Chapter Twenty-Six: Heated Rendezvous

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JADE

Jared escorted me across the street, the dimmed lights offered some solace from the prying eyes of the guards stationed outside the hotel's entrance. Jared led me to the right side of the building, where a narrow pathway beckoned. It led to a darkened alleyway, typically reserved for housing large garbage bins, but tonight it seemed surprisingly devoid of such objects. The sole source of illumination came from a lamppost standing sentinel at the far end of the alley, casting long shadows that danced and flickered in the night.


My mind raced with curiosity and uncertainty as Jared led me deeper into the alleyway. About halfway in, we came upon a wall that intersected with the path, forming a slight barricade for anyone entering the alley. Jared guided me behind this makeshift partition with a sense of urgency and eagerness.

The wall's height extended past Jared's own, effectively concealing us from view to anyone leaving the hotel. Even if someone happened to pass by the entrance to the alley, the chances of them spotting us in our hidden alcove were minimal. We were effectively shrouded in darkness, hidden from prying eyes.

Jared's touch was both gentle and assertive as he pressed me against the wall. His hands, flat against the rough surface, rested on either side of my head. In the dim, distant light, I could discern the dilation of his pupils as his gaze roamed over me, tracing the contours of my body.

As his intentions became increasingly evident, it dawned on me what he had meant by 'distraction.' Surprisingly, I didn't feel the urge to protest or pull away. Instead, I met his intense gaze and waited, anticipation building in the stillness of that dark alley, for his next move.

The situation was surreal. The reserved Jade Jorgensen, who rarely ventured beyond the confines of her room, was now on the brink of an intimate encounter with her boyfriend in a dimly lit alley.

Jared extended his hand, silently requesting my phone. I regarded him with curiosity, unsure of his intentions.

"Trust me," he whispered, his voice laced with desire, "you won't need it now. I'll give it back to you later."

I reluctantly surrendered my phone into his waiting hand, and he tucked it away in his pocket before returning his full attention to me.

He connected both our lips, and I responded eagerly, my arms wrapping around him. The intensity of our kiss caused my off-shoulder dress to slip further down, exposing more of my skin. At that moment, I couldn't care less about my attire; my focus was entirely on Jared. I had no intentions of getting naked in an alley, but I knew Jared wouldn't let things go too far.

Jared continued to explore my mouth, his hands no longer bracing against the wall but on my hips, pulling me closer and pushing me gently against the wall. Our stifled moans echoed faintly in the narrow alley. His fingers traced the fabric of my dress, dangerously low on my chest, teasingly close to exposing my breasts if tugged further.

His hands found their way to my breasts, and I gasped as he cupped them through the fabric of my dress. My pleasure was building rapidly, and I couldn't help but let out a loud moan that reverberated through the alley. Jared quickly silenced me, his face inches from mine, a devious grin on his lips.

"Shh, baby, keep it down. We don't want anyone walking in on us," he whispered, his voice deep and filled with desire. He returned to my neck, nibbling on that sensitive spot I loved. His hand that had been teasing my breast moved lower, trailing along my stomach until it reached the hem of my dress, asking for permission.

I didn't have to nod; Jared knew what I wanted. He slipped his hand underneath my skirt, causing it to bunch up and reveal my legs, a sight meant only for him. His fingers touched my skin just above the knee, torturously caressing and guiding them up towards my underwear. My breath got caught up in my throat as he reached his desired destination. I was thankful to be pushed against the wall, or I'd be melting on the ground.

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