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

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

"Mr. Knight, your three o'clock is here."

I smirked at Julian.

"Send her in."

Jordan laughed as I walked into his office. "You don't have to make an appointment, you know."

"I know, but I shouldn't get special treatment just because I'm your girlfriend."

He pressed his lips softly to mine, and I pulled back. "Excuse me, sir, but this isn't a personal call. I actually have a few questions about the Hinkley account for my four o'clock meeting."

His hand found the back of my head. "It can wait." He pressed his lips to mine again, but this time there was nothing soft about it.

I allowed myself an unrestrained moment. I wrapped one arm around him—the other was holding my iPad—and let my fingers wander down to his firm ass. I squeezed hard, and he whimpered.

I giggled. "I'll give you more of that later, but for real, I need your help."

He sighed, kissed me once more, and returned to his desk. I sat across from him in the seat I'd occupied so many times, but this time I sat there as a project manager instead of as an assistant.

It was hard to believe that just two months earlier, I'd been shacking up with my sister while I tried to "find" myself. Turns out someone else had been holding onto the biggest piece of who I was, and I wasn't complete until my heart clicked back into place with Jordan's.

Everything had happened so fast. One day Jordan had proposed a new position for me at Knight Industries, along with a raise and a standing offer to move in with him, and the next day it was a done deal.

It was next to impossible to find a good apartment at a fair price close to the office, and I'd been staying with Jordan anyway.

He'd gone with me to look at several apartments, but compared to his gorgeous beach house, nothing fit. Waking up in Jordan's arms morning after morning and taking long walks on the beach evening after evening had spoiled me. Not a single dumpy apartment could compare, and so eventually I stopped looking.

I still assisted Jordan from time to time, but typically only for dinner meetings or out of town engagements. He had a new assistant now, Julian, and since Julian was a man who preferred the company of other men, I had little room for concern that Jordan would hook up with his new assistant.

I trusted him completely, anyway. He'd more than proven to me that I was the only woman in his life who mattered. He was a changed man in many ways. He was still the Jordan I loved, but he had a new lease on life. He lived every day like it could be his last, and he never wasted an opportunity to show me what I meant to him.

"Is that all?" he asked once I'd finished all my questions, and I nodded. He glanced at the clock. "You've got thirty minutes until your meeting."

"Then you've got about fifteen to pleasure me."

He started unbuckling his belt. "Come here," he commanded, always the boss in charge. I did as requested and stopped in front of him. "I know you said fifteen, but I may need twenty."

With that, his hand trailed up my skirt. He found what he was looking for, and I let out a moan when he pushed my panties aside and inserted one of those deliciously long fingers. He let out a low growl. "Jesus, Emily. You're soaked." He pulled out his finger and I frowned.

"I'm always wet for you, Jordan. You should know that by now."

He grinned up at me and then focused on unbuttoning his pants. He stroked himself a few times, and the sight of the attractive and nearly unattainable CEO of Knight Industries stroking himself in his desk chair was a beautiful sight.

"Get on," he said.

Even though we'd been together hundreds of times in this very office in the two months since we'd officially gotten back together, we hadn't had sex in his desk chair. It had brought back too many memories of the time we'd been apart. But it was time to replace those sad memories with some new memories of our own.

"Just to be clear, has this chair been disinfected since—"

He cut me off with a whine. "Aw shit, woman. Do you have to bring that up now?"

"I'm just saying."

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, it has. And for both of our sakes and the sake of this," he motioned toward his steel erection, "I'm not going to let that question ruin the moment. Now get on because we're wasting time."

All I could do was laugh. He was right, of course. I'd never tell him that, but he was always right.

I straddled him, and he wasted no time before he thrust up into me. I braced myself on his shoulders.

The feel of our bodies connecting was different now than it had been before.

I'd been so worried that the reason the sex was so good between us was because it had been forbidden, but now that we were free to be together, I found that wasn't the case at all. The sex seemed to get inexplicably better and better each time as my love for Jordan grew deeper and deeper.

I glanced at his handsome face. His eyes were closed and his lips were twisted in pleasure as he pumped up into me. His eyes opened, and his lips turned up at the corners in a sexy, secret smile reserved just for me.

"God, I love you," he said, and those words with all their sincerity and passion from those plush lips were my undoing as I fell into a frenzied release.

When my body stopped tightening over and over around him, he pushed up hard into me a few more times before letting go himself.

As we clung to each other in our post-orgasmic bliss, I whispered into his chest, "I love you, too."

I worried I'd always wonder if the cost of hurting one man was worth the happiness I had now. Did I deserve Jordan after what we'd done?

I wasn't sure if I'd ever know the answer to that, but I looked forward to the road ahead.

THE END