I believe this chapter fits under the Mature rating that I give this fic, its very hard R some could call it worse but I wouldn't. Please feel free to let me know if you are offended and would like it removed.

Elizabeth Webber was a fiery person, with a quick temper and a bite that followed her bark. She developed street smarts at a very young age and knew when to back down and when to fight. She could be counted on when things got rough and was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. She always knew where the line was drawn in the sand.

That was until now.

Here she stood hovering over Jason Morgan, her question still lingering in the air as his eyes narrowed, devouring her, undressing her in his mind.

She fought the urge to swallow hard and wondered if maybe this time little Lizzie had gone too far.

She wanted to turn around and run, scream into the night that she didn't want this; she only wanted a few extra bucks so she could get the hell out of the country. Stopping at a strip joint in a small little town was just something she was doing to hold her over she could get what she needed to survive on her own for a while.

She certainly wasn't expecting to flirt with her boss.

She certainly wasn't expecting him to be a leader of the east coasts most famous Mafia.

She certainly wasn't expecting him to be looking up at her, grinning at her like a cat who just found his bowl of cream, telling her something in two tiny little syllables.

"Ok."

Ok, that was it, plain and simple ok. She dangled the bait in front of Jason Morgan's face and he was biting it, hard.

She had to take a step back, had to take a breather before this went any further.

"I would offer to go lock the door," Jason said as his fingers pressed together in front of him, "But I think you took care of that when you came in."

The gorgeous bastard had her pegged the whole time. That caused a smile to return to her face. This is why she was here; this is why she was playing this game. She had been around the circuit for a while and no man was ever worthy enough to challenge her. This man seemed to, this man excited her.

He wanted a private show? He was going to get one.

"Would you like me to sing?" she asked as she moved a few steps away from the chair and started humming the Britney Spears tune she was dancing to on stage.

Jason winced and shook his head, "Please don't."

It was bad enough this girl still remained him of a she child, he didn't want to be picturing fourteen year old Britney Spears dancing around in a sports bra and pants while Elizabeth was stripping for him.

Then again Elizabeth could be singing Old McDonald Had A Farm and his concentration would only be on her hands and what she was doing with that damn plaid skirt.

Elizabeth started humming something else, anything else, so she didn't have to hear her own breathing become heavy as she moved her body up, down and around in front of Jason, her fingers twisted the skirt in her hands before she released another button and then another and then let it fall to the floor by her robe.

There she stood in the outfit she wore on stage before he stormed into the back. She smiled satisfied as his eyes darkened, as his hands moved back down to lay across the front of his jeans and his face took on that familiar stony look she received the first day she arrived.

Nothing was sexier to her than getting under a man's skin and as she turned around and bent over in front of Jason, slowly rising back up, raking her finger nails along her smooth legs she realized that she had gotten to him.

She just wondered when he had gotten to her.

Turning back around in front of him she ran her hands down the front of her body, stopping slightly at her stomach and wrapping them around her waist before she swung her hips from side to side. Then her fingers started toying with the waist band of those red lace panties. They made her feel so sexy and the way Jason was looking at her…

That made her feel so wet.

He was losing control. He could feel it. His own labored breathing was echoing in his ears, mocking him. He was The Borg, The Enforcer, the one that everyone was afraid of. He kept things calm and when, if, he needed any type of release even that was taken care of with a sense of self control.

But watching this petite woman in front of him, shaking her ass near his face, playing with the long ties of her blouse, peeling it open…

He had to grip the chair, felt the leather nearly splitting under his fingers, trying to convince himself that he had to be professional. He would let her have her fun and then he would let her go.

Who the fuck were they both kidding?

Elizabeth smiled as she took one step towards him, then another, the sides of her shirt hanging up, revealing just enough of her beautiful breasts.

"Would you like me to completely strip?" she whispered as she leaned over and ran her fingers down the side of his face.

That was a chance she took, one that seemed to pay off because he didn't pull away.

"Or would you like me to keep things simple like I did last night?" she said as she raised one knee and brushed it up against his thigh, "Leave now and don't look back."

"I think I should…" he skimmed his palm up her naked thigh, "ask what you charge for a lap dance."

Elizabeth had passed the line in the sand and was running straight towards the point of no return.

It scared the hell out of her and yet it made her feel so free.

She smiled as she slid her other knee up by his thigh, ready to crawl on his lap, "This one is on the…"

He shook his head, pushed her off, pushed her back a step or two and she tried to hide the disappointment in her face.

Not only was Jason Morgan pushing her away, he was also going to make her go to bed horny.

"A nude lap dance."

Her heart rate increased as his work roughened fingers slipped into the lacy sides of her underwear and started tugging them down her hips, over her ass, past that glorious mound of curls, down those luscious thighs, releasing them and watching them slid past her calves to pool at her tiny feet.

He looked back up at her, a devilish gleam in his eye as he reached for the sides of her shirt, pulling her close to him with the cotton ends.

She was mesmerized, enchanted and wistful at the very thought of a man taking control. When was the last time that had happened in her bed?

She felt him raise up out of the chair a little, his face nearly buried in her now naked breasts and she groaned when he pulled the cotton from her body, tearing it slightly and allowing it to fall to the floor from his bunched fists.

