The AD (Open - PM for invite)

Jordan smiled as snippets of the conversation drifted to him. He trusted Molly, but knew how girls chatted. He figured Molly wouldn't do anything to scare Eve away from the party. He smiled as he saw Molly wink at him, then watched as she went back to transforming Eve's hair into something amazing.

Jordan's phone suddenly buzzed. He pulled it out and looked to see a message from his mom.

Jordan. You are expected at a dinner tonight. You can bring a date, but you are to come. Your father is getting honored, and you are to be there. Grace.

Jordan shook his head, then stood up and walked over to where Molly and Eve were chatting.

"Hey Molls, can you excuse us for just a second?," Jordan asked.

Molly didn't say anything, but set her scissors down and went to check her computer.

"Eve, I just got a message from my mom. Apparently there is a dinner tonight as well as this weekend. Would you be willing to go with me? I can pay you for this as well. If you don't want to go, that is also ok," Jordan said, seeming calm. He didn't want to show how much he hoped Eve would say yes, and wanted her to make her own decision.
 
Eve glanced up as Jordan stood next to her chair.

"Eve, I just got a message from my mom. Apparently there is a dinner tonight as well as this weekend. Would you be willing to go with me? I can pay you for this as well. If you don't want to go, that is also ok."

Another chance to see Jordan before the party? Eve smiled slowly, perhaps the universe was trying to tell her something. After all, it wasn't every day that she met such an amazing man.

"Well, I don't really have any plans other than homework tonight. And I'm far enough ahead of my work already that I don't see what it could hurt."

She couldn't help smiling as Jordan visibly relaxed. How cute, he had been nervous she would say no.

"What time should I be ready? And what's the dress code?"
 
"What time should I be ready? And what's the dress code?"

Jordan unconsciously smiled and relaxed, happy Eve had said yes. He thought for a minute, then grinned mischievously.

"The gown we got today will do just fine. It just means that we get to go shopping after tonight," Jordan said, looking at Eve as the message sank in. He grinned, happy that he would get to spend another day with her going shopping.

"We will be heading directly to the event from here. Once Molly is done, we will head to wherever this event is going to be held," Jordan said, signalling for Molly to continue.

Jordan smiled as Eve gave his outfit a questioning look, then went out to his truck to pull a covered hanger out from under his back seat. He casually made his way to the bathroom, happy Eve was distracted. Jordan quickly dressed, pulling on the tailored suit, loving that it fit him perfectly. Other suits seemed too short in the sleeves, or the waist size didn't correspond to the length of his legs.

Jordan wadded his jeans and t-shirt up and then walked back out to his truck before depositing the clothing. He walked into the salon, then smiled as Eve was finally done with her appointment.

"What do you think?" Jordan asked, smiling and blushing as he slowly turned, letting her look at him fully in a suit.
 
As Jordan turned around, showing off his perfectly tailored suit. The change from laid back college student to fashionable man made Eve's heart do flip-flops in her chest.

"Wow," she breathed, stopping herself from running a hand through her hair. She didn't want to mess up the stunning job that Molly had done. "You look incredible." The suit did wonders to Jordan's form, showing off his broad shoulders and hugging his arms in a way that made it perfectly clear this man worked out.

"Let me just get dressed and I'll be all set to go." Eve smiled brightly, trying to keep Jordan from noticing the blush that was rising in her cheeks as she thought of the muscular form beneath the suit. He looked damn good with it on, but what would he look like with it off? Shaking the thoughts from her head, Eve took the garment bag that Jordan had grabbed from the truck, being careful not to let her fingers brush his, and headed into the bathroom to change.

With Molly's help, Eve was dressed in no time and made her way back out into the salon. The dress was every bit as stunning as it had been when she'd first tried it on, and, together with the beautiful side swept ponytail and curls that Molly had done, Eve was ready for her night with Jordan.

"I guess I'm all set." She said, walking slowly - she didn't have too much practice in the three inch heels that went with the dress - towards Jordan.
 
Jordan had noticed Eve getting slightly more flushed when he showed off, and couldn't stop from wondering if she really did think he was attractive. He nodded as Eve said she needed to get dressed, and had to restrain himself from pulling her to him for a kiss.

As Eve walked out, Jordan's mouth dropped. She had looked amazing in the dress alone, but now with her hair and makeup, she looked drop-dead gorgeous.

"You look absolutely stunning," Jordan said, never taking his eyes from her. He slowly extended his hand to help Eve walk, afraid she might fall. He realized he had never been this protective of someone before.

