Sorry that it took so long. The next parts should be up sooner. ;)

Chapter 4

"Climbing down the fire escape of your apartment is not how I imagined the night would end." Jude grinned as she sat on the hood of Tommy's car in G-Major's parking garage two days later. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you," he said and placed both hands on her thighs, gently probing them apart to step in between. He leaned forward, angling for a kiss, but Jude averted her lips.

"Talk National came out today. Did you know that you had sex with, I quote, 'a good friend's girlfriend' during your party? They have it from a guest who was present and witnessed you and 'a sexy blonde' exit your bedroom." She looked at him, all playful and teasing. "Tell me, Tom Quincy, did you have sex with Sadie after I snuck out?"

Tommy chuckled as he leaned closer, whispering, "No. Why?" He placed one finger underneath her chin, tilting her face towards him. "Jealous?"

"Me?" Jude slowly shook her head. Her eyes were mysterious. Tommy tried reading her thoughts, tried to figure out her mood, but she was unreadable. Until one corner of her mouth moved up and a tiny wicked smile lit up her face. "Why would I be jealous? We both agreed that this," her finger motioned between them, "was just sex and nothing else."

"Right," he agreed. And attempted again to kiss her. This time she allowed it. "Just sex." His lips brushed against hers, very lightly. It was Jude who placed her hands on his head and pulled him closer, turning the kiss into something akin to foreplay. Immediately his hands moved from her legs up towards her butt, where he squeezed her, eliciting a moan. Their tongues danced a fierce number and with growing need Tommy pushed himself against her mound, desperate for friction. "Car…tinted windows," he said, hoarse and needy. It took all his strength to let go of her.

Jude hopped off the hood. She glanced over her shoulders, first right, then left, and when she was assured that they were alone, her hands went to the hem of her shirt and she pulled it up. Wearing only a flimsy black bra underneath, she leaned up against the side of his car, arched against the cool metal of the automobile. The bulky Hummer was huge and she was grateful he had taken the car that morning. It offered space and comfort. And privacy.

A sound of pure appreciation and great anticipation slipped from Tommy's throat as he pushed up against her, capturing her lips briefly. He had met a great many women in his life, and some had certainly enjoyed the idea of an audience, but kissing Jude in the parking lot of G-Major held an entirely different appeal. This was a women who dressed like a guy most times, and he had a hunch she'd snatch a shirt or a jacket of his given an opportunity. But the second their lips met, she transformed from almost innocent music nerd to sexiest woman alive. There was a captivating depth in her eyes that he couldn't escape. And while he was nowhere ready to jumpstart a relationship, the idea of spending time with another woman, especially outside the bedroom, had not been this alluring in a damn long time.

He unlocked his car and Jude opened the door to let him enter first. When he settled in the driver's seat, she licked her lips and climbed on top of him and he noticed that even during their most heated moments, her lips always carried the faint hint of a smile, leaving him with an unsettling and at the same time deeply rewarding feeling of pride. She was happy and he was the cause of it. Straddling him, Jude kissed him again, deep and hungry. His hands immediately went to work, but despite his best efforts, they went nowhere.

"Next time," Jude grumbled impatiently as slipped into the passenger's seat to take off her pants, "I'm wearing a skirt. This sucks!" She shoved them down as did the same with his.

"Never had car sex before, huh?" With a smug smile he leaned on top of her and kissed along the line of her jaw, leaving a fiery trail behind. Jude's eyes fluttered as she moaned his name, but her attention was pulled towards his erection and she licked her lips full of hunger as he stroke himself with one hand, while he supported his weight with the other. "It looks so simple in the movies," she told him, dazed and aroused, her voice a mere hush. Her fingers threaded in his hair when he went lower, suckling on the sensitive flesh of her breasts. "Don't stop!"

