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 slammed her palms against the door to Lily's as she stormed out of the club, her heels clicking against the asphalt beneath her. Before she even had a chance to look for him, she felt the goose bumps rise on her arms, her body shivering in the cold night air.

It wasn't her most brilliant idea to go after Jason in twenty degree weather wearing nothing more than a bikini, but she was fuming and the frigid temperatures just added to her fury.

He was dead, literally.

Her eyes narrowed as she quickly scanned the parking lot and found a limo, parked twenty feet away with Jason standing on the driver's side talking to a man a little smaller than him in a suit.

Tiny hands clenched in fists, she made her way over.

This man thought he could yank her off the floor without so much of how come and get away with it? Boy had another thing coming to him. If she could she would quit right now and leave him high and dry for another dancer.

But the man was gorgeous, an asshole, but still gorgeous.

"Jason, I need to have a word with you!" she yelled as she made her way towards him and the unknown man.

Jason looked up and saw her coming. He nearly groaned when he realized that she was out here for a fight but felt that impulse die down when he saw she was still dressed in that leather outfit and nothing more.

"Elizabeth…"

"Don't you Elizabeth me," she said pushing his hands away as he moved towards her, "How dare you think you can just order me off of the floor…"

"Put this on," Jason said as he quickly shucked out of his coat and started to place it around her shoulders.

"No, no, stop it!" she squeaked as she tried to bat his hands away but it was no use. He had more strength than her and he was practically forcing her arms into his leather coat.

"You can yell at me all you want after you put this on," he said as he adjusted it and then zippered the jacket, "What on earth possessed you to come out here and…"

"Me?" she practically screamed, "You had some bodyguard tell me that you don't want me working tonight and you think that you can…" she stopped when she noticed the unknown man staring at them with a small smirk on his face, "I'm sorry, could you excuse us for a second?"

"This is Max," Jason said, "And no he can't, we have someplace we have to be."

"You have to tell me what the hell is going on," she said as her foot started tapping rapidly against the pavement, "You don't get to order me around and then leave. That's not how it works, I want a reason and if you want me to stand out here and explain to Max why I think you owe me a reason…"

"Give us a minute," Jason said and motioned for Max to wait inside for him.

Max nodded and moved past Elizabeth, "It was nice to meet you, um?"

"Lizzie Webber," she smiled sweetly as she held out her hand and cooed when he bent down and kissed the back of it, "Please, come see me sometime."

"Max," Jason growled and his eyes narrowed when the guard chuckled before he headed into the club.

"That," Elizabeth said as she turned back towards him, "Was uncalled for. What is with your attitude? Jason, I don't know what is going on here but I was under the impression that I was hired to do a job, a stripping job, and I can't do that when you pull me off the floor. Not only that but I can't earn money and I'm not sure about you, but with my life, you can't buy clothes, buy food, maintain a living without money."

Jason's eyes moved back to her, seizing her up quickly before they moved back to the parking lot, taking note of the new people arriving. She had no idea what she was doing to him standing there, her eyes full of fire, in that damn leather outfit.

He never did feel the cold but he was always aware of it and the environment that he was in. However Elizabeth was making this blistery night in Port Charles feel like a sunny day down on Sonny's island.

"Are you going to stand there and ignore me?" she asked as she crossed her arms across her chest. She smirked and rolled her eyes, "That's fine. Last night was fun and I enjoyed it. I'm just sorry you are not man enough to handle other man looking at me while I'm working…"

"This has nothing to do with that," Jason said his eyes snapping back to her.

"This has everything to do with it," she yelled back as she moved closer to him, "And I've been down this road before hon, a man gets too attached, thinks I'm his girlfriend, doesn't realize that I'm only in it for…"

"Money right? Because your so broke, Lizzie?" he asked as he started to move towards her.

Elizabeth felt the need to step back. The night that she was hired she told Jason to call her Lizzie and he never abided by it, always choosing to call her Elizabeth instead, even in moments of passion. The fact that he was changing his choice of names for her made her a little worried.

"How about I give you money than, Lizzie? How about I pay you to dance for me, strip for me, do all sorts of things for me," he leaned towards her, his callous fingers skimming her smooth pale cheek, "What do you say baby?"

