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Chapter Eight

J O R D A N

“What do you fucking want?” I whisper shouted, pointing my gun to the guy at my door. I gasped softly when I saw who was giving me a heart attack.

“There s—she is,” Charlie slurred, and he took a step towards me, hitting the barrel of my gun with his chest. “What is this?”

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

“What the fuck are you doing here? In the middle of the night?” I hissed, lowering the gun.

“Can I please come in? It’s scary out here,” he pleaded, and rolled my eyes.

“Whatever.”

I stepped aside to let him in before closing the door and locking it, again.

“What is this place?” Charlie asked as he looked around, stumbling into my living room. “It’s so small.”

“Did you come here to just insult my apartment?”

He abruptly turned around, almost falling flat on his face, and I crossed my arms.

“Of course not,” he retorted.

I grabbed his face, slapping his cheek a few times.

“How much did you have to drink?” I asked, feeling his burning skin under my fingertips.

“Just enough,” he muttered, placing his hands on my hips.

I could feel his breath on my face, the sour whiskey aroma strong enough to make me drunk. Taking a step back, I headed for the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“Jordan.”

I turned around, almost dropping the glass.

“Jesus,” I breathed out, trying to control myself as I stared at Charlie’s undressed chest. It was as good as I remembered, and I caught myself staring a little too long.

“D’you know why I came here?” he asked, swaying a little.

“Please, enlighten me,” I huffed, leaning against the counter behind me.

“Because I want to have sex with you again. And I k—know you want it too,” he slurred and I sighed.

I walked up to him, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him to my bedroom.

“Ooh, I like where this is going. Where we are going?”

God, he’s like a child.

“Charlie, I need you to drink this, and lay down on your side,” I ordered, pushing him on the bed.

He tumbled backwards, spreading his arms as he landed on the mattress.

“I like where this is going,” he mumbled again, tugging on his slacks and I quickly placed his water on the bedside table.

“No, no, no. Keep your pants on,” I said as I leaped forward, placing my hand over his, stopping him from taking his pants off.

“Oh, you want to do it. Okay,” he smirked and he folded his hands behind his head, giving me a perfect view of his abs.

Fuck me.

“Charlie, stop it! I’m not going to sleep with you,” I snapped in annoyance, and he sat up.

“Why not?” he pouted, grabbing my hands.

“Because you’re drunk.”

We all know I would fuck him if he’s sober at this point. Let’s not deny it anymore.

“So when I’m not drunk, can we have sex then?” he asked and I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe. Now, go lay down.”

Charlie smiled, his dimples making an unwanted appearance and almost making me regret my decision to not fuck him.

“I don’t feel so good,” he grimaced.

Shit.

“Please don’t throw up on my bed,” I whined, pulling him on his feet and helping him to the bathroom.

We stumbled inside, just reaching the toilet before Charlie emptied his stomach.

I tried pinching my nose, but he could barely stay upright without my help, so I breathed through my mouth as I held him.

Fortunately, it wasn’t very long until he sat back and wiped his mouth, closing his eyes.

I flushed the toilet and cleaned it up, grabbing a wet towel to wipe his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered breathlessly, the playfulness replaced by fatigue.

“Sure. Here,” I handed him a spare toothbrush with some toothpaste and gratefully he took it.

I helped him brush his teeth and cleaned up the toothpaste stains he created in the process, trying not to get distracted as I wiped his chest.

Once I had got him into bed, I grabbed a few painkillers and placed them on the bedside table, next to his water.

He was going to need those in the morning.

There was no way that I was taking the couch, so I climbed into bed next to him, careful not to wake him, even though nothing probably could at that point.


I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the light and I looked down, feeling a weight on me.

I chuckled softly when I noticed Charlie, lightly snoring against my stomach, while he rested one hand on my left boob.

It was weird that we were so comfortable, even though we only met a week ago.

There was some sort of friendly connection between us, despite him annoying me most of the time.

I carefully tried to slip out of bed, but Charlie groaned and tightened his grip on my waist, his other hand still resting on my breast.

“Charlie,” I said softly, shaking his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up.

It didn’t work though.

Time for plan B.

I used all my strength to flip him over, pushing him back to his side of the bed.

“What?” he moaned, his brows knitting together as his eyes slowly opened. “Why’s it so bright in here?”

“Good morning sunshine,” I chirped extra loud, chuckling when he flinched and draped an arm over his eyes.

After a few seconds, he shot up in bed, frantically looking around.

“Baby?” he frowned and I raised my brows. “What are you doing here? Oh fuck, I can’t believe I don’t remember that.” He dropped back on the mattress, sighing disappointedly.

