Page 41 of Seduction

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Fudge. I can’t get into the damn contraption known as lingerie.Am I this out of practice? Damn it.I toss it aside and reach for the set of matching bra and panties. Luckily, the lingerie wasn’t the only thing I bought today. There’s something to be said about some pretty underwear—they sure do boost a woman’s confidence. I was going to wear a sexy dress but decided against it. I don’t want him thinking I expect to get laid. Even though I do. Instead, I pull on a pair of jeans and a top that shows off my boobs. If all else fails, I’ll follow Raven’s advice and flash the girls. I probably won’t, but… it’s a thought.

When I hear the knock on the door, I take the stairs as fast as my heels will allow. Before I answer, I take a deep breath.You can do this. You can do this. You can do this?

Shoot. Here we go.

His smile.

It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve seen it. He’s not wearing his glasses, and I can clearly see his eyes twinkling. Those eyes drop to my breasts before his arm snakes around my waist and he pulls me close. His lips tell me “hello,” but with no words. As a matter of fact, they say a whole lot more, crashing into mine as he steps forward, forcing me back. Somehow, the door gets closed and he backs me up against it. I curl my fingers into his cut, trying to get him closer. That’s kind of impossible since he’s already pressing into me.

I moan, parting my lips so his tongue can slide in.Jesus. How can a man taste so good?He grabs my ass with both hands, grinding my hips against his. Leaving my lips, he trails his down my cheek to my neck.

“Fuck,” he whispers against my skin. “I would have gone crazy if I went another day without seeing you.”

“Jon….” My breath gets caught in my throat.

He nips at my flesh, moving down to my sternum, then burying his face in my cleavage. Goddamn. Seems like all I needed to do was put a little space between us. I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward him. He groans, pulling back and placing his palms on the door at either side of my head.

“Why’d you stop?” I ask.

“I came to take you out, not fuck you against your door.”

“I don’t mind.” I try to tug him back to me.

“I do. You deserve better than that.”

“Then let’s go upstairs.”

He takes my hand, opening the door when I move away. “Don’t tempt me.”

Pouting worse than a child who doesn’t get her way, I lock the door behind us. He leads me to one of the Chargers I always see at the clubhouse and opens the back door. I climb in, finding Tyler in the driver’s seat.

“Hey, Tyler.”

“Ma’am.”

I let that slide because he’s a prospect. They call everyone “sir” and “ma’am.” When Einstein takes his place next to me, I turn to him with a questioning look.

“You said you could drink me under the table, right?”

“I sure can,” I reply.

“Well, we’ll see about that tonight.”

He places his hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. I move closer to him, hoping he’ll glide it a little higher. He just chuckles, his hand not moving. In fact, he keeps it there the entire drive. My panties are already wet from our little kissing session, so that doesn’t help my situation any. All I keep thinking about is grabbing that hand and sticking it down my jeans.

Crap. I need a cold drink.

He helps me out of the car, holding my hand as we walk to the entrance of the Pretty Kitty. I haven’t been here in a while, so I’m looking forward to seeing what my brother has done with the place. The man at the door nods at Einstein and lets us through. He leads me to a section that’s been cordoned off—something we used to do for VIPs.

The moment we sit, a waitress shows up.

“Wanna start with some beers?” Einstein asks.

“Sure.”

I look around, noticing that the tables and chairs have been changed. The bar has been redone, making it bigger. The stage is bigger, too. Two more poles were added, so there are three now. I’ve always loved the high ceilings in here. They make it so much more impressive when the girls climb all the way to the top of the pole.