KEIFER POV
She wouldn't shut up. Even after we walked through the front door and headed upstairs, Jay-Jay was still giggling, her eyes bright with a mischievous glint that told me she wasn't going to let this go anytime soon.
"So, was there ever a time where you thought you were gay, Keifer? Please tell me," she said, trailing behind me into the bedroom. "I mean, Section E? Only boys? It makes so much sense now why you're so good at fashion and coffee."
I chose to ignore her, heading straight for the center of the room, but she followed me like a persistent kitten.
"Keifer, answer me! Did you have a secret crush on a basketball player? Is that why you're so grumpy? Because you were heartbroken?"
As soon as she stepped fully into the room, I reached back and clicked the lock on the door. The sound echoed in the quiet space, and her eyes widened slightly, her rambling finally cutting off. Before she could even say another word or try to back away, I moved.
Since she was standing right next to the edge of the mattress, I used my momentum to push her back. She let out a small gasp as she fell onto the soft covers, and I immediately pinned her there, hovering over her with my hands on either side of her shoulders.
"Keifer, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice hitching, that playful tease replaced by a sudden, frantic heartbeat I could almost see pulsing in her neck.
I looked down at her, my gaze dark and focused. I was tired of being the butt of the joke, and I was definitely tired of being called a puppy or a monk.
"I'm showing you how much of a man I am," I said, my voice dropping into a low, rough growl.
Without taking my eyes off hers, I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head in one fluid motion, tossing it somewhere on the floor. I saw her eyes travel down my chest, her breath catching as she realized I wasn't joking anymore.
"Still want to talk about high school, Jay?" I whispered, leaning down until my lips were brushing against the shell of her ear. "Or should we move on to a different lesson?"
JAY-JAY POV
My brain is officially short-circuited. One second I was making fun of his Section E days, and the next, I was pinned to the bed by a very shirtless, very muscular, and very annoyed billionaire.
The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and the way he was looking at me... it wasn't the CEO look or the Grumpy look. It was the look of a man who was about to prove a point very, very thoroughly.
"G-gago," I managed to squeak out, my hands instinctively coming up to rest on his bare shoulders. His skin felt like velvet over fire. "I was just... I was just joking, Keifer."
"I'm not," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip my waist, pulling me even closer against him until there was no space left between us.
Hala. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it might burst through my ribs and hit him. My leg didn't even hurt anymore; all I could feel was him.
"You think I'm a puppy?" he asked, his voice vibrating against my skin as he trailed kisses along my jawline. "You think I'm a monk?"
"N-no," I breathed, closing my eyes as my head fell back against the pillow. "I think you're... I think you're definitely a man."
"Good," he whispered against my lips. "Don't forget it again."
help. If this is what happens when I tease him, I might have to start doing it more often. Even if it's the death of my heart.
Then, without giving me a single second to recover or even catch my breath, he leaned down and kissed me again. This wasn't like his usual kisses; this was deep and hungry, a silent demand for everything I had. My brain turned into absolute mush, and I responded to him instantly, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Keifer let out a low growl against my lips, a sound so raw and primal that it sent a bolt of lightning straight to my toes.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my jawline, finding the sensitive skin of my collarbone. When he reached my neck, he lingered there, kissing the skin before he suddenly bit my pulse point.
A loud moan escaped me before I could stop it. He seemed to like that reaction because he bit that same spot a few more times, teasing me, before smoothing the sting out with his tongue.
"Keifer," I moaned, my head spinning.
He didn't answer with words. He just kissed me again, his movements becoming more urgent. He moved his focus to my earlobe, his breath hot against my skin.
"I have to prove I'm a man now, don't I?" Keifer teased, his voice vibrating in my ear.
"I agree! You are a man! Please," I said to him, my voice shaking. I was ready to admit anything he wanted at this point.
"I have to show you," Keifer murmured, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. His gaze was dark, heavy with a promise that made my heart stop. "You haven't seen that part yet."
KEIFER POV
I watched her face, flushed and beautiful under the dim light of the room. The playful girl who had been teasing me about Section E was gone, replaced by the woman who was currently looking at me with wide, blown-out pupils and trembling lips.
She thought she knew me. She thought she knew the grumpy CEO or the overprotective husband. But I wanted her to know every single part of me—the parts that weren't controlled or calculated.
"You've been grading my behavior all day, Teacher," I whispered, my hand sliding down from her neck to her waist, pulling her flush against my heat. "Now it's my turn to give the lesson."
