Highly Addictive

[zandersmith]

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer:

I own nothing related to or affiliated with Disney, ABC Daytime, or General Hospital. Characters are not mine; they are merely being borrowed.

Summarry: While trying to take down North America's biggest druglord, undercover cop Jason Morgan, will find a weakness in someone he never expected. The drug dealer's teenage daughter, Elizabeth Zacchara. Will he stay true to his profession or will he let himself fall for the girl who has taken over his whole world?
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Chapter One: The Assignment

"You wanted to see me, Sir?" Twenty-four year old Jason Morgan asked as he entered his superior's office. Tons of pictures and plaques adorned the wood panelled walls of the office which smelled vaguely of cigar smoke and hard liquor.

Captain Michael "Sonny" Corinthos, a dark haired man, sat behind the dark mahogoney desk. "Take a seat, Jason." he commanded in a gruff voice.

Sitting down on one of the two patted chairs across from the older man, Jason nervously drummed his fingers against his knees. "Do you like working undercover on the streets?" the captain asked, leaning back in his chair and resting his folded hands behind his head.

Stroking his slightly stubbled chin, Jason responded, "It can get a little dirty sometimes, but I love it, you know, it's my job."

"How would you feel about going undercover for a prolonged period of time?" Sonny asked. He saw the confused look Jason was giving him and he continued, "For about a month now we have been surveilling Anthony Zacchara..."

"The cocaine dealer?" Jason asked.

The older man nodded and went on, "As of right now, he controls seventy-five percent of the cocaine trafficing in North America. Undercover agent, Owen Hernandez, is in with Zacchara right now but he could really use some help." Jason watched as Captain Corinthos leaned foward and scribbled something down on a Post-it. "Now if you accept this offer you won't be paid as a regular cop. Here's the amount, tax free." he said, handing the folded piece of paper to the younger man.

Looking down at the amount scrawled on the paper, Jason's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he noticed the six figure digit. "What do I have to do?" he asked, shoving the scrap piece of paper in his pocket.
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"How long will you be gone?" Courtney asked, leaning up against the doorjam as she watched her boyfriend stuffing clothes into a suitcase.

"I don't know", Jason replied, struggling to get his overstuffed piece of luggage closed.

"Where will you be?" she prodded, growing more annoyed.

"I don't know", he repeated, checking to make sure he had his boarding pass for the plane and the credit cards that Sonny had given him.

"Well, will I be able to call you?" she all but whined, folding her arms across her chest.

"Probably not", he told her honestly, shoving his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans and slipping on his dark brown military style jacket.

"What are we supposed to do, Jason?"she asked, a frustrated tone in her voice.

With his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, Jason came to stand in front of Courtney. "I don't know, but you shouldn't wait for me. I'm not sure when I'll be back and that isn't fair to you. Alright?" he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders. She answered him by closing her eyes and looking away. He kissed her forehead softly before brushing past her and heading for the door.
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Readjusting the shoulder strap of his duffel bag, Jason walked out of the automatic sliding doors at JFK International Airport. He stopped when he reached the sidewalk, looking around at all the taxis swerving in and out of traffic and family members greeting loved ones. Suddenly an instinctive shiver ran down his spine and the tiny hairs on the back of his neck rose to attention.
Looking to the right, Jason noticed two burly men, one short, one tall, dressed in expensive suits, standing in front of a black Lincoln towncar with black tinted windows. He looked around apprehensively before approaching the suspicious figures.

"You Jason Morgan?" the shorter one asked in a gruff voice.

"Yeah", he answered warily, looking from one man to the other.

The taller one took Jason by the arm and shoved him up against the car while the other took the liberty of rumaging through his bag. The one that had Jason pinned to the car started to pat him down and check the pockets of his jacket. He felt the man's hand venture into the pockets of his jeans and he jumped slightly. "Whoa buddy, if you wanna go down that road your gonna have to buy me dinner first." Jason joked and received a fierce shove harder into the car.

"He's clean", the shorter man said, dropping his duffel bag to the ground.

The tall man pulled Jason off the car and opened the door, "Get in", he demanded.

Straightening his jacket and grabbing his duffel bag, Jason obliged the goon and got into the car. The other two men got in as well and the car sped away.
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Coming to a screeching halt, the towncar arrived at Anthony Zaccharas' property in the Hamptons. The house was enormous, it had to be at least thirty thousand square feet. The landscape was absolutely flawless, perfectly trimmed shrubbery lined the horse-shoe shaped gravel driveway. The plot of land that this beautiful estate was sprawled across had to be at least seven acres.