She bit her bottom lip as she ran her hands up his body, "So I can be your private prostitute?" she whispered as she ran her fingers over his muscled chest, "Your very own little whore?" She curled her fingers in his blue tee shirt and shoved him back, causing him to stumble slightly, "No thanks asshole."

Elizabeth turned to move away from him, ready to pack her things, ready to move on from this city of crazy loons and be done with it. If she wanted to be treated like a whore she would've stayed where she was. She was running for a reason and she should've never stopped.

It was those fucking blue eyes that made her falter.

Jason steadied himself, planting his booted feet on the ground and reached out to grab her with one hand, wrapping it around her arm, "This is my club…"

"This is Sonny's club," she said pulling away, "And I was trying to do what I was hired to do."

"And I'm sure that since you've had your fun with me you'll move right onto the guards," he said, "And then maybe the customers and then maybe Sonny. Just to let you know he's married so don't expect him to let you into his bed too quickly or…"

Elizabeth slapped him hard across his face, her own hand stinging from the blow. It didn't seem to faze him, he simply reached out and grabbed her wrists, pulling them up against his chest, pinning her back against the long black limousine.

"Not a wise move," he whispered quietly.

"I hate you," she seethed, her faces centimeters from his, "I quit. I already feel like enough of a whore, I'll be damned if I let you call me one."

Jason kissed her. He closed the distance between them and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, his body moved against hers, his fingers released her wrists and slid into her hair. Over and over his mouth ravaged hers, unable to get enough and the most pleasurable thing was that she was kissing him back just as fiercely.

She was trying to listen to her head as it screamed to run the other way and never look back but she couldn't, not when there was a throbbing between her thighs that would not be ignored. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands twisting in the back of his tee shirt as his lips moved down towards her neck, nipping gently as she groaned and moved her hips against his.

God he was making her weak and she wanted him to take her right here in the parking lot. He might have too if some loud whistles didn't break through the hazy fog that surrounded them. She didn't look up, he moved his head towards the sound and she took advantage, standing up on her high heels and biting his Adam's apple, causing his attention to revert right back to her.

His eyes blazed, his hands shook as he grabbed her again and pulled open the door to the limo. She was practically thrown in and he followed, slamming it behind him as his body met hers on the leather seat.

Their tongues clashed as their hands move frantically. He was trying to unzip the leather coat he placed around her only a few short minutes ago. She was tearing at his tee shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere. Her bright red nails scrapped against his back, leaving streaks of red marks almost identical to the ones from last night. Before she had a chance to reach for his jeans she felt herself being lowered, her back coming in contact with the leather seat as she arched her body against his.

His lips were moving again, over her chin, down her neck as his hands pushed her bikini top up, causing it to bunch somewhere between his lips and her breasts. He wasn't deterred, he just moved around the smooth leather and caught her nipple in his mouth, sucking, biting, doing anything that caused her to writhe beneath him.

"Jason…Jason, Ja…" she panted as she ran her fingers through his spiky hair. She couldn't get his attention if she had the strength to try but she didn't. His tongue was flicking at her belly button, his teeth enjoying it like it was a new play toy before his hands found a new piece of offensive material. The bikini underwear that matched the rest of the outfit.

He groaned and sat back on his haunches, crouching slightly, avoiding bumping his head on the ceiling. He pushed her skirt up quickly and then fiddled with the bikini ties, sighing when they came undone and he peeled them off, revealing herself to him.

Wet and waiting, just how he liked it.

He could feel her fingers reaching for him, trying to undo his button but he batted them away, handling it himself and undoing his zipper. The rest could wait, he had a million ways to torture Elizabeth on his mind and he waned to carry them out.

He bent back down towards her, his lips skimming over her smooth stomach again as he moved his way down further, then further still, his tongue running over the leather before Elizabeth realized what he was doing and she froze, gripping his hair painfully, trying to get his attention.

"Jason, no," she pleaded. He wasn't listening. He was concentrating on wanting to bring her pleasure and she wanted nothing more than that, especially with the way her body seemed to respond to him but they couldn't this way, not yet.

"Jason," she moaned and then she squeezed her legs shut before he reached her, his face looking up at hers curiously. She shook her head, tugging at him again before he moved up towards her. He was kissing her before she finally let her legs relax, curving them around his.

"What?" he whispered as he pulled back before moving to nip gently at her ear, "What did I do?"