Tommy didn't. Instead, he let go of himself and redirected his entire focus on her. His mouth ventured lower, towards his desired destination. Jude's whole body shivered when his tongue licked her pebbled nub, and when he suckled gently, then firmer, she shivered and involuntarily clenched her legs together, trapping him. "Spread for me." His hands pushed them apart again, holding them in place. "I fucking love how you taste!" His voice was raspy and muffled. His tongue was doing magical things. The way his dark eyes crackled with lust were too much. She grabbed the door with one hand, his head with the other, and a few seconds later, she exploded beneath him.

"God, that was good," Jude purred, not minding his cocky grin the least. For a moment she caught her breath and simply looked at him as he got rid of his shirt. His hard chest, covered in tattoos, was calling out to her and she didn't even put up a fight. She undid her bra quickly, tossed it away, then pushed him back into his seat and climbed on top of him. Her hands raked across his skin, desperate to touch him. Being with him brought forth a kind of wildness she had not known before. She forgot all her inhibitions and simply lived in the moment.

He took to condom, quickly rolled it on and then grabbed her hips, placing her on top of him. Jude sank down with. She leaned back and placed her hands against the roof of the car, slowly rocking back and forth, quickly finding a rhythm. But the pleasure became almost unbearable. Both needed more. Jude struggled for something to hold on to. She found his shoulders. Tommy held on to her ass with one hand while the other kneaded her breasts. They mouths fused in a kiss so deep one couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Tommy came first, growling, calling her name again and again, and Jude followed fast, before she collapsed in his arms.

Long minutes passed before any one had the strength to speak again. Still wrapped in his warm, dangerously comforting arms, she glanced at his watch and an odd thought crossed her mind. "Seven p.m. on Christmas. What were you doing at G-Major until now? Why were you even here?"

"I was working on something. Off the records." Tommy was in no hurry to let her go, instead he held her closer. Jude snuggled into his hold. "How did you know you'd find me here?"

"You weren't at home. This is the only other place I knew where you might be. I was lucky."

"So were you were looking for me?" He smiled. "On Christmas?"

"Just for sex," she clarified and sat up straight, surprisingly unbothered by the fact that she was completely naked. With him, she felt at ease. Confident.

And Tommy admired the sight. His fingertips traced idle figures on her hipbones. "Sure. Well, you had sex now. What's next?"

"How about some dinner? I'm really hungry."

"I thought we weren't doing the whole dating-thing."

"We're not. But if I hadn't shown up here to surprise you, you wouldn't have gotten sex tonight. That warrants some form of gratitude, doesn't it?" She flashed him a cheeky grin as her hands rested on his shoulders. "How about a home-cooked dinner. Consider it my Christmas present from you."

"I also thought we weren't doing gifts." Not that he minded spending more time with her. Quite the opposite. When she slipped back into the passenger's seat, he nonetheless started the car and headed home. "If dinner is my gift to you, what's your gift for me?"

Within seconds she was dressed again, wearing shirt and pants. Her underwear was still lost in his car. She had no interest in looking for it now. "Cook me dinner and we'll see about that present," she promised. With a gleam in her eyes she leaned towards him, nearer and nearer until her lips touched his earlobe. "You won't regret it, I promise." Then her tongue darted out and licked his ear.

His foot pressed down on the pedal and the car sped up. Jude leaned back, happy.


"You know," said Jude, grinning from ear to ear as Tommy kissed his way up her throat, "when I said 'home-cooked dinner', this really wasn't what I expected." She glanced at the sad display of instant noodle soup that stood not far away. "I was thinking of Lasagna, or Steak, or even something with vegetables."

Tommy chuckled against her jaw. "If I had known you'd trade sex for food, I'd have stocked up on Oysters and Caviar. I'd have gotten the best beef available. The finest pork. The tastiest fish."

"No fish," she let him know. For future consideration. "I'm more of a burger and fries kind of girl."

"I will remember that," he replied, still kissing her neck. His right hand slipped beneath her shirt, higher, towards the soft skin of her breast. Jude inhaled sharply when his thumb flicked over her erected nipple. When his teeth grazed her jawline, she shuddered in his arms. "I'll stock up on fast food first thing tomorrow morning."