I saw her swallow hard, her hands gripping my bare shoulders as if I were the only thing keeping her grounded in a storm.
"Keifer," she breathed out, my name sounding like a prayer.
"Don't look away, Jay," I commanded softly, leaning in until our foreheads rested against each other. "I want you to see exactly who you belong to."
I didn't care about the office, the school, or the brothers downstairs. In this moment, the world didn't exist outside of this bed. I kissed her again, slower this time, claiming her in a way that left no room for jokes. She was mine, and I was going to make sure she never forgot it again
My hands moved with purpose, sliding under the hem of her shirt. Her skin was soft, warm, and trembling slightly under my touch. I lifted the fabric over her head, revealing the simple lace bra she wore. Her breath hitched as I reached behind her, unclasping it with practiced ease. The material fell away, and I took a moment to appreciate the sight of her—perfect, beautiful, and completely exposed to me.
"Keifer," she whispered again, her hands tangling in my hair as I lowered my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth. She arched against me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I teased the sensitive bud with my tongue, my hand coming up to caress her other breast.
I could feel her heart racing against my chest, her body responding to every touch, every kiss. I wanted to drive her wild, to make her forget everything but the pleasure I was giving her.
My free hand traveled down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips, until I reached the waistband of her jeans. I unbuttoned them slowly, deliberately, my eyes never leaving hers. Her pupils were dilated, her lips parted as she watched me, anticipation written all over her face.
I slid the jeans down her legs, along with her panties, until she was completely bare beneath me. I took a moment to just look at her, spread out on our bed, waiting for me. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I lowered myself between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs as I positioned myself at her entrance. She was already wet, ready for me, and the thought sent a jolt of desire straight through me.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Keifer, please."
I didn't make her wait any longer. With one smooth thrust, I buried myself inside her. We both gasped at the sensation—her tight, wet heat enveloping me, my fullness stretching her, completing her.
I started to move, slow at first, then faster, harder. Her hips rose to meet mine, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure—our ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, her soft cries and my guttural groans.
I leaned down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss as I continued to drive into her, my movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I wanted to possess her completely, to mark her as mine in the most primal way possible.
Her hands clawed at my back, her nails digging into my skin as she neared her peak. I could feel her tightening around me, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge.
"Let go, Jay," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. "Come for me."
With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing around me as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, the feel of her pulsing around me, was enough to send me over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, I followed her into oblivion, my release hot and intense as I spilled inside her.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled together, our breaths mingling in the quiet room. I could feel her heart still racing, her body trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.
I rolled off her, pulling her into my arms and holding her close. She nuzzled against my chest, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Still think I'm a monk?" I asked, my voice soft but teasing.
She laughed, a weak, breathy sound that made my chest tighten with affection. "Definitely not," she replied, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. "You're all man, Keifer. All mine."
"Always," I promised, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Always yours."
JAY-JAY POV
My body was still humming with pleasure, my mind a haze of sensation and emotion. I lay tangled in Keifer's arms, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek. The air in the room was thick with the scent of us—sweat, sex, and something uniquely Keifer that made me feel safe and cherished.
I tilted my head back to look at him, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. His eyes were closed, a small smile playing on his lips. He looked so relaxed, so content, and it made my heart swell with love.
"Still think I'm gay?" he asked, his eyes opening to meet mine. There was a teasing glint in them, but also a vulnerability that made my breath catch.
I laughed, shaking my head. "No," I replied, my voice soft but firm. "I never really thought you were. I just liked teasing you."
He raised an eyebrow, his hand sliding down my back to cup my ass. "And was it worth it?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper.
I shivered, my body already responding to his touch. "Maybe," I replied, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "But I think I need more data to be sure."
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through my body. "Is that so?" he asked, rolling me onto my back and hovering over me again. "Well, we can't have you making conclusions without sufficient evidence, can we?"
I shook my head, my legs parting instinctively as he settled between them. "Definitely not," I replied, my hands coming up to rest on his chest. "I'm a very thorough researcher."
He laughed again, lowering his head to capture my lips in a slow, deep kiss. "Then let's continue the experiment," he murmured against my mouth.
And as he entered me again, slow and deliberate, I knew that this was just the beginning. The night was young, and we had so much more to explore, so much more to discover about each other. And I couldn't wait to learn every single thing.
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