Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Jordan

Evelyn clasps her fingers around mine as we walk into the hotel and says, "Are you going to mention our last name?"

"To whom?" I ask. "The front desk?"

She squeezes my fingers. She does that a lot in public, especially when we were out in Boston. We aren't affectionate at home, but when we have an audience she likes to show how much love there is between us. I get why. With all the women around, hell, I can't even blame her.

"No, to the couple," she whispers as we get closer to the check-in area.

"I thought we were here to fuck?"

Her head snaps in my direction, her eyes wide and turned on. Damn, she loves hearing that word. It heats up her pussy as much as my tongue does.

"Yes, baby, that's why we're here."

"Then, why would I give them my last name? I don't plan on having dinner with them after or inviting them over for Thanksgiving."

"Oh my God, you're ridiculous." She laughs. "I just want to double-check in case you decide to make one up or use what I booked us under, so we're both on the same page."

"I can't wait to hear this one."

She quiets her giggles, keeping the smile—large and fake as hell—as she sets her arms on top of the counter. "Mr. and Mrs. Peenly checking in."

Peenly.

I almost laugh as hard as she did. She only ever checks in under fake names, and they always have something to do with sex. And, just to play it safe, I usually wear a hat and glasses until we get to our room. I am tonight, too.

"Two queen-size beds," the guy behind the desk says. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a king?"

"I prefer the queens," Evelyn says. He nods, still looking at his computer. "Your reservations show that you've requested adjoining rooms with the Pussleys?" He finally looks up, his expression much more serious than I expected.

Evelyn glances back at me and chews the corner of her mouth. She's looking for a reaction, and she'll get one. The second we're alone, my hand will slap across her ass.

She'll like it.

But, fuck, I will, too.

"That's correct," she says.

He places a key in front of her. "Room six-three-four. The elevators are around the corner." He points to the right. "If you remove anything from the minibar, you will be charged whether you drink it or not."

"Got it," she says. "Thanks."

We turn toward the elevators, and the door slides open as soon as Evelyn hits the button.

As we step inside, she takes out her phone and checks the screen. "The Pussleys are already here."

"Nice. Real nice."

She turns to the side, giving me a better view of her ass. "I thought you'd like it. I was hoping—"

"I know what you were hoping for."

My hand feels less twitchy now that she wants the spanking. She'll still get it but when she least expects it. Besides, tonight, my hands aren't for my wife.

"You picked a punctual couple."

"That's because she wants your cock." She moves closer and leans up on her toes, her arms going around my neck, her lips briefly pressing against mine. "Can you blame her? With how perfect your dick is"—she stops to grind her pussy against it—"it's a miracle I'm even willing to share it."