As Eve and Jordan walked to his truck, Jordan still couldn't stop the flush in his cheeks, not the bodily reactions to her beauty. Jordan opened the door to the truck and helped Eve in, then gently kissed her hand as he closed the door.

Jordan took a minute to adjust himself as he walked to his side of the truck, then got in and started the vehicle.

"Let me know if and when you want to leave. I just have to make an appearance at the minimum, so if you are feeling uncomfortable, we can leave as soon as you want," Jordan said.
 
"Let me know if and when you want to leave. I just have to make an appearance at the minimum, so if you are feeling uncomfortable, we can leave as soon as you want," Jordan said.

"Aye, aye captain." Eve grinned, giving Jordan a mock salute. She couldn't understand how she felt so at ease with him. When they had first met she doubted whether or not his 'intentions' were honorable. But now, after spending the whole afternoon together, seeing him blush like a school boy, not to mention the way that he made her whole body feel as if it were going to burst into flame at the slightest touch, Eve was starting to see Jordan as something more than an 'employer.'

Adjusting the skirt of her new dress, Eve cast a glance outside the window. The buildings they passed had become more opulent, some practically screaming money.

"So, just where are we going?" She wondered aloud. Eve knew that Jordan was wealthy, but just how much so she was beginning to understand.
 
"So, just where are we going?" She wondered aloud.

Jordan hoped that his familial home wouldn't scare Eve. His parents were worth several hundred million dollars, and he was worth a small fortune on his own, without his inheritance from them.

"The dinner is at my "home" I guess you could say. I haven't lived there in close to 6 years though. Be prepared, Grace is a little overbearing, but I will try to keep her away as often as I can," Jordan said as he pulled up to an intricately iron-wrought gate and swiped a card against a reader.

As the door opened, Jordan slowly pulled his truck forward, running at just above an idle due to the noise the diesel engine created. Jordan was constantly looking over at Eve, and saw the usual surprise as the 25,000 square foot mansion his family owned.

"Another warning, try not to speak to Grace or Craig unless I am there with you," Jordan said, as he unconsciously stiffened at the mention of his father's name. He really, really liked Eve, and didn't want his "family" to mess this up.

Jordan pulled down into an underground garage into a spot that was much cleaner than the other spots, showing the lack of use. He parked the truck and then walked around to open Eve's door, offering his hand as he helped her down, then offered his arm as they walked towards the private elevator that would take Eve to a party, and him to hell.
 
Eve tried not to let her mouth hang open as Jordan pulled the truck into the "driveway," which was really more of a small road leading up to the palatial mansion.

"You live here." She breathed in amazement as Jordan parked the truck in, what seemed like, a seldom used parking space in an underground garage.

Jordan's warnings still rang in her head. Warnings that, Eve assumed, were about his parents. But how bad could they be? They had raised a pretty awesome son, so could they really be that horrible?

Better safe than sorry. She accepted his hand gratefully as he helped her from the truck and lead her to a private elevator. A freakin' private elevator! Eve's head was spinning. Never in her life had she been around so much money and wealth. The daughter of a factory worker and stay at home mom, Eve was lucky to own clothes that hadn't come from a rummage sale or were hand me downs from one of her cousins. She could never have imagined growing up in such a home as this. And she'd only seen the garage!

Going up in the elevator, Eve fidgeted with the top of her dress, pulling it up slightly, suddenly afraid that it was going to fall off her. Her freshly manicured nails were a subdued gray against the brilliant blue of the dress.

"So...um...how many people are going to be here?" She asked, embarrassed to hear her voice crack slightly with nervousness.
 
Jordan turned to the control panel and hit the "stop elevator" button, causing the elevator to lurch to a sudden stop and the lights to shut off. He looked at Eve and smiled reassuringly, then gestured to the insides of the elevator.

"No cameras and no microphones. There will be around 300 people at this dinner. My parents like to show off, so expect these people to be a little haughty and uptight. As for my parents..." Jordan paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "Don't bring me up. If they ask you how I am, deflect the question. If at any time you get uncomfortable with them, take my hand and squeeze it. My parents and I don't get along, so don't bring me up unless it's to deflect something. Don't compliment me in front of them. Don't talk about money, your situation at home, or let them belittle you."

Jordan suddenly stepped forward and kissed Eve on each cheek, then pulled away, leaving her with a pair of gorgeous earrings. He stepped back and blushed a little, then hit the button again to get the elevator moving again. As Jordan stepped beside Eve, waiting for the elevator to take off again, he unconsciously took Eve's hand, lacing his fingers through hers.
 
