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

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**Warning Mature Content Ahead**

Chapter Twenty-Four

"I don't ever want to get up from this bed. Ever." Jordan's warm voice wrapped around me like a blanket.

My head rested on his chest, and he drew circles absently on the bare skin of my back. I snuggled closer into the man whose arms were wrapped around me after the third time he'd made me come in the few short hours since we'd arrived to the hotel.

"We have to eat sometime," I pointed out.

"Isn't that why room service was invented?"

"God, we're from such different backgrounds."

"Why do you say that?" He tightened his arms around me.

"Room service was for the privileged. I didn't grow up poor, exactly, but we didn't indulge in such luxuries."

"We always ate breakfast in the room together before my father ran off to whatever meeting he had scheduled."

"What did you and your mom do?"

"Whatever tour she'd set up for us. It depended where we were. We'd visit the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago or the British Museum in London or Times Square in New York."

I had a hard time picturing family vacations where my dad ran off to work while the rest of us toured whatever city we were in. It didn't sound like much of a vacation if one of the family members was absent.

"Why did you move to New York?"

He stiffened for just a moment. "I knew my father wanted me to work for the company, but I wanted to step out of his shadow and prove myself in a place where he wouldn't be hovering over me all the time. I asked if I could work in a different office than him, and when the opportunity came to run the office in New York, I jumped at it."

"Did you like living there?"

"Yes and no. Part of me loved it, and it will always be the first place where I really learned to figure things out on my own. But it was difficult living across the country from my mom."

"Not your dad?"

"My dad, too," he conceded. "Of course I love both my parents. I've just always wished my dad had spent more time attending my high school baseball games and less time working, you know?"

I didn't know, actually. My dad was the dad who attended every single one of my softball games. When I'd gotten a small part in the fall play my senior year, he and my mom both attended every performance. I'd been supported by a loving set of parents my entire life, so it was hard to imagine a life where that wasn't the case.

Jack was a good and kind man. I couldn't imagine that he worked because he preferred it over his son. He probably had to do it—maybe even to give Jordan a wider variety of opportunities and a more comfortable life.

But maybe no one had ever explained that to Jordan, and maybe Jordan couldn't see the forest for the trees himself.

As we lay naked together on the bed, I found Jordan baring more than just his skin. He was letting me in, and I had the feeling that these weren't admissions he shared with just anyone. Somehow I'd earned his trust, and that thought alone pulled at my heartstrings and sent a wave of emotion through my chest.

I found myself falling in deeper and deeper with this man, and I had no idea what to do about it.

Our trip to San Diego had been filled with rough sex followed by gentler sex, with bonding and building emotions, and with a whole lot of naked time.