The Boss's Daughter

Chapter 4: Playing With Fire (6,0K)

Chapter 4: Playing With Fire (6,0K)

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Jace's PoV (25 years old)

Jace was boxing alone in the training room, the sun had set a long time ago, but his anger still there like it had been for the past four hours. Though he wasn't sure if the feeling raging inside him was anger or frustrated annoyance; which was why, even after everyone had left the building, Jace stayed, being against a bag of beans, instead of against someone, and doing his best to clear his mind.

Valentine has summoned him in his mansion early in the afternoon to assign him to his next mission, and no matter how much he liked that Valentine was confident enough to let Jace do missions on his own more and more, Jace would have gladly taken any other mission than the one that had just been imposed on him.

"If you hit that bag any harder, you will have to pick up the beans you'll spill," Magnus's voice suddenly said behind Jace, making Jace simply turn a little his head to acknowledge the presence of his best friend.

Magnus elegantly sat on the floor, just below the window, resting his head against the frame as he looked at the blond man with his brows slightly furrowed. Jace ignored the Asian man and resumed his previous occupation of punching the bag until he would feel his fingers numb. For five minutes, none of the two men said a thing, the only noise in the room being the huffs coming from Jace, and the thunks his knuckles made every time they met the bag.

"So what are you so worked up about? Jordan said that you almost destroyed him, once again," Magnus casually said, before he added with nonchalance: "And Raphael says that you haven't left the gym since you got here."

Jace rolled his eyes, not caring the least in the world that he was the centre of gossips amongst his brothers in arms. He knew that Jordan did not appreciate having to endure his bad mood and hard blows; and since Raphael was the head of security, Jace was not surprised that he knew where he was. After all, Raphael was the only who could still sneak up on him. He was always as silent as a cat and could disappear in the shadow without a problem, even though now he's job was more about telesurveillance than actually shadowing of people.

"I just want to stay in shape. Is that a crime, now?" Jace snapped at his best friend, not even sparing a glance in his direction.

"Sure," Magnus replied, putting in his tone as much disbelief as he could, and though it annoyed Jace, he still did not give reason to his friend, stubbornly hitting the boxing bag as sweat was rolling from his face and arms.

For a moment, none of them said a thing, until Jace finally let out between two blows: "Valentine is sending me to Japan."

"And that's bad because ..." Magnus trailed, clearly not following Jace's trail of thoughts. Jace finally stopped boxing, only to let himself slump next to his friend as he said between gritted teeth, removing the bandages from his palms:

"Because I am not going there on a mission. I am going there as a glorified babysitter!"

"Oh. Well, that makes sense. Clary has been talking about Japan for a while, and Valentine was clearly not going to let his daughter go to Japan alone. I mean, it's only logical."

"Yeah, well, I have better things to do than to look after kids!" Jace exclaimed, letting his head rest against the windowpane as he closed his eyes, rather annoyed that his friend was not taking his side, and was not ready to b***h and rant about this assignment he had just been given.

"Valentine doesn't seem to think so. He wouldn't send you to the other side of the globe if he needed you here," Magnus argued, angering Jace more than calming him. Mostly because the fact remained:

"I am not a babysitter!"

Magnus didn't seem moved by his excess of anger, whether it was the fact that Jace just shouted or the fact that he got up with a temper to start pacing in front of him. mag remained calm, only upping a little his head so he could still look at Jace. With composure, he rested his arm on his lifted knee, as he told Jace:

"You're looking at it the wrong way. Valentine is sending you to a dangerous place to protect what he values the most in the world. You, and you alone. I mean, that never happened before. We're always at least two to look after her, and you know it."

"I could be more useful staying here! Especially with the Mazaratis trying to —"

"And I'm sure Valentine knows it," Magnus cut him off. "But here, he is trusting you to look after his daughter. I don't think you realise how big this is. Even I don't drive Clary around alone. There's always someone else, either Evan driving us, either Raphael staying in the shadows, if not both of them. This level of trust is ... unseen. I don't think even Hodge had that."

Jace stopped pacing and sat beside his friend, keeping for himself what was really bothering him. It had been three years since the pool incident, and during the course of those three years, Jace had masterfully remained far away from Clarissa. It did help that Valentine was sending him more and more on missions on his own, to deal with people the same way he dealt with Eduardo in Italy. But Jace went further than that, he actually avoided Clarissa. He knew when she was at the mansion and was always doing his best to go there when she wasn't there. He knew (thanks to Magnus) when she was visiting her friend in his building, and always went out with Jordan when she did. And Valentine never asked him again to go on a trip when his daughter was with him. Jace was so determined to keep his boss's daughter at bay, that he actually always refused entertaining redheads when he was going out with Jordan.

