“I am going to fire you.”
“No, you’re not, because then you would have to do Errol. You hate doing Errol, I don’t. We are a team now.”
The sneaky woman was right, but Beth wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easy. She was going to give her hell, but a hand sliding across her stomach, pulling her backwards against a swaying body stopped her.
“Can I cut in?”
“Please do before she busts my ass.” With a wave of her fingers, she went back to the table, now with several men keeping it warm.
“Miss me?”
“No.”
“I missed you.” Razer buried his face in her neck, pulling her closer to his hips. Beth could feel the thickening cock in his pants pressed against her ass.
“I want to go back to the table.”
“Later.”
“But…”
“I want to dance with you for a while. Then I will get us both a drink.”
Razer was seductive, moving his body against hers. Guiding her sinuously against his as the others danced around them. His thigh slid between hers, moving back and forth against the crotch of her jeans. Beth wanted to push away from him, but couldn’t find the will power. A small moan escaped her lips as he began to rub faster as the music changed to a faster beat. His hand on her stomach slid under her top, coming to a rest underneath her breast. His thumb reached up to stroke the curve of her breast.
Sanity returned with a rush. The reminder of his position within the club; his sexual involvement with the women repulsed Beth. His participation as an original member could not be forgotten and she felt disgust for herself because she was still attracted to him.
Jerking away from his touch, Beth was determined to go back to the table, get her keys, and leave.
“Let’s get that drink.” Razer didn’t let her run. Taking her arm he pulled her to the bar counter, sitting on one of the tall stools, he maneuvered Beth to stand between his legs. He swiveled the stool seat so that Beth was effectively trapped between him and the counter. Beth tried to struggle away.
“Not tonight Beth. You know it all now. I am not hiding anything from you. Be brave and hang for a while. I know this blows your little protected world to smithereens and the only sexual positions you have probably tried is missionary.” Razer laughed in her angry face. “Beth there is a whole world out there for you to experience.”
“Don’t laugh at me.” Furious at his amusement at her expense, she pushed at the hard thigh blocking her escape, “You man whore.”
Razer threw his head back laughing. “Do you think you are insulting me?” He shrugged, “I enjoy sex, in fact I love sex.” He leaned toward Beth, his lips found her slim throat as his hands grasped her sides, easily lifting her onto her toes until her breasts brushed his chest. “Not everyone believes that sex has to be taken so seriously; it can be fun, sexy, dirty, challenging, and oh so delicious.” His tongue slowly licked a path to her ear, giving a nip to her earlobe.
“Razer.” He no longer toned down his sexuality with her. He was guns blazing attempting to seduce her. He knew that Evie and the other women would have filled her in on all the aspects of the club. He had told her that he would not be faithful to her while they saw each other, so now his conscious was at rest as he was going to try to get her in bed.
“Do you think this makes you desirable to me?”
“No.” Suddenly serious, he leaned back. “Only a certain type of woman is attracted to the type of men in the club. You definitely are not one of them. I thought you were at first, that was why you were attracted to me and wanted me to work for your pussy, so you pretended to be skittish.”
Picking up his drink, he swallowed his drink in one swallow. Hurt, Beth lowered her eyes so that he couldn’t see his first impression of her hurt.
Beth wanted to stomp out of the bar, her pride intact. He angered and frustrated her with his attitude toward everything. He was her direct opposite. Suddenly, she finally understood his attraction for her. Opposites attract was an old saying, but in their case, it was true. They were complete polar opposites. As uptight and morally repressed as she was, Razer was lighthearted and experienced. Her father had stifled her until all his convictions and rules had become normal. Her sexuality had become so stifled it would try to escape, which was her first attempt at an affair with Razer, but when it would become too much for her fledgling sexuality, she would cut and run. Beth had a decision to make, she knew she could never, nor did she want to develop a laissez faire attitude towards sex, but she could have fun, maybe she would even allow herself to experience another mind-blowing orgasm from Razer. She just had to be smart and take a card from the other women and not let her heart become attached.
Determined, Beth let her hand reach out and lay on Razer’s thighs.