What Did I just ...?

I open the door as slowly as possible, making sure not to make a sound.

Jennifer is sitting on the couch, legs crossed, her arms stretched out along the backrest. Her expression is unreadable.

"Why haven't you slept?" I ask.

"We need to talk," she says, her tone serious.

I raise an eyebrow. "Okay, I feel like I was caught doing something bad, even though all I did was catch the guy who wanted to kill you."

Her eyes narrow slightly. "Did you catch him?"

I stay standing across from her, instinctively knowing it's not safe to sit beside her.

"No," I say. Then, correct myself. "I mean, yes, I did. But then… he killed himself."

Her eyes widen. "Killed himself?" Suspicion laces her voice.

"Yes," I say, keeping my voice calm. "I forced him to give me a name—the one who ordered the hit. But instead of talking, he bit his tongue off and choked to death on his own blood."

She stays silent, her gaze piercing through me.

"Something wrong?" I test the waters, pushing against the tension hanging between us.

Her eyes darken. "How did you find him?"

"I have a genius team member. She tracked him down," I answer.

"Don't lie to me!" she snaps, then grabs my laptop and turns it toward me.

The screen is filled with dozens of video streams—CCTV feeds.

I exhale slowly. "I'm not lying. That's how she tracked him. She remotely accessed my laptop—"

"And hacked the traffic database?" she cuts me off.

"Well… yes."

Her eyes bulge. "And you don't feel bad about that?"

"Why should I?"

"Because you broke the law!" she yells. "Hacking is stealing!"

"Hey—we didn't steal anything," I argue. "We were just viewing the video feeds that were already flowing into the database. You can check with the traffic department—all the footage is still there."

"It's still illegal!"

"I did it to protect you!" I snap back. "It's not like I—"

"It's still wrong!"

I take a deep breath. "So what? You wanna turn me in?"

She doesn't answer right away. Instead, she asks, "Is this how you handle all your projects? By breaking laws along the way? Because you don't even look guilty—not even a little. It's like… this is just normal for you."

I stare at her, my jaw tightening.

She's right.

And I can't argue.

"I can't tell you about my job," I say, avoiding the direct answer.

"Why?" she presses. "Because I'm right, aren't I?"

"No," I lie smoothly. "Because my projects are confidential. They're based on trust. I can't talk about them—not even to you."

"Because they break the law," she mutters.

I sigh. "We're done talking. I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."

"You don't have to." She stands up. "I'm moving to a hotel."

She heads to the bedroom, grabbing the suitcase she recently bought.

"You may not," I say firmly, following her.

"Why not?"

"Because you're still in danger."

She pauses, hands gripping the suitcase. "You said it yourself—the killer is dead." She turns, her eyes searching mine. "Or… were you lying about that too?"

"He was just an assassin," I say evenly. "The one who ordered the hit is still out there. He can easily hire another."

Her fingers tighten around the suitcase handle.

I step closer, placing my hands on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," I tell her softly. "I broke the law. But I only did it to protect you. There's no way we could have found him using legal methods."

She shrugs off my hands.

"Let me protect you," I plead, my voice gentle. "Please."

She stares at me for a long moment, then finally speaks.

"Tell me the truth—did you really not kill that man?"

"I swear to you, I didn't kill him."

She exhales sharply. "This is your place. I'll sleep on the couch."

I open my mouth to argue, but the look in her eyes warns me not to.

She walks to the wardrobe, pulls out a blanket, and heads for the living room.

"AAAAAARGH!!"

"AAAAAAA!!!"

My painful scream is echoed by Jennifer's.

"What are you doing there?!?!" she yells, staring at me—

I'm on the floor. Right below the couch.

My head throbs in pain.

"Are you hurt?" she asks, rushing toward me.

I nod, still wincing.

"Was it… the scorpion dream again?" she asks cautiously.

I nod again.

She quickly kneels beside me, wrapping her arms around me.

I rest my head against her chest, my eyes closing.

The pain slowly fades.

Minutes pass before I finally whisper, "I'm fine."

She pulls back slightly, her eyes filled with worry. "Are you sure?"

I nod again.

She exhales, relieved. "Thank goodness."

I let out a small chuckle, glancing up at her. "Why were you screaming?"

She blushes slightly. "I was just surprised to find you sleeping on the floor."

I raise an eyebrow. "That's it?"