Still, the very few times they saw a glimpse of each other of the past three years, Jace could swear that the s****l tension between them was growing stronger. And this was why he didn't like the idea of being sent to a foreign country with a girl he wanted so much in his bed, but couldn't even think of touching. He didn't know where all this s****l tension came from, given the fact that they barely exchanged more than ten words during all those years they've known each other, but it was still there, and Jace didn't like it.

But he couldn't decently tell Valentine that he wouldn't look after his daughter without giving him a good reason. Jace never refused Valentine anything, not even the most gruesome expectations coming from the older man, so it was an understatement that Valentine wouldn't understand Jace denying him that one little thing that only required Jace to look after one little girl. He couldn't tell Valentine no on this one thing, and this was what angering Jace the most. He felt trapped. He didn't want to stay two weeks alone with Clarissa, but he did not have a choice in the matter.

"Besides, you shouldn't take it as you being a babysitter, but as you going on vacations at the boss's expenses," Magnus added, sure of his logic, and oblivious of what was really bothering Jace. "I mean, Clary is a really cool person to hang out with. She isn't the brat you think she is, she's actually really fun to be around."

"I am not you, Magnus. I do not get all chubby and friendly with the boss's daughter," Jace gravely snapped back.

Magnus rolled his eyes, replying with his favourite line when it came to Jace's character: "You're too stern for your own good. You should try loosening up a bit. Someone, your age shouldn't be so ... stiff."

Jace shook his head, not eager to pursue a conversation he knew he couldn't be honest about, and started walking to the locker room, with Magnus short on his heels. The Asian man remained silent while Jace made his way to the shower, and only when Jace was under the water, Magnus said:

"Valentine told you, didn't he?"

"What?" Jace asked, both because he wasn't sure what Magnus was talking about, but also because he wasn't sure to have understood properly what Magnus had said. Magnus cleared his throat and explained:

"I just find it weird that you didn't even try to question the fact that Valentine didn't ask me to look after Clary when I do it almost all the time."

"I just figured that you were sent on another mission. If you want to trade places, I'm all for it, Jace lied, giving his friend an opportunity to keep his secret fear for himself.

Ever since Valentine had told Jace that Magnus was claustrophobic on their way to Italy, Jace had kept that information to himself, though a part of his mind did pick up on a few things that Magnus would do and that made it obvious when one was paying a little attention. For instance, Magnus always opened a window when he was coming to Jace's place. At first, Jace had only figured that it was because Magnus liked being in a fresh-aired room, but now that he knew the truth, it was obvious to him why. Like the way Magnus would never close a door behind him, or the fact that he always avoided elevators.

Still, since Magnus never told him about his claustrophobia, Jace respected his wish, and never mentioned it, or the odd actions Magnus was taking sometimes.

Since Magnus didn't reply anything, Jace assumed that his friend had left, and so he finished his shower in silence, still internally cursing at the fact that he was about to spend two weeks with a girl he didn't want to be caught near by. But when he stepped out of the shower, his towel wrapped around his hips, he saw that Magnus hadn't left and was simply leaning against a locker, his gaze lost in space.

"You okay, man?" Jace asked, a bit concerned by this attitude coming from Magnus; and the dark-haired man brusquely shook his head, coming back to the present moment with Jace. He smiled to the blond man, and tapped his shoulder with a frank smile as he told him:

"Thank you for keeping it for yourself."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jace said, sharing the same smile with him.

"Anyway, my work here is done. You stopped usefully bruising yourself, and I have someone else to see now," Magnus announced with a smug smirk on the corner of his lips, walking away from the lockers and leaving Jace alone to get dressed.

As he did so, he reflected on the fact that it wasn't the first time Magnus was going out at night to meet 'someone'. But the thing was, Jace never heard Magnus talk about girls the way Jordan, Raphael, or himself would do it. And it bothered Jace. Not really the fact that he highly suspected his best friend of being gay, but more the fact that his best friend didn't trust him to share with him his deepest secrets. Whether it was his fear of small and closed places or his liking into the same s*x.

