Chapter 5

• Jaxton POV
• I wasn't one to believe in fairytales or happily ever after. I never considered lobe to fit into my equation. The only way to happiness really was through money. And yet the moment I set my eyes on that vixen as she waltzed across the stage I found myself throwing all caution to the wind and wanting to go down on one knee.
• Immediately I sat down comfortably in the club that my assistant made sure he got tickets for me to be at, I saw her peeping through what I consider a dressing room.
• It was Friday and I was tired of Paxton thinking because he was older that he could get hold out of my life.
• I didn’t want to be the boring twins, he was already doing that comfortably, I didn’t want to be in his shoes, I was in the company but I didn’t want to be outside if it didn’t involve women and fun things.
• My assistant knew me and when he suggested that this was going to be the best place to drown my troubles, I decided to adhere to him.
• But the moment I laid eyes on Sydney it was as though the rest of the world melted away. I could drown in her brown eyes, I could reach out and touch her dark hair, I wanted to lose my hands in it.
• “I can carry you the rest of the way,” I told her between kisses.
• I was brought back to the fact that she was here with me, she was all mine for this night.
• I would be able to touch her and feel her sexy body.
• My green eyes were heavily lidded with passion and she couldn’t stop staring at my sultry gaze.
• I couldn’t keep my eye on her throughout her performance.
• I had to get drunk to get her back to my home.
• I had to play her games to get her to talk to me in the first place.
• She was okay with having one nightstand with me, I was going to make sure she wasn’t going to forget about me in a long time.
• All right, this one-night stand was going to be more fun than I thought. my hands went to the buttons of my shirt, undoing them. “I want to see your body.”
• “Only if I get to see yours,” she told me, a mischievous smile covering her mouth. “One piece of clothing for one piece of clothing,” I told her
• “That seems fair,” she teased.
• A game took the tension out of undressing in front of a stranger. “But I get to pick your item of clothing.”
• This all started with a game, maybe if they played a game now, it will eased the tension.
• “As long as I get to pick yours,” I told her
• She didn’t play fair in the club, I wasn’t going to let this be like that.
• “All right. Can I go first?” she asked
• “Always.” my eyes gleamed. “Ladies first.”
• She tapped her lip, pretending to consider things. “Well, let’s start with the basics before we get to the good stuff. Off with your Jacket.”
• I made a big show of removing my Jacket, humming a bawdy song under my breath, and pretending to strip it off for an imaginary crowd. I swung it over my head and then tossed it to the ground, while she laughed and clapped her hands.
• She was making me happy, I could see it on her face that the tension she had when we just entered the suit was fading away gradually.
• This was freaking adorable.
• “Your turn,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
• I tapped my mouth with one long finger, pretending to consider her clothing, and I knew what I wanted her to take off “How about . . . your bra?”
• It was a question because I didn’t know how she was going to feel about taking her bra immediately.
• “You can’t ask for my bra yet,” she told him. “It’s under my other clothes.”
• “I don’t remember us establishing rules, Pretty one.” I pretended to twirl a mustache like an evil villain, and she couldn’t help but laugh again. “Now. Bra.”I wanted her to feel comfortable but I was dying to see her breasts.
• With a faked sigh, she pulled her arms through her sleeves and began to wriggle around inside the cocoon her shirt made, unhooking the six industrial-strength clasps at the back of her bra.
• I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, she didn’t look like she needed any help, and she looked so relaxed, this was what I wanted and I was getting it.
• She needed to hurry up, I was already getting hard and I wanted to show her how to be loved.
• “My turn, is it?”She brought me back to reality.
• Her shirt was still on but I could see her hardened nipples and all I wanted to do was rip her shirt out of her body and lose myself in her.
• “Might I suggest a lovely sock? I have two of them.” My voice was teasing, but she noticed my gaze was glued to her loose breasts in her shirt, and it made her nipples harden with excitement to see my need so blatantly.
• She considered my clothing, instead. I wore my button-up shirt, the collar open and loose, and a pair of slacks, socks, and shoes.
• Even now, I knew she could see the bulge in the front of my trousers increasing and she licked her lips with anticipation.
• And to my surprise, I groaned, my gaze hazy with lust again. “Can I just say I love that mouth of yours?”
• She licked her lips again, teasing him, and then gestured at his shirt. “Off with that. I want to see your chest.”
• And although rationality called out to me not to let my guard down around a stranger. As I watched her eyes twinkle I knew right then and there that this was going to be much more than one night.
• A game of thorns and roses perhaps. Bittersweet as we pray that the love will be worth the hurt