Jason was torn from his thoughts as a tall, dark, muscular man knocked on his car window. The man opened the door and Jason stepped out, "Thanks...", Jason started then realized he didn't know the other man's name.

"I'm Owen", he said and extended his hand. The name registered in Jason's head as he accepted the outstretched hand. Owen shook his hand firmly and gave him a small nod of affrimation. "Come on, man, Anthony can't wait to meet you." he winked, patting the other man on the back.
Owen helped Jason gather the luggage from the trunk and headed inside.

Feeling a sheet of nervous sweat break out over his whole body, Jason wiped his palms on the leg of his pants before reaching for the doorknob. He was just about to open the door when he heard a deep voice from behind him. "Just go on, man, you're gonna have to get it over with." Owen encouraged, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

Nodding, Jason put on a brave face and finally opened the door. The conference room that greeted him was at least forty-five feet long with a long conference table surrounded by severeal black high-backed chairs in the center. At the head of the table sat an older bald headed man, his thin lips curved up into a menacing smirk.

Anthony Zacchara, Jason thought to himself. The man in front of him didn't look like the kind of guy to run a multi-billion dollar drug ring, he didn't even look like he could squash a bug. What they say is right, looks can be deceiving.

Removing his feet from the table, Anthony spoke, "You must be Jason. Have a seat, son." he said, motioning to the chair adjacent to him. Jason did what he was told and sat down in the designated chair, still very cautious to the situation.

Scooting his chair closer to the table, Jason stroked his heavily stubbled chin. "Tell me, Jason, how did you meet Owen here?" he asked, motioning to the man standing near the door.

Sparing Owen a quick glance, Jason turned his attention back to Anthony and answered, "Well, I used to buy from him when I was young and I just recently found myself in a bind. I was talking to him and he said this was a good way to earn some extra cash."

Anthony nodded his head and took a pocket knife out of the breast pocket of his suit jacket. Jason had to do everything in his power to control his wild heartbeat as he saw the sharp metal reflect the light. "As far as explanations go, that's pretty solid." the older man said, plopping a kilo of cocaine on the table top.
He shoved the knife into the package, the pointy tip breaking through the clear plastic casing with a pop. He withdrew the knife so that some of the white powder remained on the tip and offered it to Jason.

Clearing his throat, Jason looked from the drug to the man thats was offering it to him. "With all due respect, Sir, I'm hear to sell it, not used it."

"Gotta respect that. You a straight edge?"

"No, it's just a hard habit to kick, especially the second time around." Anthony looked surprisingly at the younger man and Jason continued, "Four years in November."

"Very impressive." Anthony praised with a nod of his head, bringing the knife to his nose and inhaling the dangerous substance. "Well, here's the thing, Jason", he started, rubbing his red nose, "You won't be selling anything anytime soon."

Somewhat taken aback, Jason leaned foward slightly to make sure he was hearing correctly. "What do you mean?"

Letting out a little laugh, Anthony looked at the younger man in front of him. "You're the new kid, Jase, you can't expect to just waltz in here and go out on a deal your first day. You have to
earn your way up the ladder of success, earn my respect."

"How would I go about doing that?"

"Usually the guys that come to work for me start in positions that are less compromising but of the same importance. Like something in the protection department."

Knitting his eyebrows together in confusion, Jason tried to wrap his head around what his new boss was telling him. "So what, am I going to be your bodyguard?"

"Oh no, not mine. My daughter, Elizabeth's."

"Your daughter? Wha-" Jason was interrupted by the ringing of Anthony's cell phone.

Looking at the caller ID, Anthony said, "You know what, Jase, this is a really important call. Owen will show you to your room and I'll talk to you later."

Before Jason even had a chance to reply, Anthony was wrapped up in a conversation with the man on the other end of the phone. Jason turned to Owen for an explanation and all he could do was give him a sympathetic smile.

Shortly after leaving the conference room, Jason pulled Owen into one of the many offices on that floor. "Tell me, Owen, how am I supposed to take this guy down when I'm not even involved in his operations?" Jason whispered harshly. Owen just stayed quiet and smiled at Jason's worrying. "What on earth are you smiling about?"

Grabbing the younger man's shoulders, Owen made Jason look at him, "You've got to be patient, man. Work your way up and eventually you'll get close enough to get the job done."

Running his hands through his Sandy blond hair, Jason's eyes widened as he tried to explain his frustrations to the other man. "Owen, I'm a detective. I have too much experience to be
babysitting some metal-mouthed, pimply bra..."

