JAY JAY POV
I didn't wait for a second invitation. I scrambled out of the pool, my wet PJs heavy and dripping, and bolted for the glass doors. I could hear Keifer's slow, deliberate footsteps on the tile behind me, but I didn't look back. I practically flew up the grand staircase, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
I reached my room and lunged for the door, my fingers trembling as I grabbed the handle. I was halfway through the threshold, ready to slam it and click the lock, when a heavy hand caught the edge of the wood.
Keifer looked, entirely too composed for someone who had just chased a girl up a flight of stairs. He didn't say a word as he reached back and clicked the lock. The sound echoed in the quiet room like a gavel.
"Profanity time," he said, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. He started walking toward me, drying his hands on a small towel he'd grabbed along the way.
"Keifer," I breathed, backing away until the backs of my knees hit the edge of that massive king-sized bed. My heart was thundering. I was soaking wet, shivering from the AC
He didn't give me time to argue or negotiate. He closed the distance in two strides, his hands finding my waist and pulling me flush against him. He was warm—so warm compared to the pool water—and he tasted like the sophisticated trouble he always was.
He kissed me before I could even get a sarcastic word out. It wasn't a question; it was the first installment of the debt I'd racked up downstairs.
"Keifer," I gasped into his mouth, my head spinning. My hands, which should have been pushing him away, ended up clutching the front of his shirt.
"Hmm?" he hummed against my lips, his grip on my waist tightening. He didn't let me breathe for more than a second before he was capturing my mouth again, deeper this time, reclaiming every single inch of territory.
I was losing the battle.
His tongue swept against mine, and a soft, broken moan escaped my throat—a sound that only seemed to make him more possessive.
"Asshole," I whispered against his lips, my brain clearly not learning its lesson.
Keifer pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark, swirling with that look that meant I'd just increased the interest rate on my debt. "That's another one, Jay-Jay," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "Keep them coming. I have all night to collect."
Keifer didn't stay on my lips for long. He moved, trailing a path of fire down my jawline until his mouth found the sensitive skin of my neck. I felt a sharp intake of breath as he nipped at the spot he'd marked earlier, and my hands—betraying every bit of my common sense—reached up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Oh dear god, Keifer," I moaned, my head falling back as I instinctively gave him more space to explore.
The cold from the pool was completely gone, replaced by a heat so intense it made my knees weak. My heart was thundering, and for a second, I felt like I was floating.
Jay-Jay, what are you doing? A tiny, frantic voice in the back of my head screamed.
Nothing... just moaning for him, I replied to myself, my eyes fluttering shut.
I was at the mercy of the most dangerous guy in Section E, in a locked room, in my soaking wet PJs, and I couldn't even find it in me to care. He shifted his grip, his hands sliding up from my waist to my back, pressing me so close I could feel the rapid-fire thumping of his own heart against my chest.
"You're so loud tonight, Jay-Jay," Keifer whispered against my skin, his voice thick and rough. "Is it because we're under my roof? Or because you finally realized you can't run from me?"
I couldn't answer. I could barely even think. Every time his lips brushed against a new patch of skin, I felt another jolt of electricity.
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his gaze dark and heavy with a possessiveness that should have terrified me. Instead, it just made me want more.
"How many were there, Jay?" he murmured, his thumb tracing my swollen lower lip. "How many more penalties do I have to collect before you're finally mine?"
"Too many," I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. "You're... you're a monster, Keifer."
"A monster you can't stop touching," he reminded me, a slow, predatory smirk playing on his lips before he lunged for my mouth again.
The heat in the room was suffocating, and the wet fabric of my PJs was starting to feel like a cage. Keifer seemed to sense it too. In one fluid, dominant motion, he pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me shivering—not from the cold, but from the intensity of his gaze on me.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful, Jay," he rasped, his voice thick with a raw kind of hunger I'd never heard before.
He didn't wait for me to recover. He leaned down, his lips trailing from my collarbone to the swell of my chest, kissing me there with a possessiveness that made my toes curl. My back hit the mattress as he hovered over me, his weight pinning me down in the best way possible.
"Keifer, please," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He paused, bracing himself on his elbows to look down at me. His eyes were dark, almost black, and swirling with a mix of desire and that infuriating smugness.
"Please what, Jay-Jay?" he teased, his breath hot against my skin. "Please stop... or please don't?"
I looked up at him, my pride currently buried under miles of pure attraction. My brain was screaming at me to kick him off, to reclaim my dignity. But my body had other plans.
"Please... don't stop," I whispered.
Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so—
I didn't even have time to finish the thought. Keifer let out a low, guttural growl at my admission and crashed his lips back onto mine. This wasn't a negotiation anymore. This was a total takeover.