"Three hundred? Holy shit." Eve took a deep breath, her nerves intensifying. Three hundred strangers, and every single one of them worth more than everyone in her hometown combined. Oh joy.

She listened intently to Jordan's instructions regarding his parents. The last thing she wanted to do was screw up in front of them. Eve couldn't help wondering, though, why Jordan was so careful with his parents. What had happened between them that he felt the need to tell Eve not to compliment him or even mention him in any way?

Eve felt Jordan's lips brush her cheek and she gasped when he pulled away, her reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator revealing huge sapphires hanging from her ears. Her gaze moved up to meet Jordan's eyes, confused and amazed by this man. He seemed to have everything in life and yet, there was a sadness about him.

"Thank you." She said, her voice filled with heartfelt gratitude. Jordan's fingers twined with hers as he took her hand. The elevator doors swung open and the two stepped out into a grand foyer with a ceiling that was easily three stories high and a large marble staircase. Her legs shaking slightly, Eve leaned on Jordan.

"Don't let me fall." She whispered as he guided her through the throng.

Eve knew that Jordan was strong enough to support her as they wove through the guests. She just hoped that she was strong enough to give him the support he would need.
 
Jordan smiled, and then wrapped his ARM gently around Eve's waist, giving her the support he could. As he guided her down the stairs, he started to gently stroke her side, just enough to reassure her.

As they reached the bottom step, Jordan continued to guide Eve away from the larger groups of people. He tended to hang out by himself since his parents had almost completely ostricized him from the group after his sister had died. His parents were never the same, and let him know they didn't ever love him, nor would they ever love him as much as his sister.

Jordan pushed that thought aside then pulled a seat out for Eve, making sure she was as comfortable as possible. Jordan sat down next to her, sliding as close as she was comfortable with. He was waiting for his parents to find him.
 
Thankful for Jordan's arm around her waist, Eve matched his steps down the stairs. A handful of people said hello as they passed and Jordan nodded to them cordially, never stopping to talk and never introducing Eve to them, which was perfectly fine with her.

She took the seat that he guided her to and waited, her stomach in knots. He slid into the seat next to her, the sleeve of his jacket brushing her arm. She smiled weakly, still a ball of nerves at the prospect of the night ahead.

Eve opened her mouth to ask Jordan what the deal was with him and his parents when, an elderly couple approached them. The woman, her hair a steel gray and her face completely free of wrinkles due to the wonders of Botox and face lifts, was dripping with diamonds. From her ears to her throat, even her dress had small diamonds sewn into it. She smiled that thin lipped society smile and her judging gaze took in Eve's dress and the sapphire earrings. The man, whom Eve assumed to be her husband, stood behind her looking like an eager little puppy wanting a treat.

"Jordan, darling, I haven't seen you in ages." The woman crowed, her voice husky from years of smoking. "How are you my dear? Your parents sure know how to put on a dinner party. Why I haven't seen such a good turn out since Mitsy Duncan had her breasts enhanced and everyone wanted to get a look at her new titties."

Eve cringed at the woman's cackling laugh. Jordan spoke politely to the woman, and, after exchanging a few social pleasentries, the woman excused herself and her husband, who followed behind her eagerly.

"Wow," Eve breathed as the couple disappeared into the crowd. "This is certainly an interesting bunch of people." She smiled at Jordan, hoping to put him more at ease. He had tensed considerably while talking with the woman. Spotting a waiter making his way through the party, Eve decided it was now her turn to do something for Jordan.

"Want a drink?" She asked standing up. "I'll be right back." She caught up with the waiter and grabbed two flutes of champagne off his tray. Turning around she nearly ran straight into a formidable looking woman with perfectly coiffed black hair, her ice blue eyes seeming to pierce straight through Eve's soul.

"So," she said, though she was looking Eve right in the eye there was the distinct impression that she was looking down her nose at the young woman, "you're the girl my son brought tonight. What's your name girl?'

"Um...I'm Eve McDowell." She stuttered, completely terrified of this woman. She cast a glance around, trying to catch Jordan's eye.
 
Jordan immediately saw his mom moving towards Eve, and started walking towards her. He heard Eve introduce herself after his mother's less than cordial greeting. Jordan immediately stepped up and gently took the two flutes then, without skipping a beat, kissed Eve deeply.

"Hey babe. I was going to get these!" Jordan joked with Eve before turning to his mother.