Jason was interrupted as the door to the office opened. There, standing in the doorway was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had beautiful big blue eyes and naturally wavy dark brown hair that was pulled up into a messy bun. Her white ribbed tank top rode up slightly revealing the sun-kissed skin of her stomach and a pair of PINK brand shorts hugged the curves of her backside and thighs. She held her cold water bottle to her upper chest which glistened with a thin sheet of sweat.

"Oh hey, Owen, sorry, I was just looking for my dad." she said, securing the cap to her water bottle.

"It's alright, Bub. I wanted you to meet someone anyway." Owen explained and she walked further into the room. "Jason, I'd like you to meet Elizabeth", he paused for a moment, waiting for the other man to register that the beauty in front of him was going to be the person that he was going to be in charge of. "Anthony's daughther." He turned his attention to the young woman at his side. "Hay, this is Jason, he's gonna be your new bodyguard."

The realization crossed her pretty features and she approached Jason with a smile that could knock the air out of his lungs. "Hi Jason, it's so nice to meet you." she greeted, offering her hand.

"You too", was all Jason returned, encasing her small hand in his own. Right away he noticed how perfectly her hand fit in his. He smiled at her as their hands dropped. She just smiled back at him, unsure why he kept staring at her.

Clearing her throat, she looked at Owen. "I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll see you guys later."she said, patting Owen's forearm and giving Jason a small wave.

He watched her as she walked out of the room, loving the way her hips swayed from side to side as she walked. It seemed the smile would never disappear from his face when he remember that he would get to see this amazingly beautiful girl everyday he was here.

This was going to be interesting.

[zandersmith]

Chapter 2: Ice Cream or Ice breaker?

Dropping his duffel bag onto the floor, Jason looked around the room that was provided for him on Anthony's estate. It was about the size of a normal hotel room including an en suite bathroom. Inside the room was a queen-sized bed, a dresser, a television, and a small table with two chairs.

Unzipping his duffel bag, Jason took out the contents and placed them in the drawers of the dresser. He placed his toiletries in the bathroom and hung up his jacket in the closet before tossing the empty duffel bag onto the bottom of the closet and closing the slidding door.

He stripped himself of his clothes save his boxer briefs and threw on a pair of plaid pajama pants. Turning down the covers, he climbed into bed and turned off the bedside lamp. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep but his thoughts were consumed with the young beauty that came into his life earlier that afternoon.
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"You don't even know, Emily, this guy is gorgeous." Elizabeth explained, flopping back onto her king-sized bed, holding her iPhone to her ear.

"Hold on, rewind, so Papa Zacchara hired this extremely hot man and placed him in charge of you?" Emily asked, holding the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she blew on her newly painted nails.

"He was kinda quiet though, when Owen introduced him to me he barely said two words." The brown-haired girl said, picking at the thread of her comforter.

"Mmm, Owen, now that's my type of man." The brunette said, licking her lips.

"Em, can you focus for like two seconds, please?"

"Okay, sorry, your daddy hired quiet McHottie to be your bodyguard. Oh my God! I'm gonna totally call him hot BG." Emily delcared, clapping her hands excitedly.

"Hot BG?" Elizabeth questioned with a slight smile on her face.

"Bodyguard, hello? You and this Jason person can have a whirlwind romance just like Kevin Costner and Whitey Houston. I mean, you have the voice for it but if you start going around blabbing 'Crack is whack'. Well, let's just say that passes the friendship craziness quotient." The brunette rambled.

Chuckling at her friend's antics, Elizabeth glanced over at the clock and noticed it was almost midnight. "Well, Em, I'm gonna go. I'll see you in school tomorrow."

"Alright, babycakes, talk to you later." With that, Elizabeth pressed the red end button on the touch screen of her phone.

Sighing, Elizabeth stared straight at the ceiling. Her mind kept running through everything that happened that day, but kept returning to the blond-haired, blue-eyed man she had encountered that afternoon. She closed her eyes and tried in vain to fall asleep.
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The floor tiles felt cold against the bottom of his feet as he entered the kitchen. The room was completely dark other than the light emitting from the open stainless steel refridgerator. He looked around and even in the dark, Jason could tell that the kitchen was beautiful. It was decked out with stainless steel appliances and black marble countertops and floors.

The refridgerator door closed and standing there was Elizabeth, in nothing but a pair of boy shorts and a fitted cami. Jason felt his breath hitch in his throat as he stood there, looking at her. She was holding a carton of chocolate ice cream in one hand, the other was running through her unruly hair and he thought that she couldn't look any more beautiful if she tried.

