Page 95 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
“You’re right. I should put on a condom.”
I glare at him and bounce faster.
“That’s what I thought. You want my cum.”
“I hate you.”
“I know you do, baby. Just don’t stop fucking me. Stay and punish me. Take your anger out on my cock.”
His words send another wave of sparks from my core all throughout my body. I still can’t wrap my head around how Daxton and Steel are the same person. Not so long ago I was fantasizing about what it would be like to meet Steel and kiss him. To havesexwith him. None of those fantasies match this moment. I never could have envisioned anything this intense. Each time I’ve had sex with Daxton it’s been incredible, but this right now is on a whole new level. It’s more passionate than anything I’ve ever experienced. Raw and primal.
Breathless, I speak my thoughts aloud. “I thought about this—what sex would be like with Steel. I touched myself over him so many times.” Another flurry of pleasure spreads through me, knowing I’m living out that fantasy right now, having sex with Steel. “You’re him.”
“Admit it,” he rasps. “There’s a deep part of you that’s turned on by me being Steel.”
I won’t say the words out loud, but he’s right. Instead, I give in to desire and kiss him, our lips fast against each other’s as I work myself up and down on his dick. Sweat forms over my skin as we share breath.
“I know you still love him,” Daxton says against my lips. “You still love me. We can have that connection again, both of them—the one from Secret Santa and what we’ve formed in person.”
I moan at the temptation and kiss Daxton harder, knotting my fingers through his hair. His thumb finds my clit and that is the end of me. Unable to stop myself, my orgasm consumes me, spreading through my body with white heat.
“Yes, that’s it. You’re so beautiful, Jordan. I love you,” Daxton groans, letting go at the same time. His cock thrusts up with several sharp jabs. I gasp his name, spasming tighter around his length as his cum pumps into me and he confesses his love.
When Daxton finally stops, my whole body tingles blissfully as my orgasm slowly fades away. I rest my forehead on his as we grow still, all but for our ragged breathing. In this moment, there’s only me and him, the way he worships me and how perfectly our bodies fit together.
And then he speaks, drawing me back to reality. “Jordan, baby…” He strokes my cheek, gazing into my eyes. “Please, read my letter.”
Daxton’s voice is so genuine. So pleading and full of pain that it hurts me. And that’s where the problem lies. I can’t be feeling this for him. I don’t want to leave this penthouse. I still love him even though I don’t want to.
I lean back and adjust the top of my dress, returning myself to modesty. “I already told you, Mina threw your letter in the trash. I need to leave now.”
ChapterForty-Nine
Jordan
“You had sex with Daxton?” Mina repeats, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. “I ask how your meeting with Tom Sanders went last night and your response isI had sex with Daxton?”
I shrug, the two of us having dinner with Ryan at the dining table. Thank God Zac is at the gym again with Adrian and Darius because I don’t know if I could handle another person’s questions. “It just kind of happened.”
Mina places the fork on her plate and leans forward, fascinated. “Babe, I’m going to need details. Explicit details.”
“Um… Maybe later when my brother isn’t listening.”
Ryan cuts into his chicken. “I really don’t care. But before you two get into Jordan’s boy drama, tell me first about this Tom Sanders job offer—”
“It was complete bullshit. There was no job.” With Mina and Zac off at rehearsals all day and Ryan meeting with investors in his kombucha company, now is the first chance I’ve had to discuss the details with anyone. “Tom was using me to seek revenge on Daxton. But I’m not hung up on it because you know that meeting I had with The Feather Tease Lounge today?”
“Oh my God, yes!” Mina squeals. “How did that go?”
“Really well. They want me to dance full-time for them as a lead act. I’m accepting the offer.”
They both cheer at the news and jump up from their chairs, running around the table to smother me in hugs.
“You deserve this,” Mina says. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks,” I laugh, buried beneath their arms. “Let’s hope this works out.”
“Are you kidding me? Of course it will,” Ryan says as they return to their seats. “That’s exciting.”
