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  The surrounding crowd watched, making a miniature circle to observe our moves. We paid them no mind, lost in the world we created, surrounded by some bubble as we enjoyed each other’s company.

  When the slow jams slid through the air, we'd head for the bar, using vodka and tequila as fuel to go another round of freestyle choreography. We had our moments of small talk, revealing a few details of our lives.

  Jaxson talked about his position at PINC, being the leader of his team and having worked for the organization for ten years, starting at the age of twenty-one.

  He'd finished police foundations; his original dream was to become a police officer in the line of duty. Next thing he knew, he was on the newly assembled team of agents; PINC was only two years old at the time. It didn't take him long to move up in rank, taking case after case and being successful in solving the mysterious murder cases.

  Eventually, he became part of his current team, choosing to crack open specific unsolved mysteries, pulling them out of their files in the dusty, hidden cabinets with UNSOLVED labelled on them. No one wanted to invest their time into cases that didn't have enough evidence to lead them to a murderer.

  I explained my ambition to become a criminal investigator like him and that I was currently in school to accomplish my goal. I didn't feel the need to reveal my inner motivation; my mother's murder had been the trigger that pushed me to strive for justice. I wanted to help all those friends and families who yearned for closure after the murder of their loved ones, like myself.

  The second-best part was how close we'd danced during the remainder of the night; his body pressed against mine as his arm wrapped around my waist and we both grinned together, unwilling to stop the chemistry growing between us. The way his groin pressed against my back side made me wet with desire, wishing I was between the sheets making love to this stranger. My body craved his touch – it wasn't just a simple pinch of desire, it was a desperate urge to have his hands grip my hips; my body ached in anticipation of how his large cock would feel like as it pounded me into the land of ecstasy.

  As the song reached the last set of lyrics, we were both panting, sweaty, and horny. His amber eyes displayed a possessive eagerness as they roamed my body, starting from my eyes before taking an agonizingly slow descent; the beads of sweat glistened as the multi-colored lights shone above us.

  His hand clasped mine before he tugged me across the dance floor, heading towards a dark corner. Two seconds later, I was pinned against the wall; my legs wrapped securely around his lower waist as he held my body up. His hands squeezed my ass. My arms rested on his shoulders; my hands locked against his neck as we kissed. His mouth dominated, demanding the same attention his body requested as he entered my line of vision back at the bar.

  His tongue did wonders, contributing to the multiple, fresh hickeys on my neck; his sucking and biting game left me moaning for more. I was so gone in lust and yearning, I'd fuck him right here and now if I could – my sex pressed against his groin; his hardness only contributed to my growing thirst.

  It took us a long moment; the DJ announced the closure of the club in ten minutes before we pulled apart, panting as we attempted to catch our breaths. Our eyes still locked onto one another.

  "I don't think I should continue this. I have a boyfriend." I confessed.

  My mind told me how wrong it was to be making out with Jaxson while Jake was home, most likely passed out on the couch with chip crumbs covering his shirt and an empty beer bottle in his hand, but just the reminder made me want to be defiant and throw away my morals for one fucking night.

  I needed a sexual release, and I wouldn’t miss the chance with Jaxson.

  "If your man is dumb enough to let a woman as beautiful as you – with mystic eyes, stunning hair, and all of these exotic curves and hips – walk out of his grasp, then he doesn’t deserve you. If I was your man, I would take you everywhere, show you off to everyone. I would place you on a pedestal to be praised and worshipped."

  I was left speechless, as I stared up into his eyes; those copper tinged orbs reflected his determination and the truth in his words.

  Any reasoning that stopped me from letting go vanished as I lifted onto my tiptoes; my hand landed on his chest as I placed my lips against his. This wasn't as fast as the other ones.

  It was deliberately slow, allowing my heart to swell at his declaration. I’d never met a man that had moved me the way his words had. Maybe it was just a way for him to get into my pants or remove any hesitation from my mind, but I didn't care anymore. If it was his intention, so be it. I understood the consequences of what could, and more than likely would, happen because of this one-night stand, but if I could enjoy a good, heart pounding round of sex, I'd have no regrets.