Running her hand through her wavy locks, Elizabeth laughed nervously, "I guess you caught me." She inhaled a deep breath as she took in the beautiful sight before her. Her eyes raked over his broad shoulders, the wide plains of his chest, the firm muscles underneath the tan skin of his stomach, even the fine trail of hair starting at his belly button and disappearing underneath his pajama pants.

Elizabeth caught herself staring and shook her head slightly, releasing a pent up breath she didn't even realize she was holding. She busied herself with rummaging through the silverware drawer looking for spoons. Catching two in her grasp, she offered him one, "Would, I mean, d-do you wanna join me?"

Noticing Elizabeth's slight stuttering, Jason let a small smile grace his face. "I'd be happy to." he said, reaching out to grab the spoon. They both let out a small, inaudible gasp at the jolt of electricty that ran through them as his hand grazed hers.

Clearing her throat, she sat down on a stool that was positioned next to the island. He watched her as she removed the top to the carton and place it down on the counter. He found himself biting down on the inside of his cheek as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking off some of the sticky treat that got on them.

"You can sit down, you know", she said, breaking into his thoughts. She pulled out the stool next to her and patted the seat.

Trying his best to contain himself, Jason nodded and cleared his throat, approaching the offered stool. He sat down and dug his spoon into the frozen dessert.

"So, what's your story, anyway?" Elizabeth asked with a mouth full of ice cream.

"What do you mean?" he questioned, looking at her while taking a bite of ice cream for himself.

"Come on, someone who ends up working for a drug dealer has to have a screwed up past, right?" Jason stopped mid-swallow and looked at her somewhat shocked. "What? Do you seriously think that I'm that naive to think that this huge house and all my designer clothes are a product of my father's hard work? And by hard work I mean having a 'business' meeting once a month and lounging around by the pool the rest of the time. Everyone knows that I know what my dad does, it's kinda like an unspoken truth around here."

Nodding his understandment, Jason looked down at his spoon which was stabbing at the ice cream before looking back up at her. "And you're okay with what he does?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Elizabeth looked down, twirling her spoon around in the ice cream. "I don't know. I mean, ever since my mom died it's always been me and him. He's my dad and I love him and I would support him no matter what, but sometimes I wish he had a less hazardous job." Looking up, she gave him a smile. "Nice job of changing the subject, Mr. Bodyguard. You never answered my question. How did you end up here?"

Scratching his nose with his thumb, he tried his best to conjure up a story as fast as possible. Damn, he knew he should have thought of a solid story before he came here. "Well, my old man left when I was still a baby and to make ends meet my mom started walking the streets. When I was fifteen, she got heavily involved in crystal meth and I had to start taking care of myself so I started selling. And I lived happily ever after." He finished, giving her a fake cheeky grin.

Pushing him away by his face playfully, Elizabeth laughed, "Wow! Nice way of putting it there, Jase."

Letting out a small chuckle, Jason took another bite of ice cream. "So Miss Zaccahara, tell me about this bodyguard position that I am so graciously filling."

"Well, you have the pleasure of following me around all day and night." she teased. A pleasure indeed, he thought with a smile. "You see the last tool that was my babysitter drove me insane, he was kinda a pervert too, now that I think of it."

"How long did you have him as a bodyguard?"

"Well I got him the week before my sixteenth birthday, so I would say a little over a year." Doing the quick math in his head, Jason almost choked on his ice cream.

Coughing slightly, he cleared his throat, "That would make you seventeen?"

"Very good, you must have been a mathmatician in a previous life." she joked, rolling her eyes.

"I'm sorry", he said, shaking his head with a smile on his face, "You just don't look seventeen."

"Well, I am very mature for my age." she said, bringing her spoon to her lips to take some ice cream into her mouth.

Jason couldn't help but laugh when Elizabeth removed the spoon from her mouth and there, in the corner of her lips, was a small brown splotch. "What?" she asked, confused as he continued smiling at her.

He pointed at her lips, "You got a little someth-"

"Where?" she asked hurriedly, wiping at the wrong side of her mouth.

"No, here, I got it." He said, bringing his hand up to her face and gently swiping his thumb across the little indent at the corner of her lips, getting rid of the excess ice cream.
Looking up from her lips to her eyes, Jason suddenly realized how close he was to her. His face couldn't have been more than six inches away from hers. His eyes scanned over her features and he couldn't help but notice she was even more beautiful up close. She had the cutest little birthmark on the left side of her jaw which he never noticed before and her nostrils flared slightly everytime she took a breath. He felt his own breath catch in his throat when he saw the way she was chewing nervously on her bottom lip.