"Hello Grace," Jordan said stiffly.

"Jordan," Grace McKinley said coldly.

"I'm glad to see you still hate me. If you want to bring this up right now, that's fine. You will not, however, talk to my girlfriend that way. If you make that mistake again, expect another two years before you see me again. You always preached courtesy, so how about you show a little yourself," Jordan said, his voice showing his aggravation.

Jordan's mom immediately stepped back, shocked at his venom. Jordan quickly moved Eve back to their table, then set the drinks down. He helped a shaky Eve into her seat, then moved his seat right next to hers. He sat down and put his head in his hands. He took a deep breath then looked at Eve.

"I'm so sorry you had to encounter that woman by yourself. We can leave now if you'd like. They know I was here, so I have made my appearance for them. If you want to leave, we can talk about them, as well as the upcoming party. That is, if you still want to go. My parents won't be there due to business obligations," Jordan finished, taking Eve's hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Oh, I'm sorry for stealing that kiss. It was the only way my mother would see that you weren't some call girl or something like that. It also showed her what you mean to me," Jordan said, without realizing how much he had revealed. He quickly turned a deep scarlet then looked away, embarrassed.
 
Still reeling from the kiss that Jordan had planted on her, Eve barely heard any of the conversation between him and his mother. Nor did she realize he had led her back to their seats and was talking to her at that moment.

It had been a show, nothing more. A mere kiss between friends that was meant only to throw his mother off balance. But damn what a kiss. Eve didn't know a kiss could feel like that. She could still feel the electricity shooting through her body.

"Huh?" She looked at Jordan, confused. "Oh, right, let's go. I'm feeling really out of place here." She tried to smile, but her body was on autopilot it seemed.

"Oh, I'm sorry for stealing that kiss. It was the only way my mother would see that you weren't some call girl or something like that. It also showed her what you mean to me."

Eve was pretty sure her own blush matched Jordan's.

"It's alright," she told him quietly as he led her back to the elevator. "It was a pretty...spectacular kiss." At his questioning look her lips turned up in a brilliant smile. "In fact, I wouldn't mind repeating it sometime."

Since when had she became so brazen? There was something about Jordan that was slowly bringing out the vixen in Eve, and she liked that. She took Jordan's hand, her fingers interlacing with his as they stepped into the elevator.

"So...what is the deal between you and your parents?" She questioned as the elevator doors slid shut in front of them.
 
"So...what is the deal between you and your parents?" She questioned as the elevator doors slid shut in front of them.

Jordan's smile turned melancholic as he started to explain.

"My sister was 11, and I was 13 at the time. We were home alone one night and someone broke in. I don't really know what happened, but I heard a gun go off, and immediately ran to my parents room to find the gun they kept there. After I got it, I made my way through the house until I saw the man standing over my sister. There was blood everywhere, and when he turned around, I saw the gun come up. After that, I don't really remember, other than the guy was dead when the police finally got there. Unfortunately my sister was too," Jordan said, tears forming in his eyes.

He took a breath to steady himself, then continued. "Since that day, my parents blame me for her death. They openly told me, after I got out of the hospital, that they would never forgive me, nor would they ever love me as much as they loved Hannah."

Jordan pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes, then finally concluded. "Once I was able to find a relative, I moved out. You might know her. She's the Chancellor of the college we both attend. Suffice to say, she was happy to take me in, but made sure I was going to make a future for myself with hard work, and not money. I owe who I am today to her."

Jordan squeezed Eve's hand, then gave her a genuine smile. He wanted her to know that he trusted her, but that he was past this event. He would always remember his sister, but he had finally moved on, knowing it would be what Hannah wanted.

Jordan looked at Eve suddenly, then grinned even more. The grin turned mischievous as Jordan leaned close, his lips practically gliding over Eve's ear as he seductively whispered, "You said something about wanting to repeat a certain kiss?" then gently nibbled on her earlobe to tease her slightly.
 
Her heart broke as Jordan told her the tragedy of his sister's death. Placing a comforting hand on his cheek, Eve wished that there was something, anything, she could do to take away the hurt that was so clearly in his eyes.

"There was nothing you could do." She said softly, her thumb brushing away the tears that slid down his cheek. "Why don't they understand that? You were just a kid, there was nothing you could have done to stop what happened." Placing a tentative kiss on his cheek, Eve could taste the salt of Jordan's tears. He stepped away from her and wiped his eyes. The smile that he gave her was enough to send her heart fluttering in her chest.