But then again, Jace didn't share either his attraction toward the redhead who happened to be their boss's daughter with his best friend.

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During the whole flight from New York to Tokyo, Jace and Clarissa didn't exchange a single word, mostly because Jace pretended to be sleeping, listening to music. He knew that Clarissa watched a movie and slept a little, but he barely opened his eyes, giving her no opportunity to try and engage any sort of conversation with him. And though it had been easy for him to avoid the young redhead in the plane, Jace knew that the hardest part was to come. After all, it was easy to avoid someone in a plane, it was definitely harder to avoid someone that you were sent to follow and protect everywhere.

Before they took off, Valentine warned Jace that his daughter was most likely to try to get rid of him. She didn't like having 'babysitters' around her when she was twenty, and completely capable of fending for herself. Valentine also told Jace that Clarissa had always been obsessed with Japan and that she knew perfectly well how to speak fluently the language, as well as how to blend in this culturally different country. He informed Jace that, knowing his daughter, she was most likely to try to lose him into Tokyo, and that was the reason why he was sending Jace and not anyone else. Valentine had bargained with his daughter not to send her with an armada of men behind her, but Valentine was well aware that his daughter would either try to lose the person he would send with her, either convince him to let her live her life. Which was why Jace came in the picture. Valentine knew that Jace wouldn't let her out of his sight and that no matter what Clarissa would say, he wouldn't let her stray him away from his mission.

As the plane started its descent toward the Japanese soil, Jace finally opened his eyes, straightening on his chair as he glanced at the redhead seating not far from him. She was sleeping, one of her earbuds having fallen off her ear while the movie Casablanca was still playing on her screen. This was something he had never lingered on, but now he was realising that Clarissa looked nothing like her father.

Valentine was tall, buffed and pale blond with brown eyes that pierced right through one's soul. His daughter, on the other hand, was nothing like that. She was small (not to say ridiculously short), fragile-looking and her hair as red as blood. Even her skin wasn't of the same colouring as her father's. She was so pale that one could see her blue veins every now and then on her skin. The only thing that Jace could say that the Morgenstern had in common was their eyes. Sure, Clarissa's eyes were bright green, but she had the same way to look at people like her father.

And it was actually Clarissa's green eyes that haunted Jace the most when it came to the petite redhead. Sure he happened to fantasise over her luscious and curved body, about losing his hands in her luxurious hair, about imprisoning her pink lips in his; but her eyes were always in his fantasies, and he would love nothing more than to see her green emeralds light up with ecstasy if he were to ever give her an orgasm.

But he knew that this was all dreams because first and foremost, she was Valentine Morgenstern's daughter.

After they landed, the two of them quickly retrieved their luggage and got in a cab in direction of their hotel. During the ride, Clarissa Skyped her father to let him know that she landed okay; and Jace turned his head to look at the view from the window, in order to give Valentine and his daughter as little privacy as he could give them. It was only when they reached the hotel lobby that Clarissa finally decided to speak to Jace (not that he minded the silence that was between them before).

"So, I know that you're supposed to follow me everywhere during the next couple of weeks, but let's face it, none of us wants that. So ... maybe you could go around and do whatever you want, and I do the same on my part."

Jace refrained a smirk and pretended to think about it, allowing the young redhead a gleam of hope that he crushed as he sternly told her: "You do whatever you want, but know that if you think you can lose me, you'll only find me lurking in your shadows. So lets both be mature about this one, and avoid me having to look like a creep."

Clarissa grunted her discontentment and straddled to the elevator, following their valet to show them to their rooms, and Jace ensued, repressing himself from completely laughing at her and her naivety. He couldn't believe that she earnestly thought that he would let her wonder in a country where the mob was so present, especially when he had been sent by her father -his boss- to look after her in the first place.

When he was in his room, the one just next to Clarissa's, the first thing Jace did was to check if his gun was still in his suitcase. Valentine had told him that he would make sure that he would be armed in Japan, but Jace was still suspicious of the airport security. Especially since he was in a country where gun control was way more intense and looked after than in the US. But he realised that he had been worrying for nothing and that the gun was still in place, amongst his clothes.

He secured it in his pants, and wandered around his room, just to get acquainted with his surroundings. Then, he went to Clarissa's room to do the same, and check that nothing was out of the ordinary, which made the young redhead roll her eyes to the Heavens before he left to go back to his room and call his boss.

Valentine answered after the first ring, though he did not seem worried to receive a phone call from Jace: "I was wondering when you were going to call me."