Elizabeth felt a slight blush creep up her chest and make its way onto her cheeks. She tried to look away but this man was staring at her with such an intense gaze that she was finding it quite impossible. Her eyes met his and she felt like the air was knocked from her lungs. They were the most amazing color blue she had ever seen. They weren't like the dark blue that most 'dreamy' boys had, they were a light, greyish, intense blue that had her completely mesmerized.

His hand had fallen to the cover hers on the counter and the movement of his thumb running across her knuckles brought her back to reality.

Clearing her throat, Elizabeth got up from the stool and put the rest of the ice cream back into the freezer, hoping that the cold rush of air would help her cool down. She could feel his eyes boring into her back as she bent over to place the spoons in the dishwasher.

Coming to standing in front of Jason, she placed a hand on his shoulder, "Goodnight, Jase."

"Goodnight, Lizzie", he whispered with a smile and she felt her heart skip a beat at the nickname he used.

She smiled back at him then turned around and headed for the stairs. He watched the way her hips swayed as she walked and the fact that her ass was almost busting out of her boy shorts. He was going to have to make sure the cold water worked in his new shower, he had a feeling he would be needing it alot in the following months.

[jovanliasonaddek]

Okay I am loving this but I thought Liz was a Zacharia since Sonny was Jason boss at the agency I can't wait for more

[zandersmith]

Chapter 3: Secret touches and Sexy dresses
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One Month Later...

"Come on, put your hot little but in gear, Mr. Bodyguard, and let's get this show on the road. We have six hours and counting until Dior closes." Emily huffed, jumping into the backseat of the black Escalade. Elizabeth, who was sitting the in the front seat, laughed and rolled her eyes at her best friend's antics.

"Hello to you too, Emily." Jason said, giving her a friendly smile through the rear view mirror.

"No time to get cheeky, BG, we need to get a dress for Papa Zacchara gala which is in less
than a month. So come one, chip chop chip." the brunette informed, clapping her hands.

Shaking his head, Jason laughed and put the SUV in gear, heading towards Manhattan. "With all due respect, Lizzie, I've never heard of a drug dealer holding a gala before." he said, getting on the highway.

Letting out a little chuckle, Elizabeth answered, "Well, most of them don't, but my dad doesn't only sell drugs, he also sells a tyoe of microprocessors. He has alot of prestigious customers so he has a gala once a year to bring them all together."

"Gotcha", Jason smiled over at Elizabeth, sending a wink her way. She smiled back and looked down at her lap as a blush creeped onto her cheeks. Over the past month, the two have grown closer. He had been the best bodyguard and the best male friend he had ever had. Even after all that time, spending every day together, he could still make her blush.

"Just kiss already", Emily muttered under her breath, not going unnoticed by the two people occupying the front seats. Nathan let a small smile pull at the corner of his lips and Haley's blush turned a deeper hue of pink.
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Hopping out of a dressing room, Emily tried desperately to slip on one of her flats. "Code red, Bitch-toria just called. She said my Jimmy Choo's were delivered, but they're the wrong size. I have to go and fix this mess." She said, giving Elizabeth a quick kiss on the cheek while typing furiously on her Blackberry.

The three of them were inside the Dior boutique on Fifth Avenue, the two girls searching endlessly for dresses. Elizabeth watched as Emily ran out onto the sidewalk and hailed a cab. "Jesus, now how am I supposed to get out of this frock?", she asked, sighing as she dropping the dress' poofy skirt she was holding up.

Walking into the dressing room, she left the door open behind her. She looked into the mirror and saw Jason's reflection. He was sitting in a chair in the waiting area outside the line of dressing rooms. His eyes found hers in the mirror and he stood up from the chair and walked up behind her. "Here, I'll do it", he said softly, grasping the tiny zipper in between his thumb and forefinger.

With one hand placed on her bare shoulder, Jason lowered the zipper with the other. His eyes were fixed on the tiny metal teeth separating and revealing more and more of the smooth skin of her back. His fingers itched to touch it, feel her muscles flex under the soft tanned skin. He found himself wondering if she would mind if he just leaned in and placed the softest kiss...

Her eyes followed his movements in the mirror. She felt the cool air hit the skin of her back as he lowered the zipper. She started to feel her knees weaken as she watched the way his eyes were gazing at her back. Her eyelids started to feel heavy and she gave in, letting them fall closed.

