Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Mia

It was easy to fall for Jordan in Florida, but here, in Boston, it would have been impossible to deny him. Since we stepped off the plane, his face has been lit up like the Fourth of July. His smile is even more infectious, and his kisses punctuate every memory that flickers in his eyes.

"Why don't you come to the meeting with me?" he says. "I feel bad, taking off and leaving you here by yourself."

The hotel is insane. There's nothing for him to be worried about. For once, I don't mind being alone. In fact, I have at least five things I want to do as soon as he leaves. The first is starting in the biggest bathroom I've ever seen.

I thought the hotel in Florida was impressive. Well, that place has nothing on Boston.

"I'll be fine," I tell him as I stare over his shoulder.

He glances behind him, no doubt wondering what's caught my attention. But all he sees is a bathroom. "What are you up to?" he asks with a smirk on his face.

I shrug my shoulders because, while it's pure bliss in my head, it'll probably sound silly, saying it out loud. "Nothing."

"You're lying, little girl. Tell me why you want to stay, and I just might let you." Each word is followed by another step closer to the bed.

I already know I'll be flat on my back in a matter of seconds if I don't come clean.

But I love Jordan's playful side, and I think it might be fun to push him a little more. To hold my pathetic little wish hostage a bit longer.

That is, until he pinches my nipples and tugs with just the right pressure, and the words tumble out of my mouth. "I want to take a bath," I tell him.

He's not playing fair, and he knows it.

"A bath?" he questions with a raised brow. "Here I thought, you were going to get naked and touch yourself."

"That's your job."

"Haven't I been doing it?"

"You have."

He rubs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. "Do I need to push back my meeting? Make sure my girl's taken care of first?"

He took care of me last night and this morning. I have no doubt, he'll do it again tonight.

"You're going to your meeting. I have a date with the tub."

"The tub?"

"Yes. Have you seen it? I think I have something similar pinned to my dream board on Pinterest."

Jordan lets go of me and walks into the bathroom. I hear the shutter on his phone camera click, and then he's back in front of me, tucking his phone into his pocket.

"Why'd you take a picture?"

"I'm not on Pinterest," he says with a straight face. I don't think he even knows what Pinterest is. "And I can't buy you one if I forget what it looks like."

"Jordan," I whisper, "you're not buying me a bathtub. That thing has to cost a fortune."

"If a bathtub gives you a smile that big, then I'd fill my house with them."

I don't think I'll ever get used to his lifestyle. Jordan isn't flashy about his money, and he doesn't throw it around, but he's generous. He'd buy me whatever I wanted. Only that's the thing; I don't need anything. If I have him, then I have it all.

"How about this? You take your bath and do your girlie stuff. I'll go to the meeting, and when I get back, we'll walk around the city and have dinner."

I push up on my tippy-toes and kiss his lips. "That sounds perfect."

I know how important it is for him to show me his city. He wants me to fall in love with it, and it's already happening. Because, no matter where we are, it's the best place I've ever been. Right now, Boston has my heart, just like he does.

As soon as Jordan's done in the shower, I draw a bath and climb inside. When he's ready, he peeks in the bathroom, and my eyes widen. I've never seen him dressed up. His navy suit pants hug his thighs and show off every toned muscle. It's been months since he played hockey, but his body hasn't changed a bit. If anything, it's only gotten better. I should know; I Googled him once I figured out who he was and saw a shot of him shirtless in the locker room.

"Should I button this top button?" he asks. "I wasn't going to wear a tie."

"No, you're not a tie guy. Leave it open."

Cannon's a tie guy. I love that they don't have that in common.

After he sprays himself with some cologne, he walks over to the tub where I'm soaking and leans down for a kiss. I see the way he glances beneath the bubbles, hoping for a glimpse.

"How long are you going to stay in there?"

"I'm never leaving," I tell him. "This is heaven."

"I bring you to Boston, and all you want is a bath."

My guess is, Evelyn was never that easy to please. If her new car is any indication, she likes the best of the best and won't settle for less.

"Not true. I want you. And whatever you want to do with me."

He adjusts his pants and checks his watch. "Fuck, if I only had more time," he mumbles. "I'll make it up to you, baby."

He takes one more look at my chest, and then he kneels down next to the tub and grabs the back of my head, pulling my mouth toward his. Our lips clash so violently, our teeth crash together, and if I didn't have to worry about messing up his dress clothes, I'd grab his neck and pull him in the tub with me.

When he pulls away, he chews on his lip, like he's thinking about coming back for more. I wish he would, but he turns and walks away, completely out of breath.

"Jordan!" I yell. "What am I supposed to wear to dinner? You haven't told me where we're going."

"Nothing!" he yells back. "I'm going to fuck you first."

I clench my thighs together, his promise hitting me so low, I can feel myself getting wet even though I'm sitting in a bathtub full of water. Jordan's promises are my favorite. I just hope he gets good news at this meeting and comes back in the same mood he left in.