His smile turned to a mischievous grin and he leaned in close. Eve held her breath, anticipating what was to come next.

"You said something about wanting to repeat a certain kiss?"

The moment his lips touched her ear Eve's legs turned to jelly.

"Holy shit," she moaned as he nibbled on her earlobe. Her fingers fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. Tilting her head to the side, she allowed Jordan complete reign of her neck and shoulders. As if a switch had been flipped, her body was on fire and there was no way of putting it out. Well, there was one way.

Fighting for breath, Eve placed her hands on either side of Jordan's face, pulling his lips to hers. She caught his mouth in a passionate kiss, parting her lips to allow him entrance. A low moan came from deep within her as his tongue brushed hers. Eve's fingers traveled down the contours of Jordan's chest and stomach, stopping just above the waistband of his pants. She could feel his arousal pressing against her as his body was flush against hers. Her fingers were just about to slip into his pants when the doors to the elevator dinged open.

Suddenly, Eve realized what she was doing and she pushed Jordan back.

"Wait," she panted, still unable to catch her breath, "we can't do this right now. You're hurting and I don't know what the hell I'm doing and now is just not a good time for this." Though her mouth was saying one thing, Eve's body was saying another. Her flesh was covered in goosebumps and a hot fire was burning between her legs, a fire which was quickly soaking her lace underwear.

"Why don't we go get a cup of coffee or something and talk about that party that's coming up."

Even as she spoke, Eve knew that wasn't what she wanted to do. What she really wanted was to have Jordan rip that damned dress off her and ravish her body until she was coated in sweat and cum.

Looking at Jordan, his lips parted as he caught his breath, his arousal obvious in those tailored suit pants, and his hair mussed from their quick make out session, her will power faltered.

"Oh screw it." She said, wrapping her arms around Jordan and pressing her lips and body against his.
 
"Oh screw it." She said, wrapping her arms around Jordan and pressing her lips and body against his.

Jordan picked Eve up, crushing her to him as he started walking to his truck. He didn't let the kiss break until he finally managed to get them to the truck. He opened his door then tapped Eve on the legs so she would wrap her legs around his waist. Climbing into the truck was an adventure for Jordan, but once he was in, he broke the kiss, panting.

"How about dinner at my place?" Jordan asked, trying to sound casual.
 
With her legs wrapped around Jordan and her fingers entwined in his hair, Eve was in absolute heaven. Her body felt as if it would literally burst into flame at any moment and she could think about nothing but his body against hers and his lips and tongue playing with her own.

"How about dinner at my place?" He tried to sound casual, but the heavy panting as he struggled for air made Eve giggle.

"I could eat." She smiled up at him before pulling his lips back to hers. A moan escaped her lips as she felt Jordan's arousal brush against her leg. God she wanted him so badly. Reaching down between their bodies, which was difficult to do given that a piece of string couldn't fit between them, she fumbled with the button and zipper on his pants. After a minute or so of fumbling around, Eve had his pants undone and pulled his shirt free. Her hand slipped into the undone fly of Jordan's pants and wrapped around his hard cock.

"I think," she panted between heated kisses, "we should step on it, because I am ravenous right now."
 
"I think," she panted between heated kisses, "we should step on it, because I am ravenous right now."

Jordan nodded, then gently slid Eve into the seat next to him, although he didn't want to remove her or her hand from their positions. He backed the truck out and pulled onto the drive. He sped towards the gate, happy they opened automatically.

As the pulled out onto the road, Jordan started to gently stroke Eve's left thigh, lightly trailing his fingertips along the top of her thigh, then moving up towards the hem of her dress. He teasingly slid his fingers under her dress, only to rub them down her inner thigh and pull them back out.

Jordan could see that Eve was enjoying this, but could tell that she wanted more by the way she was biting her bottom lip. Jordan grinned as he slid his hand farther up her leg, gliding his fingers along her skin until he made contact with her panties. He lightly but firmly pressed his fingers against Eve's panties, finding them very wet as he started to work his fingers along her lips as he finally started to massage her clit.

Jordan realized they were about to pull into his apartment, so withdrew his hand, hearing a small whimper from Eve. He grinned as he turned the truck off, stepped out of the cab, and waited for Eve to fly into his arms to carry her up to his apartment.
 
She gripped the door handle roughly, biting her lip in pleasure as Jordan teased her clit through her damp panties. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get his fingers to touch her in just the right places. When would this torture be over? Eve wanted nothing more than to have them both be naked, in bed, and fucking each other's brains out.