"I just wanted to be in place first."

"Did she already try to get rid of you?" The older man asked, amusement clear in his voice, and Jace allowed himself to chuckle as he informed Valentine:

"She didn't like my response, but I think she got the message loud and clear that she wouldn't be able to get rid of me."

The two men laughed a little at the expense of the oblivious young girl; and then, Jace went on to more important business than the errands of a twenty years old girl: "I was thinking about that new FBI agent that has been to Idris, you should have Raphael have a background check on him. To see if we can use his past against him if it ever comes to that. And maybe get Jordan to lose him a bit and make him track dead-ends."

For years, Idris, the mob Valentine had created from scratch, had been the centre of interest of the FBI, and even the CIA. But Valentine had always played his cards well and managed to get moles to keep him in the loop. Strangely enough, people working for the government were harder to bribe than the ones working for the taxpayer. Valentine almost had the entire police of New York in his pocket, but he couldn't say the same with the FBI and the CIA.

"That is something to consider. But so far I'm not that worried. He's been assigned to a case that no one ever closed, nor ever will. I will let you sleep a little. It is late on your side of the globe, and if Clary sees that you're tired, she'll use the opportunity to sneak out on you tomorrow. I'll call you tomorrow around the same time."

Jace said his goodbyes, checking on the time and realising that it was almost two in the morning. With a heave, he let himself fall into the bed, not even taking the time to change out of his travelling clothes, or get under the covers. The only thing he did was to take the gun out of his back and put it under his pillow, within his reach.

He barely slept for four hours that night, but the cold shower he took made him alert in minutes, and he was at Clarissa's door by half past six, sure that she would try to sneak out on him. And he realised he was right when he saw her come out of her bedroom an hour later, stepping on her tiptoes, and hiccuping of surprise when she saw him waiting for her by her door.

"Gee! Don't you ever sleep?!"

Jace smirked but didn't reply anything. She glared at him, before putting her head high and announcing: "I feel like shopping and being the most touristic possible today. So we're staying here and getting to know Shibuya first hand."

Jace silently followed her, already cursing at the fact that he was stuck on a shopping day, right from the beginning. No matter what Magnus had told him, he couldn't see the bright side of that. There was nothing fun or good that could come out of shopping. Especially with a girl. Especially with a girl who had an unlimited credit card.

As they stepped out of the hotel, the sun already up in the sky, Jace couldn't help but check her out, and he had to admit, it looked like she was consistent with her plans. She was dressed to shop and didn't let his presence startle her out of her program. She was wearing a blue floating skirt that went all the way to her knees, with a plain white T-shirt who had the first two buttons up undone. Her shoes were flat and echoing the same colour as her brown belt and bag. He wondered if she had put sunscreen on the skin that was seeing the sun, and his mind briefly wandered to him helping her put on the said sunscreen.

Still, he quickly brushed away the distracting thought, staying by her side. Though he let a little distance between them to give her the illusion that she wasn't 'babysat' (still staying close enough to intervene in case it was needed).

All day long, Clarissa made them go all over the Shibuya area, marvelling at every corner and clearly loving discovering the country. Jace realised that Valentine hadn't been exaggerating when he said that his daughter was fully prepared for this trip. For what he could tell, her Japanese was perfect, and she clearly knew the customs of the country. And this annoyed Jace even more to having been put on that mission because now, he was feeling completely useless.

Even though they spent the day together, walking from place to place and going from shop to shop, Jace and Clarissa didn't exchange a lot of words. The only few times they talked was when Clarissa asked if Jace was hungry, or when she finally told him that she was getting tired and that she wanted to go back to the hotel. To which Jace gladly agreed, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that a girl could shop that much in the course in one day.

When they got back to the hotel, the young redhead had her bags sent to her room, and the two young people ate together at the hotel's restaurant. In order to not change the atmosphere they had during the whole day, neither of them spoke, both enjoying they miso soup in silence until Clarissa decided to inform Jace of her plans for the next day:

"Tomorrow I am only going to visit the Sensō-Ji Temple. I don't want to exhaust myself since I have every intention of going clubbing at night."

Jace nodded, making Clarissa narrow her eyes at him as she questioned: "You're not going to try and dissuade me from it?"

"I know you won't be able to lose me in a club. And the only instruction I have been given is to look after you. If you want to invent yourself necessary boundaries, do it."

