Jayla Santiago's POV

^^ Jamie Rodriguez.

"Is that blood?" Jaimie asks, peering closely at me, while planting a cup of camomile tea in front of me.

"This is not what I had in mind, when I said I wanted to release my stress" I say, changing the subject and eyeing the piss coloured liquid in the mug in front of me.

Jaimie regards me holding a cup of the same in his hands.

He is shirtless, his toned skin on full display.

His trousers are hanging lowly on his hips, the rim of his boxers peaking out a little, making him look like a model.

His dark eyes settle on my face and we sit in comfortable silence.

After a moment of restlessness, I hop off the stool and approach him.

His eyes scan me appreciatively and when I get close enough, he draws himself to his full height.

All 6'2 of it.

I glide tongue across my lips slowly and his eyes follow its movement.

I trail my eyes down his face, then his bare chest and taut abdomen and to the waistline of his boxers.

"Like what you see?" He asks.

I bite my lip and nod.

"A lot" I respond and he chuckles.

He puts his half empty mug to the side and pulls me towards him gently and I rest my head on his chest.

"How would your father react if he found out you were with a cop?" He asks, trailing his fingers in circular motion on my lower back.

"With?" I ask.

"Hm, I prefer the phrase fucking most days and chilling on others." I say teasing him.

He sighs.

"Is that what we are?" He asks, solemnly.

Yes.

"No of course not" I tell him and he perks up a little, as I press my hips up against his.

I chuckle a bit and then lean up kissing his neck.

"Now stop talking and fuck me" I say into his ear.

Before he can respond, I start trailing kisses up his neck until I get to his ear, taking it in my teeth and the sucking a little.

He groans softly and I know I've won.

"Jayla" He says, his grip on my hips tightening.

"Jaimie" I respond, dragging my nails lightly down his chest.

He unzips my dress from the back slowly, his fingers tracing down my hips.

He slips the straps off of my shoulders and lets the dress drop to a pool around my feet.

He says nothing, but his eyes drink me in hungrily.

His soft full lips descend down onto mine and I sigh into the kiss slightly as his hands find my hair and his fingers twist through my locs.

He tugs from time to time, causing me to hum with approval.

We continue to kiss and all of a sudden, he lifts me up and spins us so that I'm sitting on the counter.

My lips part slightly in surprise as he looks up at me, sweeping my dress out of the way so that he can stand in between my legs, hips pressed to my thighs.

"This is is new..." I say as he nips at my ear.

"Yeah?" He asks, as his lips move to my chest and then my stomach.

He moves his head lower and then kisses my inner thigh.

As he moves higher up my thighs, his tongue dances along the naked flesh gently.

He presses his lips to me and I moan aloud at how gentle he is.

One hand in his hair, goading him on.

I'm used to taking charge and bending him to my will, but not tonight.

He continues until I release and then he scoops me up, carrying me bridal style to his couch.

He lays us both down and , getting on top of me and pulling his pants and boxers down and looking into my eyes.

"Are you ready?" He asks huskily.

I nod.

"Yes" I tell him.

He grins and then gets started.

Soon enough, our moans ring out in the room as he makes 'love' to me all night, my naked body wrapped around his as we continue.
I take dominance at times, but I don't steal his moment.

I'll have plenty of opportunities to do that later.

He continues until I release once again and so does he.

Moments later, after a couple of rounds, he has discarded the rubbers and he lays on top of me passed out completely, his body covering mine and and the thin blanket covers his nakedness.

I feel my eyes start to droop closed, but I don't let them.

I gently roll out from underneath him and tiptoe away, looking around for my clothes and finding them all over the place.

I sigh and re-dress myself, before looking back at his sleeping frame once more.

His arms are tucked underneath his head, his muscles on full display.

I lick my lips slowly and chuckle.

I can't deny how attractive he is.

And gentle.

And sweet.

But I don't do relationships.

After...

Him.

I shake the memories away and look for my keys, finding them where I left them and I slip out of his house as quickly, letting the cool late night, early morning breeze wash over me.

I walk to my car, getting inside and then feeling at piece once again, when I hear the engine start up

I drive back to my apartment and trudge up the stairs, turning to open my door with my key.

I go inside and remove my clothes, slipping into the covers.

My eyes are caught by the packet of cigarettes on my night stand and I sigh to myself.

It's been a while... don't you think you deserve just one? My conscience asks me sympathetically.

"No" I whisper into the air to nobody in particular.

Just one... Go on, it never hurt anyone, Jay! My conscience begs.

I close my eyes hard for a second.

Come on... just one... or two... you know you want- -

I grab the packet regarding them for a second and then open the nightstand draw, shoving them in the draw and then slamming it closed, my breaths feeling heavy.

I lay on my back and realise that the voice has stopped.

My eyelids feel like they have weights attached to them and soon enough, I'm out cold.

I start to dream, of a man but not of the man that I just slept with.

Not the man, who's house I've just snuck out of, the man who I have been 'seeing' for the past year, who gives me amazing sex and showers me with affection, even if it's unrequited.

No, I dream of a different man.

A very different man.

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