She felt her body start to shake and she knew the moment she climbed on top of his lap he would know exactly how he was making her feel, but looking down at him, at the place his hands occupied a few minutes ago Elizabeth noticed that she was making him feel the same way.

She tried to be seductive, tried to crawl onto his lap purring like a kitten, rubbing up against the rough denim of his jeans.

She shuddered though when she felt his fingers grasp her thighs, groaned slightly when that tiny nub that was aching for something came in contact with a piece of his metal zipper. She was quickly realizing that this flirtatious dance was spinning out of control and both of them were losing their senses.

"Just tell me," she gasped as she felt his hands move from her thighs to her ass, pulling her tight against him, his hardness nestled between her legs, "Tell me…" she panted.

He was rubbing himself against her, he was torturing her and he was enjoying every minute of it.

Beautiful, fucking bastard.

"God," she gasped as the rough material came in contact with her sensitive skin, "What do you want?"

He reached up and tugged on one of her pigtails, playing with the curly ends, a smile still plastered across his face before it slowly disappeared, replaced by something she couldn't quite describe.

"Simple," he whispered as he tried to spread her legs further apart with the limited space available in the leather chair. He growled as he pulled her face down to his, "You."

Then he was kissing her, kissing her until her lungs burned and she pulled back, gasping for air before she reached for him again.

Hands were everywhere, tugging at his clothes. His shirt was off and tossed over to the wet bar a few feet from the desk. Her fingers were grasping at his button, trying to pull it open and having no success.

"Stop," he barked as he batted her hands away, He reached down and flicked the button open with two fingers, then he undid his zipper, slowly, painfully and let out a long sigh.

Elizabeth took her two tiny hands and reached inside of his jeans, inside those black boxers, pulling out his rock hard erection that immediately pressed against his naked stomach. She wanted to crawl off of his lap and take him in her mouth right there, give this gorgeous man the satisfaction and pleasure he obviously deserved.

But he held a firm grip on her waist and was hissing as her hands started to move up and down his length. She knew neither of them were going anywhere until they both reached a mutual release.

"Fuck," she groaned slapping his chest with her hands. In the excitement, the pleasure of wanting to get to Jason she didn't think to even bring anything back with her. She thought about seducing him, she just never thought about succeeding.

And even though she was on the pill, condoms were something that was required in this business.

"I…" he shut her up again with his kiss and pulled her closer with one arm, his moist cock rubbing up against her belly as she took his face in her hands and made love to his mouth.

She could feel him reaching behind her, digging through a drawer that was next to her and then his other hand was flat against her back, she could feel the foil of the condom wrapper against her skin.

He pulled away and held it up in front of her face. She took it eagerly and tore it open with her mouth, tugging on it and reaching for him when he pulled away again.

Her eyes met his and she saw it, the passion, the desire and still the hesitation.

She handed him back the wrapper, "I won't talk you into this," she whispered as she leaned her body against his once more, rubbing herself up against his thigh, "But I will tell you something, Jase," she pressed a kiss on his Adam's apple, running her tongue over it slightly before she brought her face up to his, "I'm afraid if you don't take me now, in this lovely leather chair, I might burst into flames."

That worked.

He pulled the condom out himself, slid it on and tossed the wrapper God knows where. She was groaning as he thrust inside of her, moans becoming louder as he continued to pound, her muscles squeezing against him.

The most erotic noises Elizabeth ever heard were bouncing off of the small office walls as she clung to him, her nails raking his back and drawing thin lines of blood. She nipped at him, his shoulder, his ear, his neck as she moved up and down on his lap. He was panting, kissing her, kissing her breasts, fondling them, caressing her ass.

She never knew that sex could this wonderful.

And suddenly this incredible feeling was washing over her, something that was reaching out to her, begging for her to catch it, grasp it and never let go.

She screamed, she collapsed against him, her body shaking, trembling in his arms as she felt his climax and heard his hoarse shout.

She was sure that had the music not been on, someone would've heard them.

He groaned as he felt her nails rake against his chest lightly while she struggled to sit up in his lap. Is this what he was trying to talk himself out of? Hell, he should've let her seduce him yesterday. This little ball a fire was a damn hellion in bed and he knew he'd have a few scars on his body to prove it.

If this was her idea of a bonus, he was all up for it.

She laughed slightly as she pulled away and placed a lingering kiss on his moist lips, "That was…hmm."

"I agree," he said as she moved away from him, taking the condom with her and disposing of it in the trash. She then bent down to retrieve her robe and belted it quickly before gathering up her other clothes.

"I think I'm going to turn in for the night," she said, "Will I see you tomorrow?"

The question was there, between the lines, would this happen again.

Jason nodded and stood up, adjusting himself and zippering his jeans back up, not bothering with the button. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out, tossing it down on the desk in front of Elizabeth.

"Here," he said motioning to the one hundred dollar bill that now stared back up at her, "You earned your 'bonus'."

Elizabeth smiled as her fingers reached out for it, caressed Benjamin Franklins face before her hand curled around it and she pressed it against her clothes. "Thank you."

She watched him collapse back into the leather chair and yawn slightly before she turned away and headed out of the door, avoiding the upstairs, instead making her way to the showers

This was what she wanted, to make some extra bucks so she could move on quicker, start a new life.

Elizabeth grimaced as she stepped under the ice cold spray wondering why all of a sudden she felt like a whore.