Suddenly, Elizabeth felt his fingertips slip under the material of the dress to stroke the warm skin of her back. "Jason...", she gasped softly, keeping her eyes shut. She brought her hand up to clench the fabric covering her stomach into a fist. Jolts of pleasure shot through her body, going her most sensitive areas.

Jason felt her muscles twitch under his touch. He had to do everything in his power not to bend his head down and suck on the supple skin of her neck. His eyes gazed into the mirror and was greeted with the most amazing thing he had ever seen.

Elizabeth was standing there, her eyes screwed shut, her plump bottom lip secured between her teeth. He was positive that if her eyes were open that they would be rolled back into her head. If she reacted like this when he simply touched her, he wondered what she would be like in bed.

With that thought running through his head, Jason looked down and saw the raging hard-on that was growing inside his pants. He cursed himself and removed his hands from Elizabeth's skin.

Feeling the loss of his touch, she opened her lust ladden eyes. The sexual haze that hung in the air soon disapated and she saw Jason run a hand over his face and say, "I should call your dad and tell him we're still here." With that, he left her alone with her thoughts.

Shutting the door, Elizabeth sat down on the small padded bench in the dressing room and struggled to catch her breath. She brought one hand to rest on her upper stomach while the other gripped the edge of the bench. If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that she had just experienced her first orgasm. If his fingers were that good, she couldn't even begin to fathom was his mouth would be like.

Running his hands over his face in a distressed manner, Jason sighed loudly. Did he really just do that? Did he really make a move on his boss daughter? The daughter of the biggest druglord in North America. He sighed again and looked down the evidence of his actions haunting him. There was still an obvious tent pitched in his pants.

Leaning his head against the back of the chair, he inhaled and released a large breath, trying to calm himself down. Noticing that that didn't work, he tried a different method. Hilary Clinton naked on a cold day, Hilary Clinton naked on a cold day, he kept thinking to himself. That did it, that cooled him off. He started to she the shape of his pants return to normal.

Hearing the door to the dressing room creak open, Jason looked up and was met with a sight that was enough to make him hard again. Standing there, was Elizabeth wearing the hottest dress he had ever seen.

The dress was a deep emerald green and clung to her every curve. The bust of the dress pushed up her breasts so much that it seemed that they might spill out of the bodice. The slit went up all the way to her upper thigh. "What do you think?" she asked shyly, turning around slowly so he could get a view of the back of the dress.

Jason had to clear his throat to surpress the groan that threatened to escape his lips. In his opinion, the back of the dress was the best part. The material plunged so low that it stopped just above the curve of her ass.

Every muscle in her back was exposed and Jason thought he might swallow his tongue. He wanted to, as he had done before, trace his fingertips along the smooth skin covering her shoulder blades and even kiss the little dimples on her lower back just above her backside. He noticed a small birthmark just above one of her dimples and found himself wondering if she would tremble if he kissed it.

"So?" she asked, turning back around to face him while fixing the shoulder straps.

Clearing his throat, Jason blinked a couple of times. "That's some dress." he said lowly.

Elizabeth felt a small shiver run down her spine at the tone of his voice. She had no idea how she would be able to compose herself around him after was happened that day and she wasn't sure if she wanted to.

[cake1987]

I am loving this cant wait for more, I hope Jason and Elizabeth kiss real soon that way they can get to the other good stuff

[zandersmith]

Thank you so much for all the great comments hope you enjoy this next chapter
~Brandon~

Chapter 4: Hungry for your touch

One month later...

Straightening his suit jacket, Jason looked around at the gala that was in full swing. A large grand staircase led down to the hundreds of people gathering in the lavish ballroom. Marble stretched out across the floor of the seven hundred square foot space. The big band that included a singer was to the left of the designated dancing area and the numerous round, elegantly decorated dining tables were to the right. If he didn't know any better, he never would've thought that this fancy of a party could be held by a drug dealer.

Suddenly, the band came alive and soft, graceful music filled the air. All of the guests turned their attention to the grand staircase where Anthony Zacchara stood with his daughter on his arm. Everyone was transfixed by the young beauty in the emerald dress, everyone including Jason. He felt as if the air had been knocked from his body as he watched the object of his desire glide down the stairs. Her dark blue eyes glimmered like the diamond drenched necklace that hung gracefully around her neck. The front of her light brown hair was elegantly pulled back while the rest cascaded down her shoulders in natural waves.

