Imperfectly Beautiful (Jordan Knight Fanfic, Liadan #3)

Red Heels and Rudolph

Warning:  Some mature (18+) content ahead

-LIA-

I bit my lower lip hard as I clutched onto the edge of the desk and my eyes rolled back in my head as Jordan thrust into me from behind.

"Oh my god," I breathed out as my entire body constricted and I felt myself right there on the edge of climax.

Jordan kept a tight grip on my hips as he quickened his pace until I couldn't hold back any longer and I let myself go. He clamped his hand tightly over my mouth to muffle my light moans before he spun me around and kissed me deeply.

I ran my fingers through his hair before I trailed my fingers down his chest and smiled against his lips, "I love you," I whispered.

"Jordy Claus loves you too," he teased as he lightly ran his hands up and down my back while I tried to finish recovering. "Especially your naughty side, in my book, that puts you on the nice list."

"Oh, shush," I giggled as I reluctantly pulled away to gather my clothes. "We have to get back to work."

"Do we?" he pouted. "Cuz I'd kind of like a round two."

"Maybe tomorrow," I winked. "I'll have on red heels then."

"Ooh," he lifted his eyebrows. "I thought I didn't get any clues."

"Well, you say you like me when I'm naughty, so I lied," I batted my eyelashes seductively and Jordan smirked.

"How did I get so damn lucky, huh?"

"Maybe it's magic?" 

"Special Jordy Claus Christmas magic?" Jordan asked and I grinned as I finished putting on my clothes and Jordan put on his costume just before a knock sounded on the door.

"Just a minute," I said just before I finished pulling on my clothes and checked to make sure Jordan was decent. "Okay, come in."

The owner of the theater, Jane, peeked her head in, "Sorry to bother you two, but I wanted to talk to you concerning one of the donations the theater received."

"Oh?" I asked as I stepped back into the room to stand next to Jordan.

As much as I was excited for the show to get going, I was also more than a little uneasy about Antonio's lingering donation in Grace's name. Although Jordan seemed to be able to easily write it off as something that was out of our control. I didn't like the whole concept at all.

"Yes, it's been right to our attention that it was donated in the wrong name. We're going to try to talk to Mr. Holloway about another donation, but in the meantime we were curious if you'd possibly be willing to donate some of the proceeds from the show for the first night instead?"

"We'll do it for all the nights actually," Jordan said. "And donate it in our granddaughter's actual name, which is what Mr. Holloway was trying to do."

"Oh, really?" Jane asked. "I don't think I quite caught on to that."

Jordan nodded.

"Okay, well, perfect then, we can just see how much we can collect from that and then we can contact Mr. Holloway, if that works with you two?"

"Sounds perfect," I tried to contain my excitement as I nodded along.

"Okay, well, good luck with the show! Everything is coming together so nicely."

"Thanks, we're trying," Jordan nodded. "We were just putting in a lot of work here in the office."

I felt my cheeks blush as I subtly kicked him in the shin and he tried to keep a straight face.