know you miss me like I miss you. Come see me, I'm at our usual spot."