  I pulled away reluctantly, meeting his gaze as he stared at me; his appreciative expression warmed my heart. He looked at me like I truly mattered to him.

  "How fast can we get a hotel at two in the morning?" I whispered; my voice breathy and low.

  "I can get a limo here in two minutes and a five-star suite facing the skyline of LA in three. Is that too long for you, Scar? I could always narrow it down to two minutes flat." He whispered, against my skin as he kissed me at the nape of my neck. I let out a deep moan; the noise unrecognizable to my ears as I closed my eyes.

  "Five minutes, I can be patient enough, but it better be worth it." I replied, opening my eyes to face him as he lifted his head to glance at me; his smile so alluring, I wish I took the second option.

  "Trust me, it will be worth it."

  Chapter Three

  The sound of the door unlocking cued me that we were at our booked hotel. Too bad, my lips were locked on Jaxson's; his arm tightened around my waist as he pressed me against the door.

  We pulled apart to breathe. A giggle escaped me while he chuckled lightly.

  "I need to open the door, Scar." He reminded.

  "I guess, you do," I whispered playfully; my hands roamed up his shirt, before hooking around his neck. He grinned, his hooded eyes knowing exactly what I wanted.

  He twisted the handle, opening the door before his foot held it steady as I claimed his lips once more. In a matter of seconds, I was lifted; my legs hooked around his waist as my tongue slipped into his mouth. He groaned, securing me in his arms before maneuvering himself into our room.

  He stood at the entrance for a moment; his mouth devoured mine as one hand remained on my ass, holding my weight. The other hand placed my purse, the card key, and whatever else was in his pocket onto the counter.

  It didn't take long till his hand returned to my ass, lifting me up before walking forward into the luxurious suite.

  "You taste so good, Scarlet," Jaxson mumbled; his tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring and battling for dominance. My hand roamed through his black locks, the other arm still securely hooked around his neck.

  I trusted Jaxson, his strong hands securely on my ass, and knew somewhere deep within me he'd never let me fall. I was tempted to feel his biceps, wondering how hard they would be constricted and in action as they were now.

  We'd reached the bed in no time; Jaxson lowered me onto the soft sheets. We pulled apart; Jaxson straightened before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. There was a playful smirk on his face as he watched me pull my dress over my head; my hair fell back and revealed my red bra with black lace. From the way Jaxson studied my body, demonstrated how much he enjoyed my choice of lingerie. His observant look made my insides flutter as I gave him a seductive smirk.

  "Come here, sexy." I reached my hand out, crooking my finger to usher him forward. His smirk grew into a grin as he took his shirt off, unbuttoning his dress pants. I watched him remove them with ease, sliding his black boxers with them, revealing his long length that was hard, making his arousal for me even more apparent.

  Not like I wasn't aroused by his chiseled body. My pussy was wet and ready to be pleased; the throbbing grew stronger with each second that passed. He took his time prowling onto the bed;
my body lay against the sheets, while he leaned over me.

  I lifted my hand to brush against his cheek; our eyes locked onto one another in the dimly lit room.

  "Scar."

  I didn't understand how a simple word from him could have such a powerful effect on me. I leaned up to kiss him; my body thrived for his touch – to feel every inch of him.

  Kiss, bite, suck. We got lost in one another; unable to deny what our bodies wanted. My bra was unclipped and dropped on the side of the bed. My hips rose up, and my hands slid the red silk material of my underwear down my legs, before successfully slipping them off my ankles to land wherever they felt like falling.

  Jaxson positioned his cock at my entrance; his fingers having done the good deed in making me wet and ready for him. He slid in slowly; my body hummed in satisfaction as I sighed – my head fell back into the pillow as Jaxson groaned.