"Will you?" She pulled on the hem of his shirt, wanting it gone. "Even though this night might be our last?" Her mouth kissed a path down his shoulder. "What if you meet the love of your life tomorrow? I'm a mere booty call. Should we really plan for future get-togethers?" Jude bit into his shoulder when his other hand slipped into her pants, to do wicked things between her legs.

"I don't believe in love," he whispered into her ear before suckling on her lobe. "So there's no reason not to plan for future get-togethers. Especially if those get-togethers are so incredibly satisfying," he added with a smirk.

Jude arched against him, overcome by bursts of pleasure. His index finger was doing wicked things deep within her. "Don't believe in love, huh?" She dug her nails into his back. "Bad experiences?"

"Every relationship I had in my life ended in a disaster. It didn't only end like that, it even began like that. Jealousy, fights, constantly having to apologize for things…" He met her lips tenderly, slowly brushing against them, before slipping his tongue into her open mouth. When she pulled back for air, he tugged on her lower lip with his teeth. "Relationships, love, all that…I've given up on it." He placed both of his hands on her butt, pulled her off the counter and carried her into his bedroom. "What about you," he wondered. "Will you leave me desperate for pleasure when you fall in love with somebody else?"

She slithered down against his hard frame, sunk down to her knees and licked her lips. "Who needs love when one can have sex like this," she said and proceeded to open his pants. His cock jutted up when she pushed his pants down. Jude took a hold of him, stroked him up and down, getting a feeling on his erection before she placed it against her mouth, then into it. Tommy groaned soundly, tangling one hand in her hair while the other one caressed her cheek with soft, almost loving touches. She let go of him with a 'plop'.

"You stop already," he half-complained.

Jude got up, pulled off her shirt and shoved her pants down, standing naked in front of him. "You want to come in my mouth or in me?" she asked with a sexy grin.

He kicked his pants off, grabbed her and placed her down on the bed. "If you ask me like that…" his mouth ventured down her throat, towards her chest. One hand reached for his nightstand. He fumbled to find a condom, but when he got one, he acted quickly and covered himself. "Be warned," he informed her all smug and cocky. "You might pass out from all the pleasure."

She laughed as she spread her legs for him. "Careful with those words. I might hold you up to them!" When he pushed in, she purred in bliss.


"Shit, where are my panties?" Jude wore only her shirt from last night as she crawled around on Tommy's bedroom floor, looking everywhere for that flimsy piece of fabric. "Damn it," she muttered as she hit her head on a drawer.

Standing in the doorway, utterly enjoying the sight in front of him, Tom Quincy smiled to himself. "You know, when I bought this place, the real estate agent said the view might be limited, but right now…"

Jude spun around and glared at him. Then she noticed that he was only wearing a towel. A few drops of water were taking their damn time running down the center of his chest. Her mouth went dry. "I'm late," she said, slightly distracted by his body. "Sadie called me three times already. I hadn't intended to stay the night, you know?"

"I'm not the one who insisted on a fourth time."

"You also weren't the one stopping the fifth time this morning," she reminded him. Not that she was complaining. But that didn't make her current situation any better. "If I stay out all night, it raises questions. For example, where I stayed. Seriously, are you going to stand there all day? Help me find my underwear!"

He laughed. "You're looking at the wrong place. You weren't wearing any underwear when we got here."

"The car. Damn!"

"Why is it so important to find them now?" Tommy walked up to her, held out his hand and helped her up. Immediately, he lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She smiled up at him sunnily.

"I guess I can go home without them," she conceded.

"Need a ride?"

"No. I'll take the cab. If anyone sees you near my house, they'll know what happened. And," she said as she leaned up to kiss him again, "I can't let that happen. You're my dirty little secret. Let's make sure it stays that way." When he wrapped his arms around her, she snuggled deeper into his embrace. "Tonight? Here?"

"One of Kwest's friends performs as a bar tonight. I'm invited. Come, too."

"Sadie and Kwest will be there."

He nodded.