She seemed slightly taken aback from his answer, but still ended up smiling of satisfaction as she saw that her wishes to go clubbing were going to be granted. Though Jace didn't doubt for a second that she would wait after the night at the club to inform her father of her outing.

When the waiter came to take away their bowls, Jace noticed something in the way he was looking at them that he didn't like. It was something that he noticed several times during the day, and that was making him uncomfortable. People were looking at Clarissa and him as if they were a couple. He didn't know how this image formed in people's mind, but it was clear in their eyes that the two foreigners that they were, were in a couple. And it bothered him, especially knowing that he had two weeks coming of being close to the redhead.

But just as he was wondering how he was going to resist the temptation, Clarissa gave him the perfect opportunity to do so. The waiter put in front of her tofu cubes with rice and edamame, before giving Jace his yakitori, and just as Jace was about to dig into his food, she said:

"I actually never thought that I'd ever have to eat in tête-à-tête with a murderer."

"Murderer?" Jace repeated, slightly amused by her choice of words. He knew that Valentine never really told his daughter the full extent of his main occupation, or how he made his money, but he also knew that Valentine never lied to his daughter. He would answer when she would ask, and apparently, Clarissa always made a point to avoid some major questions. Jace was sure that a part of her knew the truth, but that she would rather stay under the sweet numbing impression that her father was a simple businessman.

"I heard that you were the one who killed Uncle Hodge. Even if the police doesn't have any proof against you," She lowly whispered with an accusatory tone, but all Jace could linger on was the small word that preceded Hodge's name. That simple word allowed him to understand the Hodge had been closer to Valentine than he ever imagined if his daughter was going around calling him Uncle.

But that didn't make his amusement go away, far from it. It even made him smirk as he told the redhead: "Well, in that case, you better behave for the next couple of weeks. It's not good to play with the patience of a murderer the police can't catch."

Clarissa looked at him with big rounded green eyes as she uttered with shock: "You're not even going to try and deny it?"

"I'm not even going to comment on it. I am not here to entertain little girls' wild imaginations."

She looked at him, her mouth hanging open as one of her chopsticks fell off her hand. But after barely two seconds, the shock gleaming in her eyes was replaced by pure anger: "You're an asshat, you know that right?! I can't believe I had a thing for you!"

For a second, Jace found himself speechless, not liking hearing those words in her mouth. As long as his attraction to the petite redhead was something that was going only one way, as long as it was unsaid, he knew he would be able to fight the temptation; but now that she just admitted to him that she was attracted to him as well, Jace had to conjure all his self-control to remain impassible.

"Don't flatter yourself, you have nothing appealing for a guy to show interest in you," He retorted, showing no emotions whatsoever as he said those words.

Clarissa hiccuped, clearly hurt by his words, and after staring deep into his golden eyes, she brusquely rose from her chair and left their table with dignity, making Jace feel bad about himself. He knew he shouldn't have attacked her like that, but it was the only way he found to defend himself against the impulse of reaching out for her. For a while, he stayed seated at the table, before guilt finally took over him, and he went upstairs to her room in order to apologise.

He knocked at her door and was surprised to have it fly open within the two following seconds. Clarissa glared at him before she snapped: "Don't bother apologising, Jace. You're an asshole, you're an asshole. There's nothing to add to it."

"I didn't mean it like that," Jace defended himself, passing his hand in his golden hair, and making Clarissa snort:

"I know. It's not me, it's my Dad. Or 'don't worry, you could have any man, as long as Daddy dearest approves of him'."

Jace heaved, powerless over her words. She was right. If it wasn't for her father, he would have tried to seduce her long ago. And he knew that he wasn't the only one thinking like that. Clarissa was hot and making any man's blood circulation suddenly difficult when she was around.

She expectantly waited for him to reply something, but when it became obvious that she was right, and that he had nothing to say that would prove her wrong, she did something that Jace was not expecting her to do in a million years. She tiptoed herself and pressed her soft pink lips against his own. Jace immediately stepped back, swallowing hard the lust that she just awoken in him, and he sternly stated:

"Well, that's a very bad idea."

Clarissa stared deep into his eyes, searching his eyes before she closed the distance between them and trailed her fingers up his chest. Jace's heartbeat accelerated as he could feel her breath caressing his skin, and she whispered to him: "It's only a bad idea if you tell. Don't think I didn't see you checking me out. Let's just ... get on with it and unleash both our s****l frustration."

