Heat

Jason Morgan and Alexis Davis, canon, mature content

Chapter Two

December 1st, 2009

Tuesday

Alexis told herself she was glad- very, very relieved actually- more than glad, thrilled, that Jason was not in the room when she went back to get her briefcase at the courthouse. She had spent three months now telling herself that she was simply imagining the sexy looks he started giving her while she was working as his attorney in his first degree murder case.

She hadn't imagined a thing though.

Because the second he was a free man- or actually twenty-two minutes later, to be exact- he had his hands on her hips, her body pulled taut against his, and his lips molded to hers in his opening arguement for why they needed to get naked together.

Not a good idea. A bad idea. A very bad, reckless, life messing up, hot, steamy, seductive, body tingling....okay stop, right there. It was a bad idea. Simply as that. No need to go into detail.

Looking around the empty room, she grabbed her briefcase as her head filled with all the reasons it was so wonderful Jason didn't argue with her when she told him not to kiss her again, quickly followed by her brain turning on her and taunting her with how good it would feel to be taken by a man as dangerous and attractive as him.

A man she could trust more than she ever did Ric or Jerry, because she knew Jason longer and better than she knew them when she first got with them. That would make the sex hotter. Not to mention that Jason, in general, was just on a whole different level than those two. There was something so street about him. He was not to be messed with. Or played with. He wasn't as easy to work as they were. Or as easy to dismiss either. His hands were rougher than theirs...he was more animalistic, she was sure....wilder....she could almost feel his hands on her breasts. Her hot skin burning beneath his manipulations of her nipples.

She bit her bottom lip.

"Alexis."

Jumping slightly, she gasped and spun around, holding her briefcase in front of her chest, in a self defense move to hide her pebbled nipples.

Her eyes grew wide at the sight of who was standing in front of her.

Great, she thought, is this not my luck or what? To be all hot and wet and dying to be naked with Jason....right in front of Sonny. Lord, why do You hate me? Why do You do these kind of things to me? Is it because I haven't gone to church on a Sunday in four...scratch that, six....years? I'm very busy. You know that. You know me. Always in court. Always getting tangled up with the wrong man. Being a single mom. Please cut me some slack. This...Sonny being here right now...is just cruel and unusual punishment.

"Hey," Sonny said "I thought I saw you dart in here....Good job on Jason's case."

Jason. Jason. Jason.

His mouth on her neck as he took her from behind while she was bent over his pool table. His rough leather jacket scraping against her bare back. Her completely naked and him with just his cock out. Him in control. Her breathless. Begging. Harder. Faster. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop, Jason.

"Thank you," she squeaked out to Sonny.

"Anyway, I just wanted to double check with you about tomorrow night. You're sure you're all right with bringing the girls to my place? Because if you're having second thoughts..."

Why did I tell Jason no? Alexis berated herself Am I crazy? I must be certifiable! Who tells that man no? Has anyone, in the history of woman kind, told that man: Oh, no thank you, please do not fuck me into a near coma. I wouldn't like that at all....What have I done?

"No," she said, her face feeling on fire. "No second thoughts. We have to start somewhere, right? Might as well have that somewhere be this somewhere, right? Right! Anyway, it would break Kristina's heart if I backed out now...and I'm not in any position to court heartbreak these days."

He would only bring me stress, she told herself. Dating a hitman? It's a ludicrous thought. But screwing is not dating, is it? But, of course, we would date. I mean it would be inevitable, wouldn't it? Or would it? Could I tell him: Just sex, Jason....Yes, that's genius! Just sex. Secret sex. I'll tell him that the next chance I get.

"Good. Good," Sonny said.

Good. Oh fuck, Alexis, she heard Jason say in her brain, That's so good.

"See you tomorrow night!" she cried to Sonny.

"All right. Seven o'clock. Olivia is thrilled to be able to do this. First time the whole family is getting together for something and all that. It just feels right, you know?"

That feels so right, Jason, she heard herself say in a breathless tone, as she imagined herself impaled on the thick, hard length of him, So right! Harder, Jason! Harder! Oh, God!

"Sure!"

"You okay?" Sonny asked.

"I'm so....tired. The trial just about exhausted me."

Sonny looked her over closely, with concerned eyes. The last few months had brought them emotionally closer than they had been since Kristina was conceived. They had to bound together to help their daughter through a rough time. She was feeling like neither of her parents understood her, loved each other, or could work together for her sake. They proved to her, through spending time together at Alexis house, that they could. It almost felt like her and Sonny would reunite there for a few weeks. But then Jason was arrested for murder. Sonny found out Dante was his son. And Alexis and Sonny were pulled in opposite directions again.

He told her now "Get some rest then, counselor. See you tomorrow."

He kissed her cheek and she just about melted against him. He might not be Jason but damn he smelled good, looked good, and used to star in the majority of her sexual fantasies for years. Sonny moved back and walked out of the room.

Alexis closed the door and then leaned her back against it, letting out a long breath.

Am I really going to do this? Start screwing Jason? she asked herself.

Her eyes closed as she contemplated the answer. And another intense fantasy kicked off. The kind she denied herself for three months but she couldn't anymore. Her knees over his shoulders as he stared down at her with a look in his eyes that said, while he thrust like a piston into her, I own your body. Say it! Say it!

You own me, Jason.

Oh God, she thought, I'm completely losing control of myself.

And over one closed mouth kiss. This was the start of something that she could not even imagine where it would end up. With her luck, adjoining jail cells and matching prison uniforms.

XXXXXXXXXXX

Don't.

The word repeated in Jason's head as he rode to Harborview Towers in the back of a limo. Once he got into his apartment he started to jerk out of his damn suit. He hated those things. He headed up the stairs, peeling off his clothes as he went.

Spinelli had moved in with Maxie while Jason was in lock up. So now Jason could get naked any damn place he pleased in this Penthouse. And right now he felt like getting naked as he walked toward his shower.

He was fucking pissed off and sexually frustrated.

Don't, Alexis had said, while pointing at him like he was one of her kids or a dog.

No, Jason. Bad Jason. Back off. Hands off.

He usually wouldn't get riled up about some chick saying no. First off, rarely did they say no. He couldn't even remember one who did. But somewhere in the past there had to be someone, sometime, and he was sure he just nodded and walked away. Secondly, it was a chick's decision if two people had sex. Every man knew that. So he had to respect that decision. It was nothing to be a prick about.

She had her reasons.

But damn if he was not still half hard over her, as he climbed into the shower and cranked it on.

Don't. Don't. Don't. Her voice echoed in his mind.

There goes making all his sexual fantasies about his lawyer into some hot, sweaty reality. He bet she looked amazing naked. Those breasts were just the right size. Her ass had that nice curve to it. Her legs...fuck...those legs. Those smooth, tan legs were a big part of his fantasies. Thinking about them wrapped around him, her heels digging into his back, as he looked down at her and knew, without a doubt, she was insane with lust over him.

Getting a woman like Alexis, who could be so tightly wound, that out of her mind, screaming and panting and begging for it, that was the ultimate turn on for Jason. He had never done that before. Never got someone who was buttoned up to lose her mind over him. Now he wanted to do it more than he wanted a cold beer, this shower, and a long bike ride. But he would settle for those three because he had no choice.

"FUCK!" he said as the water hit his back.

He needed her in that shower with him. Naked. Soapy. Drenched. Dripping. Eager. Smiling. Stroking.

He groaned. He never should have snuck a peek that time she bent over. He knew he was asking for trouble.

And look. He got it.