She shook her head as she moved her lower body in tune with his, grasping his backside in her hands, pressing him fully against her, him nestled in the cradle of her thighs.

"Nothing, not yet," she whispered looking up at him, her eyes hazy with passion and pleading with an unspoken question.

His body wouldn't let him ask anymore questions, not when he could feel her seeping through his own jeans. He growled and then he leaned down, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue across it, sucking on it gently until he released it from its prison, swollen and bruised.

Elizabeth was fishing around in his jean pockets, fumbling for his wallet and finding it. She flipped through it, hoping that with the errands he ran today one of them was to the drug store.

"Yes," she sighed as she found the condom and fumbled with the foil, dropping his wallet to the floor.

"Let me," he said reaching for it as she pushed down his jeans and boxers, his manhood brushing against her thigh.

She realized that she never knew how much self restraint she had until that very moment. She wanted nothing more than to have Jason thrust inside of her, bury himself deep and not stop until they were both passed out from the pleasure, but she waited until the condom was pulled out and slid down his long, hard length.

Then he thrust inside of her, then she was lost, then she truly found passion.

He caressed her thigh as she brought it up around him, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with every move that he made. She was squeezing her body around his, holding him before releasing him, relishing in the pleasure she knew that she was putting on his face.

She could feel him shaking, she was there too as he slid his hands under her ass and pulled her forward, losing himself further and further inside of her. She felt like she was going to pass out from the loss of air when it finally hit her, that unfamiliar bliss and she heard him shout out her name before tumbling over the edge.

He nearly collapsed on top of her and tried to adjust his body so that his weight didn't full rest on her. Their exhaustion was overcoming them. Between the argument and the sex their bodies didn't have the will to move so she laid there as he tried to keep from crushing her by bracing his body on two shaky arms.

Elizabeth kept her eyes closed as their heavy breathing echoed around the spacious limo. She knew that if Jason continued this kind of behavior there was no way she was going to be able to leave in two weeks.

No, make that ten days.

A sigh escaped her lips as he finally moved away from her. She curled her legs up against her body as she watched him sit on the end of the seat and adjust his pants. He had no idea the way he was affecting her just by being him. She hated it.

"If you want to go back in there and work the poles you can," he said as he zipped his jeans, missing the wince on her face, "I'd much rather you come into the back office with me and figure out the payroll books. We could just…talk."

Talk. Elizabeth couldn't remember the last time she had a decent conversation with a man.

"I could make some coffee," he said as he made himself more comfortable in the seat, "Or whatever."

She felt a small smile tug on her lips as his warm hand came to rest on her thigh, "I'll be a good distraction," she said as she reached down and tied the strings on bikini bottom.

Jason's eyes were on her as she adjusted the top to her bikini and then sat up, smoothing down the leather skirt that his rough hands pushed up only a few minutes ago. Short, passionate, pleasure filled minutes.

My God what this woman was doing to him?

"I'll try," he said as he leaned over and wove his fingers through her hair, pulling her in for a kiss, "I won't be able to be out there, to watch it, but I'll try to understand, to…allow it."

She grinned devilishly at him as she leaned down on the floor and reached for his leather coat, holding it out to him, "The sex afterwards will be amazing. You all angry and bothered, me all hot and horny."

He laughed as he slid his coat around her shoulders, this time her arms willingly going into the sleeves, "Please don't come storming after me again without a coat, or some decent clothes, on." He took her face in his hands again; his blue eyes becoming stormy, "And don't wear leather."

"I won't," she said wiping some lipstick off of the corner of his mouth, "At least not for any of them."

Jason growled as he leaned in for another kiss then reached behind her for the door handle. If one of them didn't make the move, they would be back on the seat in no time and technically this wasn't his limo.

Elizabeth laughed against his mouth as she felt him fiddling with the door. She could feel it too, the wanting coming back, the undeniable heat between them. She pulled away and smiled, her eyes promising more pleasure when she heard someone clearing their throat behind them.

They both froze, their eyes meeting the person who interrupted them.

Sonny grinned as he knelt down towards the open door to his limo, "I'm glad you two finally got what I was trying to say."

Elizabeth buried her face in Jason's neck as he turned away, hiding his blush, all the while Sonny's laughter filling their ears.