Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Jordan

When I return from the park, I go straight into my office and sit behind the desk. While waiting for my email to load, I replay the conversation I had with Mia. Her feelings for me go deeper than sex; they touch her beyond her skin. My smiles, the way I kiss her—it all affects her.

And she affects me.

At some point, we won't want to sneak around anymore. The swinging meetups won't be enough. We'll want more time together, and something will have to be done.

I have to get my mind ready for that because it could be happening soon.

But, right now, over a hundred new emails are filling my screen, and I quickly scan them to see if there are any new ones from Jesse. Surprisingly, there aren't, but he sent plenty over the last several weeks. I haven't read any of his. I just stuck them into a folder, so I wouldn't have to see them every time I checked my email.

But it's time that I at least look at his messages.

I click on the folder and read the subject of each email, which says the position that's being offered. The first couple don't sound interesting at all. I don't want to coach. I spent my entire professional career on the road. That isn't to say I won't travel, but the thought of flying out every few days and being home so little sounds like hell.

The motivational-speaking gigs don't interest me either. I don't want to be the guy who stands at a podium and preaches about how to find your passion. Who the fuck am I to give that kind of advice? We're all born to do something. Mine was hockey.

But, after my chat with Eddy, I know there has to be something else out there for me. I just have to find it and make sure it feels right.

I stop scrolling through the messages when I come to the commentating positions, and I read the list of networks that are all interested in me.

From my time in the league, I know how these kinds of jobs work. I could be based anywhere I wanted, even Florida. I'd just travel to wherever the game was. My contract would set how many games I would have to attend and which ones, how they would fly me there, if it was regular season or playoffs, too.

I would be talking about what I love on live television. I'd be giving my opinion from all my years of experience. I'd be working with experts in the industry—retired coaches, analysts, and players.

I'd be as close to the ice as I could get.

All five networks have offered me a position. The salaries are much higher than I anticipated, and Jesse's notes say they're negotiable. Private planes are mentioned. Five-star hotels are promised. Benefits are guaranteed.

I have options.

And, for the first time in weeks, something about hockey finally excites me.

I hear a knock and look up from the computer screen.

Evelyn is standing in the open doorway, her face a little red and sweaty, her hair tied on top of her head, much wetter than it was this morning. "You up for fucking Mia tonight?"

If she only knew how up for it I was.

Just thinking about it makes my cock hard.

"If that's what you want, they can come over here."

Swinging is on Evelyn. The affair is on me. I'm not mixing those worlds by telling my wife how much I want to be inside another woman. Things will end between Evelyn and me because our marriage isn't working. Mia isn't going to be the cause of it. I won't put that on her, and I certainly won't do that to my wife.

"I'm down for it," she says. "Cannon's been fun." She walks over to the desk and looks at the screen. She doesn't say anything as she checks out the emails. She just climbs on my lap and straddles my legs. "I haven't asked because I just assume you've been happy, but you're not looking to find a new couple to swing with, are you?"

I shake my head. "Things are good the way they are."

"I agree. Cannon is just starting to be the kind of lay I need, and I don't feel like going through another training period with some other guy. This one was exhausting enough."

I smile. "He's having a hard time making you come?"

I have to think, most husbands don't have conversations like this with their wives, yet it feels so normal to be talking about this with her. And none of it bothers me—not the thought of him touching her, being inside her, making her come.

But the thought of him with Mia?

That shit, I don't like at all.

"He was at first," she says.

I lean back in the chair, so she isn't pressed so close to my chest. "Your pussy isn't a puzzle, Evelyn."

"For you, it isn't because you have the most perfect cock, and you know what to do with it, but Cannon struggled for a bit. Now, I just tie him up and dominate the hell out of him."

"You've finally found yourself the sub you always wanted."

That is a side of her that she's not able to explore when she's with me. I'm not into it, and I never will be. I have to be in control. But it's something she does with the women she hooks up with and now Cannon. I wonder if he likes being her bitch.

She runs her hands through my beard and laughs. "He's all too willing."

She shifts over my lap, and her pussy rubs against my cock. I know all this talk about sex is making her horny, and if I touch her cunt, it'll be dripping.

"He lets me do whatever I want to him, so I bought a toy that will stimulate his prostate. I can't wait to see how he reacts."

"Jesus, fuck."

"Right?" She bounces on my legs; she's so excited. "What about Mia? She must have died the first time she had you. I mean, I heard her screaming since we were in the next bed, and I saw you pounding her, but you never told me what her reaction was."

I have to play this cool. Talking about the way I have sex with Mia feels wrong on every level. Not that Evelyn's jealous; that isn't the problem at all. But what happens between Mia and me is more than just fucking, and I don't want that to come through in my words.

"Yeah, she was loud," I say, "but she never told me if I was good or not."

She gently punches my chest. "You're always so modest when it comes to your cock. Let me assure you so that there's never any doubt; it's fucking amazing, Jordan. The best I've ever had."

She leans in for a kiss, and I'm surprised when she pulls away so quickly and climbs off my lap, moving into the doorway.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, and then I have some errands to run, but I'll be back in a few hours. You want to grab some dinner before they come over?"

I nod. "I'd like that."

I watch her leave, my eyes staying on the door.

The best she's ever had.

But she didn't want to fuck me today or yesterday. I'm not complaining. That would only make shit more complicated. It just shows me that things are definitely starting to change, and we're both realizing it.

I glance back at the computer screen, knowing I still have so much thinking to do. I don't want to rush into any of the offers. If the networks want me badly enough, the opportunities will still be available in a few months.

But, first, I have to figure out my personal life, if Florida will really be my home, and if this rental house is something I want to buy.

The important thing is, I've opened the emails. I've read them. And, the next time I speak to Eddy, I'll be able to tell him that I've taken the first step.

Things are getting better.

So fucking slowly.