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A frown finds me. “You’re saying you regret—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. And get rid of that frown. I don’t regret anything. Doesn’t change that it shouldn’t have happened.”
He’s right. I knew we shouldn’t have crossed this line when money is involved. But that’s a problem for another day. Nothing has felt more right than the emotional connection we’ve formed and expressing that bond physically.
He raises the knuckles of my right hand to his lips and presses soft kisses to my skin. It’s such a simple yet intimate gesture that I’m certain would make me blush if I weren’t flushed already.
Daxton returns to his side of the bed and pulls me flush against his body, the two of us face to face. He hitches my leg over his waist, his cock still hard and throbbing against my groin, then twirls a finger through my hair and places a kiss on my forehead. “Sleep, kitten.”
Somehow, I follow Daxton’s command and relax in the warmth of his arms. As I drift off to sleep, one thing lingers on my mind. Daxton was right. The orgasm he gave me was better than any orgasm I’ve received from a book, and we haven’t even had sex yet.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Daxton
For the entire drive back to the city, Jordan rests her head on my chest in the back seat of the car, cocooned beneath my arm. Nothing ruins this moment, not even the incoming call from my brother. I ignore him and enjoy my time with Jordan. The two of us don’t speak a word but there’s a new closeness between us, an intimacy ever since waking in each other’s arms.
An intimacy based on a lie.
Thatrealization pulls me back from bliss.
I don’t have time for dishonest people.
I cut them out of my life.
I don’t know what I was thinking, bringing Jordan to Josh’s party and grinding up against her in bed. Iwasn’tthinking, at least not with my head. The only thing redeemable about the situation is that I didn’t sleep with her. I need to keep my dick in my pants.
Don’t have sex with Jordan.
Don’t kiss her.
I tell myself it’s a good thing I’m heading back to LA for the week. Even so, I can’t bring myself to release Jordan from my arms. I can’t stop smiling at everything she says and treating her like she’s my girl.
Our car arrives at The Hawk Grand Hotel and the driver opens the backseat door. Holding Jordan’s hand, I help her onto the pavement.
While the driver retrieves our belongings from the trunk, I pull Jordan aside and stroke my hands through her hair. “Staying at The Hamptons last night has made my schedule tight today. I have to say goodbye to you here and head straight to my flight.”
“Oh, okay.” Jordan’s smile drops and she looks down.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s fine. I just… thought I still had a few hours with you. I had a good time with you this weekend and don’t want you to leave.”
God, I love the sound of those words. “Yeah?”
“Will you… call me again every night?”
“Of course. I’ll see you next Friday.” By then, Ineedto figure out a way to tell Jordan the truth without losing her.
I desperately want to kiss Jordan goodbye. Instead, I go for the next best thing and lift her hand to my lips, then head back to the car.
“Daxton?”
I turn to face Jordan, intrigued by the nervous smile she wears.
“Before you go, um, Mina wanted me to ask you something. Look, she’s pretty protective of me. She doesn’t like this escorting deal between us.” Jordan cringes at those words, and I know it has to be because of the closeness we’ve formed. I don’t like the sound of them either and make a mental note to end this business arrangement the two of us have… once I figure out how to make her my honest girlfriend.
“So, anyway,” Jordan continues, speaking faster this time. She enters a full-on ramble, and I must admit it’s kind of cute. “Mina said she wants to meet you so she can scope you out and hopefully feel at ease about me being with you. So, ah… she asked me to invite you to a party she’s hosting. It’s this Wednesday night. I told her it was pointless for me to ask you to attend the party because you won’t be in town. But she insisted I ask. Well, this is me asking you. I know it’s stupid, so forget it—”