“Remember what? The night wasn’t that great,” I retorted, raising my brows.

He turned his head, smirking. “A night with me is always great, Jordan."

“Not when you almost barfed all over me,” I stated. “And you’re in my house, so I’ll ask the same thing I asked yesterday, why did you come here?”

“I don’t really... remember,” he replied.

“Yeah, I got that.”

I pushed the covers off, trying to get out of bed without Charlie’s eyes on me.

Which, naturally, didn’t work.

I shrieked softly when he crawled on top of me, grabbing my wrists and pushing them into the mattress.

“I remember now,” he cooed, all signs of a hangover gone.

“What are you doing?” I asked, making no attempt to wiggle out of his grasp.

“I’m trying to seduce you,” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips against my neck. “Is it working?”

He knew damn well that it was working, and I wanted to give in. Just a little.

“Hmm,” I hummed, closing my eyes and arching my back slightly.

He pressed his lips against the sweet spot under my ear and I let my head fall back, giving him more access.

I could feel him smile against my skin as I ignored the need to push him off, surrendering to the fact—I had lost this battle.

“Charlie...” I moaned and his grip on my wrists tightened.

“God, I didn’t know I could love your moaning more than I already do, but when you moan my name like that—” he paused, lowering his hips, letting me feel the effect it had on him. “It makes me want to do very dirty things to you.”

I was seconds away from giving in before deciding to be smart about the situation.

“Charlie, we need to talk about this.”

“Then talk,” he leaned down and pressed his lips against my neck, sucking and kissing as he listened.

“We have to keep this a secret from everyone,” I breathed out, trying to think straight as Charlie continued to turn me on.

“Hmm.”

“I want—”

I rolled my eyes, interrupted by the ear-piercing sound of my phone ringing, and Charlie let his head fall against my shoulder, releasing my wrists.

“One of these days I’m going to kill the person that dares to interrupt us,” he mumbled under his breath and I chuckled, reaching for my phone on the bedside table.

“Oh my god,” I muttered when I recognized the caller ID, and I shot up, scooting back to sit up against the headboard.

“What?” Charlie scoffed, rolling off me and taking a sip of the water next to him.

I answered the call, bringing the device to my ear with shaky hands.

“Jordan Sawyer, speaking.”

“Hi, Ms. Sawyer, this is Oscar from Cendose Incorporated. I’m calling you regarding your job interview from last Friday.”

My eyes widened and Charlie raised a brow.

“Yes, hi.”

“My apologies for the late call, but I have great news,” Oscar said and I could feel my heart rate going up, butterflies storming my stomach. “I’m happy to inform you that we would like to hire you for the position.”

I did a mental happy dance and without thinking, grabbed Charlie’s hand, giving it a little squeeze.

“That’s great! Thank you so much!” I answered quickly, realizing I was still on the phone.

Oscar chuckled.

“You’re very welcome. We expect you in the office on Monday morning, 9:00 AM sharp. We will talk over the contract and start your training.”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll be there.”

I was bouncing up and down, almost unable to contain my happiness any longer.

“Good. Have a nice weekend and we’ll see each other on Monday.”

“Yes, you too.”

I hung up the phone and chucked it on my bedside table, jumping up and straddling Charlie.

“What the—” he blinked in surprise as I pulled my top over my head.

“Touch me,” I breathed, lifting a leg and taking my shorts off.

“I thought you wanted to talk?” Charlie chuckled as I undid his slacks.

I leaned forward and started to place kisses on his chest, feeling the ridges of his hard muscles under my hands.

“I’m way too turned on to talk,” I mumbled between kisses and Charlie smirked, grabbing my hips with both hands.

I was ecstatic because I got the job, and I had resisted this urge to have sex with Charlie for far too long.

“Alright, come sit on my face,” he said and I squealed.

Eagerly, I took off my panties and moved up on the bed, letting Charlie guide me to straddle his head.

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbled and I grabbed the headboard to steady myself, gasping when I felt his tongue against my hot core.

“Did you just talk to my pussy?” I groaned.

Charlie ignored my comment and flicked my clit with his tongue, eliciting a loud moan from my lips.

“Oh, god,” I breathed out, rocking my hips back and forth to take as much pleasure as I could.

Charlie really was an expert with his tongue, dipping into me at the right moments, making me tighten my grip on the headboard.

Tingles went up my spine as he continued to pleasure me, shrieking softly when he added two fingers to the mix.

Pumping them in and out, curling to rub the right spot, he brought me to the brink of my orgasm.