Looking around at everyone, a warm smile spread across Elizabeth's face, her way of letting everyone know that they were welcome. Her eyes stopped their scan of the group of guests when they landed on the one person she had not been able to stop thinking about over the past month. He just stood there, in his crisp all black Armani suit, and stared at her. His hands were in the pockets of his dress pants and his lips were curved up into a small smile. She smiled sincerely at him and swallowed the lump in her throat, continuing to look around the room.

Lost in his own world, Jason jumped slightly when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Owen standing behind him in a classic black and white tuxedo. "Hey man, we're short a couple of guys and we have to move a big load so I was wondering if you would help...?" the bigger man asked, hoping that the other would agree.

"Uh, yeah, sure", Jason said somewhat reluctantly. Sparing a glance back at Elizabeth, he following Owen as he lead the both of them out of the room.

Squinting her eyes slightly, Elizabeth struggled to find Jason in the crowd. She finally spotted his gorgeous blond head of hair trailing Owen out of the ballroom. Silently telling herself that it was nothing to worry about, she quietly cleared her throat and continued to look around at all the guests.

There were at least ten of Anthony's "workers" out in the back of his mansion loading the trailer of an eighteen wheeler with several hundred kilos of cocaine.

"How you liking the new job so far?" Tony asked, tossing a couple of air tight packed kilos into the back of the truck. Tony looked like the stereotypical Italian mobster. He was middle-aged, had a beer belly and wore several gold chains around his neck. His dark hair was slicked back and the hair on his chest was peeking out from under the wife beater he was wearing.

"No complaints", Jason replied, taking off his suit jacket and slinging it over a nearby crate. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt before helping the several men tranfer the bricks of cocaine from the storage area to the large truck.

"It seems like you guys are getting pretty close." The older man said, bending down to pick up another stack of bricks. Jason just shrugged, not sure how to respond to his assumption. Letting out a raspy and not at all sincere laugh, Tony continued, "Hey, I don't blame you. She has turned into one fine piece of ass..."

"Woah", Jason said, shoving his hand against Tony's chest. He shook his head, silently telling the older man that his remark was way out of line.

Tony shook his head and laughed, continuing to load the packages of drugs into the tractor trailer. "Yo, man, all I'm trying to say is you shouldn't get too attached. When Anthony sees someone getting remotely closed to attached to his baby girl, he has them 'taken care of', if you catch my drift."

Coming to the conclusion that the other men could take care of the remaining kilos, Jason started to unroll his sleeves and fasten the cufflinks. "I should really get back inside", he said, slipping on his suit jacket and heading around front to go back in the house.
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Walking back into the ballroom, Jason let his eyes scan over the crowd, looking for that one particular person. He felt his heartskip a beat when he found her. She was standing at the bar laughing with Emily, sipping a flute of champagne.

Navigating his way through the mass of people, he finally reached the two teenagers. Emily was the first one to see him and her bright hazel eyes lit up as she did so. "Hey, Hot BG", she said cheerily, causing Elizabeth, who had her back to him, to almost choke on the sip of champagne that was in her mouth.

"Hi, Emily", Jason said, leaning in to lay a friendly kiss on her cheek. "You look beautiful."

"You don't look completely unfortunate either." The brunette joked, flattening his lapel.

He chuckled and turned his attention to Elizabeth. "Hey Elizabeth", he greeted, his voice a great deal softer than before.

"Hi", she responded, equally as soft.

A slightly awkward silence fell over them and Emily took the hint, "Well, it's time for me ot go elsewhere." she said, downing her champagne before turning away from the bar. "Now, where's that hunky piece of man also known as Owen?" she muttered to herself before venturing off into the crowd. Jason and Elizabeth both laughed lightly as they watched Emily walk away from them. Their eyes fell on each other and they grew silent.

Noticing a blotch of white powder on the stomach of Jason's suit jacket, Elizabeth leaned foward, "You've got a little something..." She said wiping it off, her hands running over the soft fabric. She tried to ignore the chill that ran down her spine that the feel of his hard muscles under her fingertips.

"Oh, thanks", He said, clearing his throat as he looked down at her dainty hands running along his suit jacket.

Looking up from her hands back to Jason, she found him looking at her with raw emotions swirling in his eyes. She felt him lightly grab her hand, his slightly calloused fingers brushing against her smooth palm. He held it for a minute before speaking, "Would you like to dance with me?"

Not trusting her own voice, Elizabeth simply nodded and Jason let a genuine smile stretch across his face. With her hand still in his, he navigated her through the crowd of people to the middle of the dance floor.

