It started out as a one night stand. No names–just incredible sex. So incredible that they’d agreed to meet again–same place, same time the next night. She’d never had a lover like him before–he had a voice that dripped with sensual promise and a body to fulfill it.
During the three incredible hours they’d spent together, she’d never once thought about what her brother might think or what her fiancé would think. All she could think about was his mouth on her body, the way the skin on his chest rippled and tensed when she touched him.
Afterwards, they laid next to each other–the only sound in the room was their breathing. Heavy at first but then even. It was a long time before they spoke. And even then there was no conversation. She told him that it had been incredible–she’d never felt like that before. He agreed and that’s when they made the pact to meet again. She dressed quickly and quietly without looking at him.
If she looked at him, she might not get out of the room without jumping him again. Once she was in the hallway of the second floor of her favorite bar, she slumped heavily against the door, the diamond on her engagement glinting even the dim lighting.
When she’d been inside Room 4, she’d just been a woman who’d had an itch that sorely needed scratching. It’d been months–actually closer to a year–since she’d slept with anyone.
But now, outside the room, she wasn’t that woman anymore. Inside, she could say it was the hypnotic spell that seemed to be weaved the moment she’d laid eyes on him across the room downstairs. But outside…she was herself again.
Elizabeth Corinthos, sister to Mafioso Michael “Sonny” Corinthos. Sister-in-law to former model Brenda Barrett-Corinthos.
Future wife of Nikolas Cassadine, the number one rival to Sonny Corinthos’s empire.
She pulled her jacket over her rumpled tank top and left it unzipped. If she was going to leave at all tonight, now would be a good time.
She told herself she wasn’t going to come back. No matter how good she’d felt during the last three hours, she couldn’t do this again.
But even as she went down the stairs and left through the back alley…she knew she was lying to herself.
The first surprise came not the next night but the next afternoon. Elizabeth and Brenda had come into her brother’s penthouse after a morning of wedding errands and shopping. Her brother was standing by the mini-bar with a shot of whiskey in his hand and the man he was sharing the shot with had his back to the door.
“Elizabeth,” Sonny called. He beckoned them closer. “I want you to meet the infamous Jason Morgan.”
He turned then and it felt like life stood still for a moment as Elizabeth came face to face with the one night stand.
She knew who Jason Morgan was–everyone around Sonny knew about the guy he’d met in Miami five years ago. He’d put the younger man in charge of the Puerto Rico operation–entrusting him with more territory than men who’d been working longer for Sonny could believe.
Brenda had met Jason a few times–trips to the island with Sonny had ensured that. But Elizabeth never had.
The bag in her hand slipped through her fingers and hit the floor as she drank in his face–hoping that the saying that everyone had a twin in the world was true.
But there was shock on his face as well and she knew that it was him. That she’d slept with her brother’s business partner in a night of nameless sex.
And worst of all, she’d planned on doing it again.
He recovered quickly and stuck his hand out. Elizabeth shook the hand that stroked her into oblivion the night before and let it go immediately.
“Nice to meet you. Michael talks about you a lot,” Elizabeth mumbled. She gathered her bag from the floor. “I have to go.”
She bolted from the penthouse and it only once she was across the hall in her own apartment that she was able to breathe again.
She’d known all along that she’d go back that night. Even now–knowing who he was–she paused in front of his door and knocked softly. They could straighten out this whole thing and agree to put it behind them.
It made complete and rational sense to her as she drove the six miles from Harborview Towers to Jake’s on the outskirts of town. It made even more sense as she gave the owner of the bar a sheepish smile and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
But once she knocked and he opened the door, she couldn’t even remember what’d she come to tell him.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” he said quietly.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she confessed. “I should go.”
“Probably,” he agreed. But he opened the door further and she stepped inside. She heard the door click shut behind her but she forced herself to keep her back to him. If she looked at him, she’d jump him.
And that wasn’t what she’d come here to do. Right?
“I saw the ring last night but I didn’t ask.” His voice broke the thick silence and she stared down at the object in question. “I’m asking now–even though I know the answer.”
“It’s part of a merger,” she revealed so softly he stepped closer to hear her. She could feel his body heat against her back and it almost had her dizzy. She closed her eyes for a moment to regain her composure. “They’re merging the territory and a marriage is the easiest way.”
“You don’t love your fiancé?”
She turned then and met his intense gaze. If she’d felt dizzy before, she wasn’t sure how she was still conscious now. Everything was spinning and cloudy now. “Does it matter?” she asked, her voice husky now.
