Page 99 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
Mina’s Instagram. I had to come and check out my competition.
Jordan says something to Mina then checks her phone again. The next second, Jordan hits Mina’s arm and shouts. The music is loud, but I can still hear her say, “I can’t believe you posted that!”
Mina wards Jordan off, laughing. “I’m sorry. Actually, I’m not. You need a push in the right direction and I knew Daxton would come here if he saw my post.”
A new guy steps up to the ladies. Tall, dark, and muscles visible through his shirt. He grins at Jordan, standing closer to her than normal while introducing himself. I clench my jaw while watching the interaction, commanding myself not to interfere.
Jordan’s eyes flick to me mid-conversation. The tiniest smile tugs at her lips, disappearing so fast that I question whether I imagined it.
Daxton
Who’s the guy you’re talking to?
Jordan
I don’t know. Don’t care. I just like the way you look at me when you’re jealous.
Is that what this is—you enjoy making me suffer? I’m okay with that. I deserve to suffer. I will do all the groveling it takes to get you back. Tell me what else you like.
I liked last night.
I know you did.
Have you read my letter yet?
Jordan reads my texts then returns her phone to her purse. She says something to Mina and leaves without another word to the guy, walking through a crowd of people gathered around the bar. I abandon my post and follow her, curious as to where she’s going. Jordan turns a corner then enters an unmarked door. I hesitate, questioning whether she’s entered the Ladies’ room. But then I spot the door to the left labeledLadies’ Restroom. So, what room has Jordan walked into?
I follow her inside, met with what looks to be a small sitting room. Like the rest of the nightclub, the lights are dim. Plush velvet couches line the room and potted ferns sit in the corners. The heavy beats of the music are softer in here, better for easy conversation.
“Jordan?” I glance around, finding her leaning against the wall behind me.
Her gaze drops to my lips and lingers, but it’s not tenderness that I see within her eyes. Instead, heat and passion, just like when we connected last night in the penthouse. From this one look, I can tell she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about last night either. She can deny it all she wants, but last night wasn’tjustsex for either of us. I felt it in the way she kissed me, how she looked into my eyes and clung to me. So many deep emotions were involved.
“Baby—”
“Don’t talk,” she murmurs, the breathy, sensual tone of her voice traveling straight to my dick. “You’re right—I do want more groveling, but not with your words.”
A rasp escapes my throat at her implication. She’s not shutting me out anymore. This is progress. In fact… I think she likes this, having power over me. Seeing me beg.
Fuck, that’s hot. I’ll happily give her what she needs. I’ll beg. I’ll worship her. Whatever it takes.
My eyes roam down her body and back up, lingering on the way her breasts swell with each shallow breath she takes. Even with the mood lighting, I can see her cheeks blushing.
A chair stands nearby us. I grab it and wedge the back beneath the door handle, securing our privacy. Jordan watches me with hooded eyes as I stalk toward her. Slowly, I lower to my knees and place my hands on the bare skin of her thighs as I gaze up at her. She feels so warm under my palms. Holding her is pure heaven.
Her breathing grows louder as I press my lips to the inside of her thighs. Sliding my hands higher, I slip them beneath the seam of her panties. She shudders as I gently pull them down her legs, then she whimpers as I kiss in between, gliding my tongue over her clit.
“Daxton,” she moans softly, bunching her hands through my hair.
Hearing Jordan say my name sends heat to my dick. I continue kissing Jordan’s sweet spot until her legs grow weak from pleasure. She struggles to remain standing, so I rise to my feet and wrap an arm around her waist, supporting her body as my fingers create slow circles on her clit.
Jordan gasps at the hardness of my dick pressing through my pants, digging into her side. Her hand grips me through the fabric, making me grunt at the unexpected contact.
“Feel how hard I am for you, baby?”
My finger pushes inside her tight opening. She sighs with pleasure, clinging to my shoulders, so I add another finger, stretching her open. Jordan cries out, so loud that I’m sure anyone walking past this room will hear, even with the club’s loud music. Her legs grow weaker, buckling beneath her until I’m supporting her whole body weight.
She grabs my wrist suddenly, causing me to stop pleasuring her. Jordan peers up at me with a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead and a glazed look in her eyes like she’s close to coming. “I don’t want to come like this. You know how I want it.” She presses her lips to mine, kissing me with an open mouth. My body quivers at the feeling of Jordan wanting me. I kiss her back with as much force, only stopping when she whispers the sweetest words I’ve ever heard. “Make love to me, Daxton. Please.”