His hands were everywhere—on my waist, my hair, my thighs—mapping out every inch of me as if he were trying to memorize my soul through my skin. I was a drowning woman, and he was the only thing keeping me afloat, even as he was the one pulling me under.
"You're mine, Jay-Jay," he murmured against my mouth, his teeth grazing my lip. "Under my roof, in my bed... you're never going back to London the same girl you were."
I knew he was right. The girl who stepped off that plane sixty days ago wouldn't have been moaning like this. She wouldn't have been begging for more from the King of Assholes. But as he moved his kisses back down to my neck, I realized I didn't care about that girl anymore.
I only cared about the way he was making me feel right now.
"Again," he commanded, his thumb stroking my jaw. "Tell me again what you want."
"I want you, Keifer," I breathed, the honesty of it stripping me bare. "Just... don't stop."
He didn't stop. In fact, he kissed me harder, his tongue tangling with mine in a way that felt like he was trying to devour my very soul. I could feel myself getting wet for him, a heavy, heat-filled ache settling low in my stomach that I'd never felt before.
Shit, Jay-Jay.
What happened to the rules? After 20 year old sex? What happened to the Jay Jay who doesn't let anyone get too close? I was breaking every single boundary I'd ever set for myself. My 20-sex rule was long gone—we were minutes, maybe lightyears, past that now.
Is this right?
Maybe yes, maybe no. But I was way too invested to pull back now. The way his skin felt against mine, the way he smelled like expensive cologne and pure trouble—it was addictive. Instead of pushing him away, I arched my back, kissing him back just as hungrily, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back.
Keifer let out a low, vibration-filled hum of approval against my lips. He reached up, his fingers sliding into my damp hair and tugging gently—just enough to tilt my head back and give him more space to work his way down my throat again.
"You're shaking, Jay," he murmured, his voice sounding like gravel over velvet. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his gaze dark and heavy with a triumph that made my heart race. "Is it the cold? Or is it me?"
"You," I breathed, the honesty coming out before I could stop it. "It's always been you, you jerk."
"That's another penalty," he whispered, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. "And I think I know exactly how I want to collect this one."
He moved his hand from my hair, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw before sliding down to the center of my chest. Every touch felt like a brand, marking me as his in a way that I knew would never wash off.
"Do you trust me, Jay-Jay?" he asked, his voice suddenly serious, though his eyes never left mine.
I looked at him—really looked at him. This wasn't the King of Assholes mocking me in the hallway. This was the guy who had chased me into a haunted house, who had defended me and who was currently looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
"God help me," I whispered, pulling his face back down to mine. "I think I do."
He didn't need to be told twice. He captured my mouth again, his hands sliding down to the waistband of my damp PJ pants. The air in the room felt like it was vibrating with the tension between us, the sound of our synchronized breathing the only thing filling the silence.
I was officially past the point of no return. And for the first time in my life, I didn't want to find my way back.
The world narrowed down to the heat of his body and the friction of the mattress against my back. When he moved his hand lower, slipping his fingers past the waistband of my damp PJs to find my center, a jolt of pure electricity slammed through me.
"Oh dear god, Keifer," I moaned, the sound muffled against his lips. My hips arched instinctively, seeking more of that agonizingly perfect pressure.
He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against mine. His breathing was heavy, ragged, and completely stripped of his usual cool composure. "I know, I know," he murmured, his voice a dark, soothing caress. "It might be a little intense at first, but it won't hurt for long. Just breathe for me, Jay."
I couldn't even manage a sarcastic comeback. My brain had officially checked out, leaving only my senses behind. He started a slow, rhythmic motion that made my vision blur at the edges. I was a Mariano—I wasn't supposed to be this unraveled, this exposed—but Keifer was dismantling every defense I had with terrifying precision.
"You're so tight, Jay-Jay," he rasped, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "And so wet for me. Tell me you want this. Tell me you're not going to run back to London and try to forget this happened."
"I couldn't forget if I tried, you idiot," I managed to gasp out, my fingers clenching in his hair, pulling him back down to my mouth.
I didn't care about the rules anymore. I didn't care about the 20-second limit
I just wanted this—wanted him. Every time his fingers moved, I felt another wave of heat crash over me, dragging me deeper into a place I knew I'd never be able to leave behind.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue mirroring the rhythm of his hand, until I was sobbing into his mouth. I was losing myself in him, and for the first time in my life, the loss felt like a victory.
"Look at me, Jay," he commanded, his voice vibrating through my chest.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his dark, blown-out gaze. There was no mockery there, no King of Assholes persona—just a raw, unfiltered possessiveness that pinned me to the bed more effectively than his weight ever could.
"You're mine," he whispered, his thumb catching a stray tear of pure overstimulation on my cheek. "Tonight, and every night after this. Say it."
"I'm yours," I breathed, the words final and binding. "Dammit, Keifer... I'm yours."
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