Once they were in the center of the crowd of people, Elizabeth tentively placed her right hand in Jason's left, her left one gently on his shoulder. He placed his other hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer so she was flush against his body. She had to use all her strength not to moan when she felt his warm fingertips connect with the smooth skin of her lower back.
The soft chords of Unchained Melody filled the ballroom as everyone started to move along to the music. Jason and Elizabeth's bodies moved as one as she stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes. She felt the air escape her lungs at the lopsided smile he was giving her. On its own accord, her hand that was resting in his hand slid its way up his arm to naturally wrap around his neck with the other one.

Taking in a large breath, Jason relved in the feeling of Elizabeth's nails lightly scraping against the back of his neck. He unconsciously pulled her closer so he could feel their hips swaying in time with the music. His hands travelled slightly south, they were still on her lower back, but his fingertips were hovering over the swell of her ass. She leaned in closer and moved her head so it was resting on his shoulder, her face in the crook of his neck.

He had to do everything in his power not to clench his hands as he felt her breath against his neck in short, warm spurts. Her hands moved over his shoulders, down to land on the flat planes of his chest. She started to hum the melody and he began to feel the vibrations from her throat shoot through his whole body. He let his eyelids drift close as he laid his head on hers, their bodies still moving to the music.

Suddenly a feeling that someone was watching them surged through Jason's body. He opened his eyes to find Owen looking at them with a disapproving look marring his handsome features. Pulling away from Elizabeth slightly, Jason looked down at the beauty who was opening her eyes as if she had been awoken from a deep sleep. He leaned foward so his lips were right by her ear, "Meet me at the gazebo", he whipered, before backing away from her completely and made his way through the crowd.
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Walking on the path through the garden, Elizabeth saw her destination in the distance. The garden was dark except for the strings of white lights that wrapped around the posts of the gazebo. She could make out his tall silhouette standing in the center of the circle that was surrounded by tiny lights.

Reaching the gazebo, Elizabeth took a deep breath before lifting up the train of the dress and tentively walking up the few wooden steps that would lead her to Jason. She felt the palms of her hands start to become sweaty with anticipation and she wiped them on the silk fabric of her dress.

Hearing the clicking of high heels on the wooden floor, Jason turned around to see the object of his affection. Her skin glowed in the soft light surrounding them and her brown eyes twinkled as she looked down at her feet. He noticed that her eyebrows were knitted together and she was chewing on her bottom lip and he immediately knew she was nervous.

Elizabeth lifted her head and met his eyes, instantly forgot any insecurities that might have been ailling her. Taking a step towards her, Jason brought his hand up to rest on her cheek. His thumb found her bottom lip and he gently removed it from in between her teeth. He looked up from her lips to her eyes and felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. She was looking at him with an emotion that couldn't even be explained in words.

Bringing his other hand up so now both his hands rested on her cheeks, Jason slowly leaned foward as if moving up on a spooked horse. He softly caught her top lip between both of his, his bottom one between both of hers. He stayed in that position for a little while, not wanting to move too fast and push her away.

Suddenly, he felt her teeth scrape along the sensitive tissue of the inside of his lower lip. When she began to suck on it, he lost all control and moved his hands down her neck to her shoulders, squeezing them tenderly while simultaneously pulling her closer. He slanted his mouth of hers and waited for her to respond.

And she did, letting her tongue slip in between his lips. He moaned quietly into her mouth and moved his hands back up to her cheeks. Her hands wrapped around his middle and her fingers gripped the muscles of his lower back as he gently ran his teeth over her tongue.
Jason trailed his fingertips down the chords of her throat so his hands could rest on the side of her neck. He stroked the shell of her ear with his thumb as he pulled away, laying little kisses on her lips. Opening his eyes, he smiled down at her when he noticed her eyes were still dreamily closed.

Gently pulling her closer, Jason laid the softest of kisses on one of her closed eyelids. He heard her gasp quietly and he smiled, moving to kiss the other one. She inhaled a shaky breath as he dragged his lips down her cheek to reconnect with her mouth.

When she felt his lips close around hers again, Elizabeth ran her hands up his stomach and chest to wrap around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly against his body as she threaded her fingers through his short blond hair.

The two new lovers were so wrapped up in each other they didn't realize the pair of brown eyes watching them from across the garden.

[cake1987]

YAY we got the kiss. You are doing a great job cant wait for the next chapter.

[lj2]

love this story

[Babytraveler]

Update soon