Page 62 of Two Chambered Heart

It was a short ride back to the condo, and they parked their bikes in the underground, taking the elevator up to the penthouse. It seemed Corey wanted to pick up where they left off, because she continued poking him with stupid questions and he kept snapping at her, which only made her more committed to riling him up.

Kayden flipped his shoes off and left them bickering in the front hall while they each unlaced their boots.

“So, who’s this Payton girl?” Corey finally asked him.

“She’s someone I like to fuck. Why? Are you jealous?”

“No, I just didn’t know you had any feelings in there,” she said, prodding at his chest.

Jason scoffed at her. “I don’t.”

“That’s not true.” She blew a long breath out before she said, “All you do is hide behind your disdain. Just… let me see who you are.”

He grabbed her finger in annoyance and brought her hand down. “I’m not a puzzle, Corey. I’m not something for you to try and figure out or play with.”

“That’s not what I want.” Her voice was small. He let her hand go.

“Then what do you want from me?” he spat at her.

She paused, no quick comeback or easy answer. Maybe she hadn’t fully thought this through. Or maybe she realized she wanted nothing from him, and he’d been right. That he was just a challenge for her.

He let out a breath that was half laughter, half scorn, and turned to leave her in the hallway. She grabbed his arm, pulling him to her. The force in which she’d yanked him took him entirely by surprise, and he found his body pressed flat to hers.

She was looking up at him with colour on her cheeks and an expression he couldn’t quite decipher.

Jason leaned down to whisper in her ear in a low voice. “You want to fuck me, Corey? Is that what you’re after?”

Her pupils dilated and he pulled back, smiling down at her with the satisfied sneer of a villain.

Corey huffed out a long breath and pushed him away. He knew all her buttons to push.

“I want toknowyou,” she finally said, and threw her hands up in the air, exasperated.

“Yeah? That’s all you want? Well, let me show you who I am, sweetheart.” Jason motioned for the stairs, inviting her up. She took a hesitant step towards the staircase, still looking at Jason, unsure if she should continue. He nodded at her, and she started her ascent up, Jason close on her heels.

He led her to his door, which was down the hall from Kayden’s, and held it open for her. She stepped inside.

The dark green walls were brooding and moody. It was a reflection of him. He pulled the dimmer up so a gold hue lightened the space. Her eyes roamed around the room, taking in everything there was to see and cataloging it. There were no pictures hung up, nothing to show who actually inhabited the room, aside from the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf that was overflowing with used books. The variety of old classics and postmodern literature was messily strewn across the shelves and the floor in front of it. His king-sized bed sat in the centre of the room, the slatted mahogany headboard looming over the mattress.

Jason put his hand on Corey’s lower back. She startled, jumping slightly and looked at him. He pressed his hand into her, guiding her into the corner of his room, where a large leather sling back chair sat. He turned her around to face him. He was so close to her that he could feel her breath hitch prettily. The tension they’d been riding all night—hell for the last few weeks—was finally peaking, and Jason could almost taste it.

He licked his lips.

She bit hers.

He smiled down at her, but it was all threat.

“Unbutton your jeans and take them off.”

She hesitated for only a minute before doing what he said. She shimmied out of her jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Kayden’s shirt was like a dress on her, since it was no longer tucked in. He reached out and unbuttoned the few buttons that were done up.

Slowly, Corey slipped the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground as well.

Her underwear matched the lacy bra that had been sticking out and teasing him throughout dinner. It was a deep burgundy colour that complemented her skin tone. He wanted to rip it right off her, but he restrained himself. She stood tall, lifting her chin slightly, no shame in baring her body before him. And she should be proud of her body, her cut stomach and thick legs. She was well-muscled, but lean. Perfect, he thought, though he’d already known this about her.

He ran his knuckles up her stomach, and the muscles fluttered beneath his touch. He let himself touch her, roaming up her sternum to her clavicles. Everywhere his fingers grazed, goosebumps erupted in his wake. Her skin was burning hot. Her cheeks were flushed.

He stepped closer to her. “Sit.”

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