Beth stayed where she was, her hands fisted, her eyes closed, and her mind still clamped in a vice of panty melting, erotic thoughts and tried to get herself under control.
How the hell could Jed draw back from that so easily. He hadn’t been humoring her. The electricity which had sparked between them was unmistakable. And yet he possessed that superhuman amount of control which allowed him to just sit back like nothing had passed between them, while she was still trying to fight off an orgasm just from listening to his words and the illicit visual he’d conjured up.
She opened one eye and risked taking a peek at him. Damn him to hell. The guy was a chameleon. He was lounging there like Mr. Congeniality as if he hadn’t just pulled ’super Dom mode’ on her.
How was that even fair?
* * *
Jed took pity on Beth and pulled her gorgeous, curvy body to cuddle up against him, tucking her under his arm. Goddamn, she was all lush curves and voluptuousness, just like he adored.
Real, soft, and abundant; he wanted to have his hands all over her. Wanted to see those glorious breasts overspilling his palms as he tasted every inch of her smooth, supple skin.
She felt so good, snuggled up against him, and he’d like nothing more than to pillow his head against her chest and fold his arms around her comforting body.
Okay, so that was a lie. He wanted to do a lot more than that. But he knew from checking her paperwork when he’d signed her in as a guest, that while Beth didn’t need a chaperone, because she had enough experience in the lifestyle, she hadn’t completed the necessary club orientation. Something that was required before anyone was allowed to scene.
No way he wanted to risk either of them being banned by getting carried away and taking things too far, no matter how tempting it was.
And her orientation was booked for tomorrow morning, just in time for the Valentine event. If he played his cards right, and behaved himself, they could still enjoy all the good things the club had to offer. He just needed to be patient. Which was, quite frankly, easier said than done when she oozed temptation the way she did.
Not for the first time that evening, he wished Mitch and Sawyer weren’t having to work late and they were there to keep him on the straight and narrow. He knew the two of them would be just as taken with Beth as he was. But with the big Valentine weekend bash almost upon them, Mitch was tied up in his usual role of gofer, helping out with all those little jobs that came up and didn’t fall to anyone in particular, and generally making himself indispensable. And Sawyer was pulling some long shifts at the bar to buy himself a little time off tomorrow night, even though he didn’t finish until ten pm. But that would still give them over three hours to enjoy themselves.
He looked down at where Beth was snuggled into the crook of his arm as they watched Dallas and Cree perform some amazing rope work on two of the club subs who were on the staff and wondered what the chances of her enjoying some poly play were.