“Does it matter to you?”
Oh dear God, how was she supposed to concentrate on his words when he had the edge to his voice? That deep, gravelly edge? She blinked, trying to clear her vision and keep her mind clear. “No,” she whispered. She pulled the ring from her finger and slipped it into the pocket of her denim blue jeans. “It doesn’t matter to me at all.”
“You’re Sonny’s sister,” he said.
“It didn’t matter last night.”
“I didn’t know that last night.”
Her heart was pounding–she was having a hard time trying to breathe. “Does it matter tonight?”
He stepped closer to her, his scent overwhelming her then. She blinked again. She’d come here to tell him something…what was it again?
“It should,” he answered finally. He lifted a hand and brushed it against the skin just underneath her cheekbone. When the thick calloused skin made contact with the softness of her own, she moaned and her eyes fluttered shut. God, just a touch could undo her. The power this man had over her–she’d never known desire like this–or was it just plain old lust? Did she even care? “But it doesn’t,” he replied.
“Oh, God, I want you,” she breathed or even half moaned, she wasn’t sure. Didn’t even matter.
When he finally kissed her, it was even more intoxicating than the night before but now it had a sense of desperation because it was even more forbidden tonight. Because tonight, he knew who she was–what the penalty could be if her brother ever found out.
The knowledge that she was the sister of Sonny Corinthos should have stopped him but it only made him kiss her harder, pull her closer and he was even more eager to strip of her jeans and t-shirt. He wanted her in his bed again–immediately.
He backed her towards the bed even as he was peeling her jeans off her body. Jason slid his hands to her upper thighs and tugged so that she let him lift her into his arms, instinctively wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.
“Take this off,” she grumbled, tugging at the hem of his black t-shirt. He set her down on the bed and climbed over her, on all fours. She nearly ripped the shirt in her haste to get it off. She ran her fingers over the warm skin of chest, brushing against his nipples.
He was just as anxious to have her shirt off, only he did rip it at the seams in his rush. His hands cupped her firm breasts and she moaned into his mouth. “Please,” she murmured, not even knowing what she was asking for.
He slid down her body, his mouth roving over her porcelain skin, leaving a trail of red marks. His fingers slid under the straps of her panties and slid them down her legs, nipping at the tender skin of her inner thighs.
“Please,” she begged, threading her fingers in his hair and trying to pull him back up. “I need you now!”
He nibbled his way back to her lips before thrusting his tongue past her lips and devouring her mouth greedily. She blindly unsnapped his jeans and started to shove them over his hips, sending his boxers with him.
Jason reached towards the nightstand and found the condom on top–where he’d put it that morning before leaving. He was anticipating that tonight would be as incredible as the night before and he wanted to have it at hand. Now he was glad he hadn’t put it away after meeting Elizabeth.
She took it from him. “You concentrate on getting the rest of your clothes off,” Elizabeth told him breathlessly. He grinned then and kicked off his pants and boxers. Once he was fully nude, she braced her legs around his waist again and rolled them over.
“I think this was the one position we didn’t try last night,” Elizabeth remarked with a saucy smile. She nibbled and licked her way down his chest before reaching his hard shaft. Before he could stop her, she gave it a few licks–almost like she was licking a lollipop. Jason groaned when she swirled her tongue around his tip a few times before rolling the condom over him. She smiled at him mischievously. “Maybe we can try that in full force later,” she suggested as she let him pull her back up his body.
He adjusted her over his shaft and thrust his hips up, impaling her in one smooth motion. Elizabeth arched her back and fisted her hands in her hair. “Oh, God, this feels so good,” she murmured, closing her eyes. His hands slid over breasts and strummed her nipples as she started to lift herself up and down.
After a few minutes of the slow rhythm, he slid his hands down to grip her hips and he quickened the pace and she rode him harder. At first she was chanting his name but as she got closer to the edge, they just merged into one long moan. When he felt her tighten around him, he came to his own climax.
Sweating and shaking a little, Elizabeth collapsed on top of him. They were still connected and she could feel that every time she moved a little. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” she admitted softly. “Even as I drove over here, I knew I shouldn’t.”
“I didn’t think you would come,” Jason admitted. “I hoped…but I knew why you might not.”
“You asked me before if I loved Nikolas,” Elizabeth began. “I don’t. I barely know him.”
