Sweet Torment/A Jordan Knight Fanfic (18+)✔️

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**Warning Mature Content Ahead**

Chapter Twenty

"What's on the agenda for today?" I asked Jordan the next morning. He looked painfully beautiful in another suit as he sat behind his walnut desk. His gaze fell on me, and my heart beat a little faster.

"I need you to pull together a focus group for MTC. I emailed you the details. Send me a draft of your ideas by the end of the day. I also need you to review my schedule for the week of the fifteenth. Vince will be in town all week, and I need to fit him in for a dinner. Pick somewhere semi-classy. I don't care where or when. Reservations for six, including yourself."

When I got back to my desk, I got started on the list Jordan had rattled off in his office. His tasks kept me busy through the end of the day, and I couldn't help but feel the pull of desire as the clock ticked toward five and people started leaving the office for the day.

I gathered up my stuff to leave and peeked into Jordan's office, hoping for a repeat performance of the day before, but he was on the phone.

He looked up at me with raised brows, and then his face smoothed into a smile meant for me. I couldn't help but lean against the doorframe to steady myself. He was so damn handsome that sometimes my knees gave out just looking at him.

And he wanted me.

He'd ravished me the day before.

He wanted me to leave my husband to be with him.

He continued with his call, pointing to the phone and rolling his eyes. I pointed to my watch to indicate the time, and he nodded. He waved as if to tell me to have a good day, and I waved back with a smile.

Disappointment filled me as I rode the elevator down to the first floor. I'd been hoping for a goodbye kiss, at the very least, if not a goodbye shag.

Instead I'd gotten a smile and a wave. On any other day, it would've been enough. I would've been delighted with that.

But today...today I needed more. I craved more. I craved Jordan.

I arrived home to an empty apartment as usual. I changed into leggings and my comfiest t-shirt, pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail, and set about mopping the kitchen to work off some of the energy that I'd built up over the course of the day.

I worked up a good sweat, and I'd just finished cleaning the dirty water out of the sink and was wiping my face with a wet paper towel when I heard a knock at my door.

I blew the strands of hair that had come loose from my ponytail out of my face and opened the door without even looking through the peephole.

Big mistake.

Jordan stood in front of me in all of his clean and non-sweaty glory. His suit was as crisp as when I first saw him that morning, but his scruff was a little more grown in and his hair was a little messier from a busy day of running his hands through it at the office.

I wanted to jump into his arms. I wanted to run to him and press my lips to his. I wanted him to strip me naked and thrust into me right in the doorway.

But I was a sweaty, disgusting mess, and my husband could walk through that door at any moment. He already had his suspicions, and I couldn't imagine what he'd say if he found Jordan in our apartment.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

He grinned and leaned casually against the doorframe. "I didn't think it was possible."