Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Mia

I haven't heard from Jordan since I slipped up and texted something stupid. Maybe he's mad at me, or maybe he's just busy, but it's not like him to ignore me. I'm the one who takes forever to respond and has trouble finding the courage to type out what I'm feeling. Not him. He's full of confidence and sexy replies.

I'm afraid of how much I think about you. Why did I say it? It's too much, too soon, and I had no business saying it in the first place. But I can't help what I feel. From the second I saw him, I was screwed.

Cannon bounds up the stairs, and I don't hear him until he tosses his briefcase on the floor by the fridge.

"Hey, beautiful," he says as he wraps his arms around me from behind. "The house looks great."

"You're late," I tell him. "I wanted everything to be perfect. Now, you'll be rushing around, making a mess."

"You're perfect," he whispers into my hair. "And you smell good." He nibbles on my neck, his favorite spot to kiss besides my lips. I always get chills when he hits the sensitive spot near my ear.

"This isn't going to make up for it, Cannon." But it will; he knows it. Nothing about his kisses are ever rushed—not even now, when we're pressed for time.

"I need a quick shower. I'll be fast," he says.

"It's okay. You have some time. I was just worried I'd have to entertain them both until you got here."

Jordan, I can handle, but Evenly...Evenly's intimidating. Unless we're making plans to meet, I never know what to say to her, and I can never tell what she's thinking.

"You can always join me, you know."

I love playing in the shower, and my thoughts automatically drift to Jordan and what it'd be like to be naked and wet with him. The master bedroom is the only place Cannon said was off-limits. And I agree with him; that's ours. What happens behind that door belongs to us and only us. The shower though? I like those possibilities.

"Another day, I promise," I tell Cannon.

He swats my ass and heads for the bathroom. I could feel how hard he was the entire time he was holding me. Only I'm not sure if that was because of me or if he's already thinking about Evenly.

Not even ten minutes later, the doorbell rings, and Cannon's still in the bedroom. They're early. Instead of answering, I run back down the hallway and open the door to the bedroom. Cannon's fixing his hair in the mirror, dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

"What's wrong?" he asks when he sees the panic on my face.

"They're here."

"Cool. I'll be right out."

"I didn't let them in yet," I tell him in a rush. "Hurry up."

Laughing, he grabs my hand and says, "Babe, you can't leave them outside. Come on."

Before he opens the door, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my cheek in the center of his back. The hotel was one thing, but inviting Jordan and Evenly into our home takes swinging to a different level. What is already personal is becoming even more intimate.

Cannon places his hand on top of mine and squeezes. "We're fine, Mia. No worries."

"Okay," I whisper as I let go.

When the door opens, Evenly's beaming, and Jordan has his nose buried in his phone. Mine vibrates in my pocket the same time he lifts his head and smirks. I glance at my screen and have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. If I do, I will give away the secret.