Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Mia

When I wake up, the bed's empty, but Jordan isn't on one of his runs. He's outside on the balcony, on the phone. Automatically, my mind drifts to Evelyn and whether she's trying to poison his mind with more threats about me or Cannon.

I pretend to be asleep when he crawls back in bed. He kisses my temple and brushes my hair away from my face.

"Mornin'," I whisper as I open my eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?"

"You're just saying that because I'm naked."

His eyes worship mine, and the intensity of his stare takes my breath away.

"I'm saying it because it's true."

Something happened on that phone call. His words are bold, just like his eyes, and I'm worried.

But, instead of digging for information, I wait, and I ask, "What do you want to do today?"

He'll tell me when he's ready, and if that time doesn't come, I'll ask him on my own.

"I thought we'd take a swim, soak up some sunshine, and have a drink. Pretend we're tourists."

Jordan hates the racket down at the pool. He loves the beach, but he's sick of listening to the partying and drinking. His response isn't him at all. But, if that's what he wants to do, we'll do it.

"Okay. Let me put on a suit."

"The black one?" he asks with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Black bikini, it is."

He rests his hands behind his neck and crosses one leg over the other. "Go ahead. I'll watch."

"You want to watch me put clothes on?"

"That suit is lethal, Mia. I want to watch you wiggle into it."

Rolling my eyes, I purposely climb over his body to get out of bed. He groans when I brush against him, grabbing a handful along the way just because I want to see him smile. I get another hard stare.

In the bathroom, I throw my hair into a ponytail and brush my teeth. After I'm finished, I grab the black suit out of my drawer and stand beside the bed, completely naked. Then, I throw my suit at his face, hoping to cheer him up.

He pulls the fabric off his cheeks and sits up. And then he slides out of bed and grinds his ass into me. "Turn around," he says.

I turn around and say, "Will you help me put it on?"

Without blinking, he bends down to the floor and lifts my foot up. I step into my bikini bottoms, and he slides them up my legs, over my thighs and ass, and then adjusts them on my hips.

My hands are shaking when I grab my lotion and throw it in the bag. He takes his time, changing into his swim trunks, not moving his eyes off my body. He's not making this easy on me. I want him. I want him so bad, I can feel him between my legs. But he's giving me nothing. Not a single clue about what's bothering him.

He stays quiet in the elevator, and it's only when we're outside that I take a real breath of air, sucking the fresh oxygen into my lungs. Jordan takes my hand and leads us to a set of chairs in the sand. A server is by our side within seconds, and he orders us drinks.

"Isn't it a little early?" I ask him.

"It's never too early," he says cryptically.

Before I can respond, his phone rings. He glances at the screen and then at me. "I have to take this real quick, okay?"