Jude buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, enjoying the smell of his soap that mixed with his natural scent. It was intoxicating. Her phone went off again and she groaned in protest. "If I show up at that club tonight, we have to be very careful. We wouldn't be able to even dance with one another."

"Why not," asked Tommy as he took a hold of her hand and placed it on his shoulder. The other he placed on her hip, then lower, on an unclad butt-cheek. Jude grinned. He began to hum a melody and moved them gently to the rhythm. "We'd make a great couple on the dance floor," he whispered into her ear.

She swayed with him. "We'd make such a good couple that every guest would know right away that we're sleeping with one another." His hardening cock nudged against her bare mound. She bit her lip as she closed her eyes, fighting the urge to stay for another round. "I'll show up tonight," she agreed and tentatively brought some distance between them. "Under one condition: You will have to be mean to me. And snarky. And arrogant. You know, like you used to behave before we discovered sex as a good outlet for those frustrations."

He pulled her back against his, spun them around, and laughed full of amusement. "I'll promise to do that. Try to do the same, without pouring any drinks over my head."

"I promise not to pour anything on you while at the club. I can't make that promise for when we get back here. I discovered some honey in the back of your cabinet." She winked wickedly before smacking a kiss on his lips. "If I don't go now, I'll never leave."

"Then stay," he said without a second of hesitation.

The corners of her mouth turned up, but she shook her head. With much regret she let go of him and grabbed her pants. "Later, Quincy!"

"I will hold you to that promise," he smirked.


"You seriously want me to believe you stayed the night at Kat's house?" Sadie leaned against the bar of one of the fanciest clubs in Toronto, sipping on her Manhattan. "I think you're hiding a boyfriend. There's this look in your eyes…this glow. I think you're actually in love with somebody. You know I can keep a secret so if you don't want Mom and Dad to find out, that's okay. You can still tell me!"

Jude held on to her diet coke. "I don't have a boyfriend. And that is not a lie. I swear on Grandma's grave."

"But you're seeing somebody," Sadie pressed on.

"No." Jude forced herself not to look to her right. A few feet away Tommy and Kwest were talking to some other people. Tommy was wearing a pair of snug fitting dark jeans and a black button down shirt that accentuated his fine, muscled body. His sleeves were rolled up. She'd read the term 'forearm porn' on the Internet not too long ago and had laughed. But now? Tommy had some really nice forearms. Tan and strong. She took another sip and forced herself to look away. If she didn't watch herself, Sadie would figure out what was going on. Her sister had a sixth sense for stuff like that. "I'm a happy single," Jude assured her.

"I don't believe you for one second. You don't look like a happy single. You look thoroughly fucked!"

"Sadie!" Jude giggled. "I do not!"

"Whatever. I don't believe you anyway." But before they could continue with that conversation, they were interrupted by Kwest and Tommy, who walked up to them. Sadie flashed a flirty smile in Kwest's direction, while Jude barely met Tommy's eyes.

"Don't tell me you guys are still fighting with another," said Sadie as she reached for her drink again. "I thought you were past that."

"We try to be civil with one another," Jude answered. And then she met Tommy's eyes. Deeply hidden in his mythically blue eyes was a look that only she could decipher. A look that told her of his longings, his desires, his lust. She'd seen it so often last night. When he was deep within her, when there were no layers, no boundaries left between them, then she felt as though she could see straight into his soul. Into his heart. She could read him like an open book. Just as he could read her. That might be why their sex was so phenomenal. They just knew what the other one craved. What touch was needed. What caress wanted.

"Civil," Tommy agreed as he turned away towards the bar, to order another drink. "Vodka." If he had to endure this night, then he required something stronger than beer. He couldn't remember the last time that he'd been so drawn to a woman that he even considered taking her right here, in front of a hundred people, just to satisfy his urges. "After what she did to me and my car, that's all Jude can expect from me."