  I couldn't help but open my eyes, seeing his eyes closed in pure pleasure. He opened them slowly; his gaze burned with intense heat as his cock stayed inside me. I could see the smirk form on his lips as his amber eyes hooded with a hunger only I could cure.

  I leaned forward, hooking my arms around his neck, kissing him on the neck.

  "Fuck me, Jaxson," I whispered in his ear.

  He didn't delay; his hips began to move with mine – our bodies in sync as we fucked. I moaned; my breaths became more and more rapid as my moans became louder.

  "Yes, ah, faster, baby." I pleaded, enjoying every thrust – his cock surpassed my expectations. I'd never fucked another man aside from Jake, and Jaxson was setting new standards.

  "So good and tight. You like this?" He questioned; his lips sucked at my flesh, making my head fall back as I moaned.

  "Fuck yes, faster, more." My hip movement increased; Jaxson's length so deep, my folds met the base of his shaft. He groaned, increasing the pace. I knew we were both close as we continued our fast momentum; sweat cloaked our bodies as we panted.

  I lifted my head to stare into his eyes – the lustful glint made me bite my lip as I tried not to cum.

  "I'm close." I strained to speak; my body sensitive as my pussy tightened around his erected cock.

  With him deep inside me, I could feel our connection. It was as if both my body and mind were trying to tell me that we needed to be together, and in this very moment with my senses on high as I reached the verge of climaxing, I knew Jaxson White would have a purpose in my life.

  "Scar, cum for me."

  My body shattered as I climaxed; my back arched as my head flew back. A loud moan escaped me. Strong hands held me from collapsing into the king size bed.

  Jaxson continued pounding ferociously; his moans became louder as he continued his fast pace. My body went tense as I tightened around his cock, causing him to give me one final pound before he came. He buried his head in my shoulder, muffling the loud groan that escaped him.

  He lowered us both to the bed; his hard penis remained inside me as I braced for the aftershocks coursing through my body, trying to catch my breath. I was a sweaty mess; my hair stuck to my skin.

  I'd removed my gloves, praying he wouldn't induce a vision during our love making. I couldn't help but want to feel every inch of him, and I got my wish.

  We didn’t stop there – changing positions after catching our breaths. I allowed my body to slide against his sweat glistened skin as I rode him, going agonizingly slow to frustrate him.

  I loved watching the satisfaction and growing need as I purposely slid myself up and down his cock. I didn't start increasing my pace until he let out a frustrated groan; his head leaned against the headboard.

  "Scar baby, fuck faster."

  I didn't need him to ask me twice; my mind urged me to go faster. My body ached to reach its limit.

  His eyes were locked onto my naked body as my boobs bounced while I continued; my heart raced as my moans became louder. I felt his cock stiffen inside me, making it a tight fit which only turned me on; the pleasure built. It took every ounce of control not to cum before him as I continued my rapid momentum.

  He leaned upward; his hands grasped my hips tightly, pushing me down so his full length slid into me, causing me to cum with a gasp. The powerful wave of pleasure rattled me.

  He came just as fast; his body grew stiff as his fingers dug into my skin. I could feel the hot liquid release; my pussy kept a tight clamp around his cock. We lay there panting; his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest, while I rested my head on his shoulder. My body continued riding out the multiple waves of ecstasy that followed.

  "Where have you been all my life, Scar?" He whispered against my neck; his voice breathy.

  "I just moved to this area recently. I’m sure if we’d met sooner, we'd be together, now wouldn't we?" I joked and allowed my eyes to close as I relaxed in his embrace.

  His lips smiled against my skin before he pressed them softly against my neck. I smiled, enjoying how passionate he was. Showing such a side didn't hinder the wild, dominating side that revealed itself during our first half of fast, exhilarating sex.

  "Was it worth it?" He questioned; his voice hinted at his curiosity. I could sense his confidence, not underestimating his skills.

  His hips had not only given me a good pounding, those lips held power and experience as he kissed me senseless, followed by sucking my hard nipples and pussy so intensely; I’d almost forgotten my own name.