And just as she said those words, she kissed him, slipping her hands beneath Jace's shirt. He raised his hands to put some distance between them, but as soon as her fingers came into contact with his skin, it was as if a dam broke inside of him, and he found himself pulling her closer, instead of pushing her away.

In a matter of seconds, he had her in his arms, walking them into her room and laying her on her bed, nibbling her lower lip while his hands were firmly cupping her rear. once he was hovering over her, he didn't give her much of a choice, and he broke their kiss, only to help her out of her white shirt, revealing a lacy black bra. Then he resumed on kissing her, his right hand tightly knot in her voluminous red hair, while his left hand was winding up her thigh, getting closer and closer to her secret garden at each turn.

As he briefly brushed her sweet spot through her panties, she moaned, and he repressed a grunt for he could feel that she was already wet. He left her lips, only to leave wet kisses all the way to the junction between her neck and her shoulder, making her squirm beneath him, and buck her hips to him. And when he imprisoned the soft and delicate skin of her neck between his teeth, he pushed her panty on the side and started massaging her c******s.

He relished in hearing her exhale of pleasure, and the hand that was in her hair found its way to her firm and perky breast, to knead it through the lacy bra. And just as he was about to enter a finger in her, the realisation of who he was laying with came down to him, like a bucket of cold water. He stopped what he was doing, and got up from the bed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply through his nose.

"Don't overthink it," Clarissa said, getting on her knees on the bed so she could be at the same level as Jace. "Just for this once. We both want it. Don't think about my Dad when you have your hands under my skirt."

Jace hardly swallowed, closing his eyes once again, while keeping his hands fisted at his side. "I shouldn't be here."

"Jace, please," She pleaded, her hands on his shoulders before her lips kissed his neck. Jace remained stoic, knowing that he should leave, but not having the will to do so; and Clarissa used the opportunity to undo the buttons of his shirt, unknowingly playing with his nerves every time her fingers touched his skin.

"Please, make me feel good," She insisted, her hands going for his buckle, and once it was undone, Jace's high morale was gone, disregarded on the floor next to his shirt.

He reopened his eyes, taking Clarissa's face between his hands and looking deep into her green eyes before he passionately kissed her, laying her back on the bed. Then, he kissed his way downward, stopping at her breast to help her out of her bra and play with her breast and his tongue. Something that she seemed to appreciate since she gripped his hair and arched her back to him, vividly sucking in air through her mouth.

He removed her skirt, taking her panty with it, but just as he was about to leave her breast for her sweeter spot, a question startled him, and he stopped looking up: "You're not a virgin, are you?"

Clarissa negatively shook her head, her whole body for Jace to resume what he was doing a second earlier, and he happily complied, dipping his head between her thighs and tasting her sweet bud. He heard her repress a small scream that turned into a moan once he put a finger in her. He added another finger, relishing on how wet she was for him, and nibbling her sweet spot. As her breath started to be more and more rare, Jace accelerated his movements, until he felt her inner walls quiver around his fingers and Clarissa released a loud:

"God, Jace!"

With gentleness, Jace slowed down his motions, until he felt that she was down her high; and then he slowly kissed his way back up. When he was about to kiss her again, Clarissa reached down to get rid of his trousers and boxers, but even though Jace let her undress him, he stopped her from going further. Instead, he got off the bed, reaching for his trousers under Clarissa's worried gaze, and he took a condom out his wallet.

Once on, he climbed back into bed and took her hands when she tried to get acquainted with his member, steadying them above her head. Slowly, his other hand guided manhood toward her entrance, going in with as much delicateness as possible. Jace had always known that Mother Nature had been very generous to him, and more than once, it had made him have to restrain himself whilst being with a woman. But he always took it as a blessing, because he always felt that it made him more aware and sensitive of the woman's needs in bed.

But to his surprise, he kept going and going inside of Clarissa, until he was fully in. Once fully in, he gave her time to adjust to his size, and then started thrusting, letting go of her hand only to cup her face. She had her eyes closed, panting and moving to the rhythm of Jace's own hips.

"Open your eyes for me, Clarissa. I want to see your eyes when you come for me," He told her, in a tone more demanding than he was expecting, but still she did it.

Knowing that he would soon reach his climax, Jace reached for her legs and threw them above his shoulders, keeping his eyes on her green emeralds until she rolled them backwards, screaming his name and taking him with her on cloud nine.

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