Finally, sweet relief was in sight as Jordan parked the truck outside of his apartment building. He climbed out of the truck and Eve practically threw herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, her dress hiked up to mid-thigh, and resumed their heated kissing. As Jordan walked them to his apartment, Eve moved her kisses to his neck. Pushing aside the shirt collar, she licked and sucked on the sensitive skin. Her hands worked at loosening his tie and unbuttoning the crisp white shirt.

"Jordan," she breathed, her lips moving feverishly over his skin, "I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before." Eve was amazed at the words coming from her mouth. She had never been one to swear, but something about Jordan brought out the animalistic passion inside of her.
 
Jordan loved the feel of Eve's lips on his neck. His breathing got ragged as Eve's kisses got even more heated.

"Jordan," she breathed, her lips moving feverishly over his skin, "I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."

Jordan smiled as he pulled Eve towards his room, happy to grant her request. Normally he would never do that, but something felt right about her kisses, and how he wanted her. Jordan didn't care about the dress anymore, as he started pulling it off of Eve, wanting to feel her skin on his.

As Jordan slowly pulled the dress off of Eve, he looked into her eyes, realizing how beautiful she really was. After Jordan removed Eve's dress, he quickly stripped down to just his boxers before climbing on top of Eve, kissing his way up her body.

When Jordan finally got to her neck, he started to gently nibble and kiss his way along her neck, then down her jaw until he slid his hands under Eve's head, cradling it as he kissed her deeply and passionately.
 
Everything was happening so quickly and Eve's lust filled brain could barely process it all. Before she knew it, her dress was off, leaving her in only a black lace corset and matching thong. Jordan was soon on top of her, his own clothing discarded and he was tracing kisses up and down her body.

"Jordan," she panted, her fingers running over his skin, feeling the way his muscles rippled beneath her touch. "I have to tell you something."

His lips moved to her neck. She moaned in pleasure as he sucked on the sensitive skin. If he didn't stop soon she would never be able to remember what she wanted to tell him. Placing her hands on either side of his face, Eve brought his eyes to hers.

"Jordan, I'm a virgin." She said quickly, hoping that he wasn't turned off by her lack of experience.
 
"Jordan, I'm a virgin." She said quickly, hoping that he wasn't turned off by her lack of experience.

Jordan looked into this beautiful, wonderful girl's eyes and just smiled. He nodded and then gently kissed Eve before propping himself up on his elbows, still staring into her eyes.

"Since we are being honest, I have to tell you that I'm also a virgin," Jordan said, hoping it wouldn't shock Eve.

"I don't know if I have ever told you, but I am usually terrible around women. Something about you just feels right to me and I find myself doing things I don't even think about. They just happen with you. I promise that if you don't want to do this, we won't. It's up to you," Jordan said, smiling and then rolling over so Eve was on top of him.

Jordan hugged Eve close, not wanting to let her go, but wanting to let her know that she was safe with him, and that he would respect her decision, whatever it turned out to be.
 
"You are?" Eve couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. No way in hell was Jordan a virgin. He was, to put it simply, hot. "Why do I have a hard time believing all this." Eve laughed lightly, wanting him to know she wasn't laughing at him, but at their situation. Of all the people who could have responded to her ad, and Eve still had no clue how he had found her ad to contact her, Jordan had messaged her. They were probably the last two virgins in the world.

She propped herself up on her elbows, surveying Jordan closely.

"I want to do this, Jordan," she whispered, her tone turning serious as she placed a soft kiss on his jaw. "You make me feel something that nobody has ever made me feel before. I feel completely safe with you." Her lips brushed his, the heated passion that had burned through her earlier having turned to something loving and gentle.

"I want to share this experience with you." Her hand slid down his toned stomach before slipping beneath the band of his boxers. She wrapped her slim fingers gently around his hardened cock. "I want to make love to you."
 
"I want to make love to you."

That sentence quelled the fire burning in Jordan, tempering it as he felt Eve's hand wrap around him. He gently cupped her face as he kissed her, letting the kiss deepen as his hands moved down Eve's back, pulling her in closer.

Without warning, Jordan rolled back over, gently kissing Eve's jaw and neck as he started to slowly take off her corset. After accomplishing that, Jordan lowered himself back down, letting Eve feel his muscular torso against her naked body. Jordan continued to kiss his way down her body, nipping at her collarbone as his hands trailed down her sides to her hips, pulling Eve against his stiff cock.
 
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