Jude grinned inwardly. Thank God he had said something as snide as that. It gave her the opportunity to reply with something equally dismissive. And she needed to be dismissive. Else she would grab his head, pull it down, and kiss him until her lips would fall off. "And after what he did to me, even convincing Mom and Dad to help him, civility is already more than he deserves."

Tommy looked over his shoulder, Vodka in his hand, meeting her eyes. If he had to pin down the color of her eyes, he'd not be able to do it. He had never seen eyes so deep, so full of emotion. He had never seen eyes so honest and open. So vulnerable. So beautiful. "There's somebody on the other side of the club that I need to say 'hi' to. Excuse me." He practically ran away.

"You guys should really talk it out," Kwest said as he took a seat next to Sadie. "It's likely you'll see each other again, especially if you really start working for Darius. It can't go on like this. What if D assigns Tommy as your producer?"

Jude barely listened. She was counting the seconds, barely able to wait to be back at his apartment, in his arms, kissing and touching. Her mouth ran dry and she finished the rest of her diet coke. "I need to go to the ladies' room," said Jude and made her way to the back of the club.

"For a while I thought she and Tommy might be hooking up, but every time I see them together, I'm worried for Jude's future at G-Major," Sadie admitted as she watched Jude disappear. "They look like they genuinely hate another."

"I know," Kwest agreed. "I even warned Tommy to stay away from Jude, but I guess that was superfluous."


"Thank God you're wearing a skirt," Tommy breathed as he slammed the door of the supply closet shut. His lips were hot on her shoulders, her top pooled around her waist and Jude wiggled against him as she shimmied out of her panties. Once they pooled on the floor, she held on to his shoulders and jumped up. Tom already had his pants undone and shoved into her fast and hard. She bit down on his shoulder, trying to keep quiet, but the intense pleasure was almost to much. It didn't take any foreplay to be wet. The moment at the bar a minute ago was all that had been needed. Tommy had cornered her as soon as she had made her way to the back of the club. She'd come looking for him. Never in her life had she felt so much desire for a man. This urge to be with him, to be taken by him, again and again, was utterly new and completely arousing.

"Harder," Jude moaned into his ear, driving her hand through his thick, artfully disheveled hair. He held her up with one arm while his other hand fondled her breast. Jude dragged her nails across his back, breathing heavily. "Yes…fuck me…yes, yes!"

"Come for me," he growled, thrusting into her again and again, faster each time. "Come, baby, come for me!" He kissed her hard when he came, taking her with him over the edge.

They stayed in their position for a few moments, catching their breaths. Jude's forehead, damp with sweat, rested against Tommy's and she smiled at him with bright, satisfied eyes. "We're really good at this!"

He laughed. Lowering his head, he met her lips in a slow, languid kiss. She arched against him, moaning into the it. When she broke away, Tommy gently cupped her face. "You're incredibly beautiful. Did I ever tell you that?"

She blushed under his intense gaze. "Am I glowing? Sadie said I was. Guess I have you to blame for that."

"You're not just glowing, you're feverish." He traced a line from her cheek to her jaw, then lower down her throat. "You're burning up."

"You do that to me." She pulled him in for another kiss. "Let's get out of here. I think I need a cold shower."

"How convenient," Tommy grinned. "I was just about to say the same. Lucky for us, I have a big shower at home, just waiting to be used."

"Big, huh?" Jude's tongue stroked against his.

"Very big," he croaked.

"Are we still talking about the shower?" She felt him grow hard inside her again. He pulled out, painfully slow. Jude settled back on her own feet and bend down to pick up her panties. She stuffed them into his pocket. "Another one to add to your collection."

With a smirk he zipped himself up and opened the door behind her, but not before giving her yet another kiss. "You go first." He slipped a his keys into her hand. "For the car and the apartment. Go ahead. I'll take a cab and follow you in a few minutes."

"I'll slip out the back. Tell Sadie and Kwest I ran into guy from school and that I went to another party with him." She pecked his lips anew. "And hurry home." With a look full of promises she left the room.

A moment later, Tommy followed and made his way back to Sadie and Kwest.