“I’m coming. Please let me come,” I begged, having some experience with Charlie’s ways.

“Hmm, I love hearing you beg,” he mumbled against me and he flattened his tongue against my clit, pushing me over the edge.

“Yes, Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck,” I screamed out as I rocked my hips back and forth faster and harder, riding out my orgasm.

Charlie continued the delicious strokes with his tongue until my legs were shaking, and then quickly grabbed my waist, throwing me on my back on the bed.

“Remember your safe word, Baby?” he asked and I opened my eyes, still trying to catch my breath.

I pressed my teeth into my lower lip, spreading my legs.

“Use your words,” he demanded and I was reintroduced to the playful, mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“I do,” I said firmly, and Charlie smiled. He shedded his slacks and boxers, blessing me with the sight of his big dick, that was already hard and ready for me.

“One week,” he pointed out, and I raised my brows. “It took you one week, before you gave into me.”

I playfully slapped his thigh, before I wrapped my hands around his neck, intertwining my fingers and pulling him down.

“No more talking,” I cooed, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the tip of his cock against my pussy, rubbing the little bundle of nerves.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and he started to press in.

“Wait,” I yelped, pushing him back. “Condom.”

“Well, this is your house.”

I pointed to the drawer of the bedside table, and a minute later Charlie had rolled the rubber on his length and was pushing into me.

“Jesus,” I groaned, reminded that he was not normal sized, which sounded good in my head, but felt a little less good if he went too fast.

“Oh my god. You’re so fucking tight. I love it,” he mumbled against my skin as he distracted me with open mouth kisses on my neck.

“No, you’re massive,” I countered, and he lifted his face, showing me his ever so cocky smirk.

“Ready?” he asked and I nodded.

“Give it to me, big boy,” I teased, gasping as he started to thrust in and out of me.

I moaned loudly, crossing my ankles behind his back. I grabbed the sheets under my head, trying to steady myself.

“Fuck. Yes. Oh, god!” I gasped, throwing my head back and arching my back.

We should’ve just done this sooner.

Our breathless moans filled the room, the sheets half hanging off the bed as the headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust.

Charlie continued to push into me as he pressed his lips on mine, shoving his tongue in. I moaned into his mouth when one of his hands glided over my chest, his fingers teasing the top of my collarbones.

But I wanted more. I needed more.

I shoved him off and ignored the surprised look on his face as I crawled on top of him. I rested a hand on his shoulder, using the other to align his cock with my opening, before I lowered onto him.

He smiled against my skin and he took some between his teeth, biting and nibbling, as he placed both hands on my ass, pushing himself deeper into me.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, rolling my hips on his.

“Hmm, you taste so good,” Charlie mumbled, enveloping one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking, making it harder for me to concentrate on the movement of my hips.

My moans got higher and louder as I bounced up and down on him, my hips slapping faster and faster against his as I chased another orgasm.

“Yes, come for me, Baby.”

I did as he said, and continued moving until my walls tightened, choking Charlie’s dick.

“Fuck.”

As I finished, my body turned to jelly. Charlie flipped us back over and slammed into me, thrusting hard until he filled the condom, his fingers digging into my hips as he came.

Out of breath, he collapsed on top of me, and I chuckled.

“This is too good, not to do again,” he panted, and I nodded in agreement.

Sorry, Ashley.

“You’re right. But...”

Charlie pulled out and trashed the condom, sliding his boxers back on.

I completely lost my train of thought, watching the muscles move in his back as he walked, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Yes?” Charlie asked, breaking me out of my trance.

“I—” I blinked a few times, trying to remember what I wanted to say. Charlie crawled back onto the bed and I rested my head on his chest.

“Lost for words, huh?” he teased and I rolled my eyes.

“So, we don’t tell Ashley, or anyone, and...” I bit my lip, a little nervous about my next condition. “I want to be the only one you fuck.”

Charlie’s muscles tightened underneath me, and I closed my eyes.

Did I ruin things before they even started?

“Ok. The same goes for you,” he finally said and I nodded.

“Yes.”

“And, no feelings,” he added and I propped onto my elbow, turning to face him.

“What?”

“You can’t catch feelings.”

I forgot how conceited he was. Not that I was the love of his life or that I even wanted that, but he could at least act like I was in the running.

“Who says I’m the one who catches feelings?” I scoffed and Charlie chuckled.

“Cute. But fine, if one of us catches feelings, we stop.”

“Deal,” I answered, holding up my hand for him to shake.

And he did.

After that, we went at it like rabbits.

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