Sensing the conversation was taking a sharp and serious turn, Jason slid out of her body and disposed of the condom. He slid back into the bed and pulled Elizabeth close to him, covering them with the thin sheet at the end of the bed.
“I wasn’t really paying attention before,” he admitted. “You said something about territories.”
“You know that Michael’s wanted the Cassadine territory for years,” Elizabeth reported. “Helena is getting old and Nikolas isn’t in a position to run it to its full potential so he agreed to merge the territories.”
“And the simplest way to do that through marriage,” Jason sighed.
“I didn’t want to agree at first but Michael’s done so much for me, how could I not do something for him?”
“Marriage is a pretty big favor,” Jason remarked.
“It didn’t bother me until now,” Elizabeth replied softly. She turned more into his embrace. “I know this is just sex but I’m supposed to get married in two weeks and…”
“If this was just sex, Elizabeth, you wouldn’t have come back tonight,” Jason told her gently.
“It’s really great sex,” she corrected. She propped herself up on her elbow. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not like this usually–I don’t let my hormones make my decisions.”
“If Sonny found out I was sleeping with his baby sister…” Jason trailed off and shook his head.
“Maybe I should just go home and we forget all about this,” Elizabeth suggested quietly.
“We’re going to have to eventually,” he replied. He touched her face. “Because I know it’s even more forbidden when you’re the wife of Nikolas Cassadine.”
“What do you want me to do?” Elizabeth asked. She pushed her hair out of her face and sighed. “Because the longer we do this, the harder it’ll be to walk away.”
“We couldn’t even walk away after one night. You tried and I even made up my mind to turn you away if you did come.”
“Why didn’t you?” she asked curiously.
He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Because the second I opened the door and saw you…I couldn’t.”
Elizabeth exhaled slowly and laid on her back next to him. “So this is going to be a thing huh?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
It was definitely going to be a thing.
She stayed over that night, falling asleep in his arms. When he stirred the next morning and saw her curled up next to him, he groaned. How would he get her out of here without being seen? Because all it would take would be the wrong person seeing her leave his room and it would get to Sonny before the day was over.
And once Sonny knew that Jason was sleeping with his engaged baby sister…there were really only two options. He’d be sent back to Puerto Rico or…
He woke up her up quickly and she dressed in a hurry, understand the ramifications it got too late and someone saw her. She left, not making any plans to see him there again but they both knew that they’d be meeting again that night.
When he came home around eight, she was already in his room, curled up on his bed. She was on her side, her shoulders shaking. He quickly pulled his jacket off and kicked his boots to the floor before climbing into bed behind her and pulling Elizabeth into his arms.
She turned to him and he realized that she’d been crying. Within minutes, his shoulder was soaked.
She wouldn’t speak–wouldn’t tell him what had happened to upset her and Jason found himself cradling her as her sobs quieted and she eventually slipped into sleep.
He didn’t pull away or try to wake her. He just held her more tightly and within an hour or so, he fell asleep too.
She woke up around four in the morning and found herself still in his arms. Elizabeth smiled, her face tearstained and she touched his cheek, moved that he’d comfort her like this.
He felt her moving and opened his eyes. “Hey,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I just…I needed to get it out.” She laid on her back and sighed. “I was at my dress fitting this afternoon and I guess it really hit me. I’m getting married to a man I barely know…” Her voice caught and she swallowed hard. “Oh, God, Jason, I don’t want to marry him.”
Jason drew her close him again and kissed her forehead. “I don’t know what I can tell you.”
“There’s nothing to say,” she said mournfully. “I have to see this through.” She sat up suddenly and pulled her shirt off–tossing it to the floor. Elizabeth slid on top of him and started to kiss him.
He held her away for a moment. “Elizabeth, we don’t have to do anything. I can just hold you.”
Elizabeth’s eyes were soft and she could feel the tears coming again. “I want to,” she whispered. She leaned down and kissed him again. This time he responded.
Their clothes were shed quickly and in lieu of foreplay and different positions, he just slid in between her thighs and entered her slowly.
The whole act was different this time and they both felt it. Where it’d once been hard and fast, it was gently and slow. She locked eyes with him as he thrust and they kept the connection. He never went any faster and she didn’t beg him this time. Instead, they made love for nearly an hour before either of them found release.
And making love was the right phrase, Jason decided as he fell into another sleep with her in his arms. Before, it really had been sex. But this time…they’d made love.
And somehow, that made all the difference.