  Regardless of whether his underlying intentions were to lure me to this luxurious suite to have sex only to go our separate ways in the morning, I'd never regret our night of dancing and love making.

  I nudged him slightly; his body lifted, so I could roll over to face him. His hands pressed against the white sheets as he stared down at me with a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

  "Yes, it was worth every second. I guess I've been missing out. Jimmy is nothing compared to this." I confessed, unable to resist staring at those fascinating amber eyes; their previously bright appearance now hooded with admiration as he continued to stare at me.

  He raised his eyebrow, tilting his head which made him look beyond cute.

  "Jimmy? Is that your boyfriend?" He asked.

  "Hell nah, Jimmy's my vibrator," I replied automatically before realizing the situation. My face grew warm as I glanced away, unable to look at his reaction.

  He lowered himself; his lips brushed against my neck before he was inches away from my ear.

  "Jimmy, you say? I'm glad to know I've outranked your vibrator, Scar. I'm disappointed in your, oh so loving boyfriend. He seems to be doing a shitty job at meeting your needs." His deep voice whispered as his hand trailed down my stomach. I tried to calm my heart as it began to race, anticipating yet another round of pleasure.

  "I...don't really know why I stay with him. Maybe out of pity. He isn’t the person he was five years ago. Now, I don't know. All we do is argue, and he drinks. I don't love him anymore I guess." I whispered.

  "Why don't you break up with him? It's not right for you to hold him back if you don't love him. It's also not fair to yourself. You’re a successful woman on a path that will only continue to bring you up in this world. Are you fine with him staying by your side when you can find someone more suited to take the role as your boyfriend? I don't know if he still loves you, but to me, he doesn't deserve you."

  I turned my head to face him; my eyes wide. I wanted to keep my mind set on this being a one-night thing, but he was making it difficult. He could be spewing lies, yet my mind told me otherwise. His proclamation didn’t sound as if he was trying to woo me over, but was sincere. I don't know why I knew his words were true, but my gut had never steered me wrong before.

  Even with my current situation with Jake, my instincts constantly nagged at my brain, trying to push me to do the right thing and leave him. I wasn't relying on him; he was relying on me. If he decided to leave after my no show tonight, I wouldn't even bat an eye. I'd move on with no issues whatsoever, but for him with no job or family, I assumed he'd fin
d himself at a shelter.

  "If I do break up with him...would, um." I began but trailed off, unable to find the words for what I wanted to ask.

  I'd just met Jaxson four hours ago. I couldn't simply ask him to commit to me as a substitute for my alcoholic, selfish boyfriend who couldn't get his shit together. I wasn’t even sure going into another relationship right after Jake would be the smartest idea.

  Jaxson deserved to be someone's number one priority, instead of being a rebound to help someone like me move forward. To be fair, there wouldn’t be much grieving in this case.

  I could already imagine the partying I'd do with Cece to celebrate freedom. Maybe I could invite him just so we could have some fun later on?

  He leaned forward; his lips pressed firmly against mine as his hand grasped my cheek. My hand roamed through his hair as my other slid down his back. My mind knew this would end, but my body wanted this; it wanted Jaxson White.

  We finally pulled apart, unable to continue without taking a few breaths.

  "Scarlet, either your so-called boyfriend gets his act together, or I'll steal you away from him and let him regret taking his eyes off you. If I have to fight to have you in my life, trust me, I'll do it. I don't believe in love at first sight, but...this? I don't know; I feel pulled to you and baby, you’re so addicting." He admitted; his husky voice made my stomach flip with happiness as his words sunk in.

  "You'd fight for me? For, whatever this is? You just met me, but I kind of feel the same. I'm surprised I can touch you without passing out." I whispered the last part more to myself than to the man looking down at me.

  "I wanted to ask about this, but I didn't think it was right for me to nudge into your private life." He pointed out; the hand on my cheek lifted to grasp the hand that was relaxing on his left shoulder. He inspected my hand for a moment; his eyes showed his deep concentration before they returned to mine.