She nods. "I haven't had a nightmare since you were missing. I guess… my worry about you erased the trauma."

I sigh softly. "I'm sorry I made you worry."

"It's okay," she whispers.

She pauses, then frowns. "But… why were you sleeping on the floor?"

I smirk, my head still against her chest.

"You didn't want to sleep in my bed," I murmur. "So I figured… I'd sleep near you instead."

Her breath hitches.

"You…" she starts, then trails off.

I kiss her neck, letting my lips linger.

She shivers slightly.

"You're a charmer, you know that?" she mutters, but she doesn't pull away.

I press a kiss against her jaw, smirking.

"Were you really in pain?" she asks suspiciously.

I kiss her lips, then smirk.

"What do you think?"

She laughs softly, but there's a spark in her eyes—

One that tells me she already knows the answer.

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[WARNING 18+ MATERIAL]

"I want another round," she whispers into my ear, her voice dripping with seduction.

A slow smirk spreads across my lips. "Your wish is my command, My Queen," I murmur back.

I expect her lips to crash into mine, but instead, she teases me with a quick kiss before making her way down south.

The protest on my lips fades instantly when I feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping me. A shuddered breath escapes me as she kisses the tip, then takes me in fully, her tongue swirling around my shaft before sucking me deep.

I groan, my body arching at the pleasure. My desire surges, burning hot, demanding an outlet.

I grab her waist and guide her up, placing her on top of my face. She gasps but doesn't resist. Her body is already slick from the last orgasm.

With two fingers, I spread her open, then slide my tongue inside—slow and deliberate.

Her breath hitches, her rhythm falters as I thrust my tongue deeper, deliberately avoiding her sweetest spot, teasing her, making her beg silently for more.

She moans against me, but stubbornly continues her own work, sucking harder, her tongue flicking in expert movements.

I tighten my grip on her hips, pulling her down so I can reach her better.

"Babe… babe—" she whimpers. Her legs begin to tremble.

I take the hint and flick my tongue faster, swirling and sucking, until she falls apart above me.

Her moans turn into cries, her body quaking as she releases herself onto my lips.

She slumps forward, breathing heavily, then turns to face me. Her eyes dark with need.

"I wanna ride you," she whispers before kissing me, tasting herself on my lips.

"Put a condom on first," I murmur against her mouth.

She doesn't hesitate. Grabbing one from the coffee table, she rips it open, rolls it down my throbbing shaft, then positions herself over me.

With a sultry gaze, she lowers herself onto me, taking me in inch by inch.

We both gasp at the sensation. Her tight muscles clench around me, drawing me deeper until I'm buried to the hilt.

She starts slow, rolling her hips, savoring the stretch. Her eyes flutter shut, teeth biting her lower lip.

"So good…" she breathes, her hands trailing down her own body, caressing her curves as she moves.

I thrust up, meeting her movements. "Jump on me," I order huskily.

Her moan is breathless as she obeys, bouncing on me, her pace quickening.

I grab her breasts, squeezing, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

She throws her head back, lost in pleasure.

I sit up, pulling her closer, locking my arms around her waist as she wraps her legs around me.

"Oh… yes… yes… baby!" she screams as I thrust deeper, faster, our bodies slamming together.

Her nails dig into my back, her walls tightening around me. "I'm close," she pants. "I'm—oh God, I'm coming!"

Her body convulses, back arching as she climaxes hard, her release coating me.

I don't let up.

Still hungry for more, I flip her onto the floor, spreading her beneath me.

She gasps, barely catching her breath, before I plunge back inside her.

"You're a beast, babe… yes… yes!" she cries, her hands gripping my shoulders for support.

I lift her right leg, hooking it over my shoulder, driving deeper.

She screams incoherently, her body shaking as pleasure wrecks her.

I'm losing control—my body tightens, the fire spreading fast.

I hear my own groans, my vision blurring.

Still, I keep going, chasing that edge.

Her walls clench around me, sending me spiraling.

"Jen!" I shout, body locking up.

"Scott! I'm coming—"

She screams my name, her entire body convulsing beneath me.

The pressure bursts, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me as I empty myself inside the condom, hips jolting with each pulse of pleasure.

We ride the high together, gasping for air, bodies trembling.

I collapse beside her, my heart pounding.

She's still shaking, eyes squeezed shut, her brow furrowed in bliss.

I reach for her, gently cupping her face, pressing a soft kiss to her parted lips.