The Player's Club: Scott by Cathy Yardley Page B

wiggles she’d managed to pick up from her last outing with the Bettie Pages.
    The crowd looked bored.
    Tina looked like she was going to be sick. Possibly have a heart attack.
    And Scott was sweating.
    Scott. Just being able to focus on him helped Amanda feel better. She moved closer to him, leaning enough to have her cleavage about eye level, and she did a quick bend and snap. He smiled, a sexy, seductive smile.
    The heat in her stomach went from nerves to desire in a second, and she reveled gratefully in the change of energy. She scooted closer, her hips swiveling, moving to tease, to caress. She backed up against him, felt his fingers almost touching her…and she danced out of reach.
    Pretty soon, she was sure he was sweating for an entirely different reason. She momentarily forgot all about the audience as she danced, teased, caressed and tempted. He reached for her, kissing her neck, his fingers digging into her hips when she straddled his lap.
    He held her tight, pressing a hard kiss on her, and she gasped against his mouth. She leaned back, letting him kiss her chin, her throat, between her breasts as her legs wrapped around his waist. It was less a dance, more like a mating ritual. She gyrated with him. He kissed and stroked anything he could get a grip on. She thought she was losing her mind.
    She barely made out a low roar of approval as Scott clutched her to him. She got up, dizzy, almost drunk with it. He got up out of the chair, following her.
    She didn’t know how long they were out there, but suddenly, they were surrounded by other women dancers, in the trademark Bettie Page costumes. Tina gently ushered them off stage.
    “Whew!” she said, fanning her face with her fingers. “You two were hot. ”
    Amanda felt a blush—and a heat, as her legs throbbed.
    Tina handed her clothes to her. “I got a couple of pictures of you. I’ll email them tonight,” she added, with a wink. “Otherwise, you two have fun. I think we’re good now. I’ve managed to pull together the full crew.”
    Scott didn’t say anything, just grabbed her hand as soon as she’d changed clothes and took her from the building. “I don’t know if I can make it to the car,” he rasped as they rushed down the street. She almost stumbled and he swung her up over his shoulder.
    “Oh, my God,” she laughed breathlessly. “You’re insane!”
    “You,” he said, smacking her softly on the ass, “have no idea.”
    They made it to the car and sped away. She was practically writhing with the heat her body was generating. She wanted sex. She wanted Scott. And she wanted it now.
    “Traffic jam,” he cursed. “Some kind of accident.”
    She whimpered…then grabbed one of his hands from the steering wheel, putting it between her legs. His fingers flexed and she gasped, shuddering, her thighs clenching him.
    He groaned. “Screw it. I know a place.”
    He turned off, taking them in an opposite direction, until they reached a secluded part of Golden Gate Park.
    “Here?” she squeaked. This was the sort of place where murderers hung out, and thieves. It was stupid, dangerous, undoubtedly…
    He got out of the car, surprising her. “I’ve always wondered about this,” he said, pulling her up and out of the car. “I used to work here one summer… I know this place.”
    She didn’t say anything as he led her to a shady grove. He tried the lock. It opened.
    “Same combo,” he laughed, then tugged her inside.
    It was an arboretum of some sort. Fragrant flowers perfumed the air—the slight breeze made the leaves of the tall eucalyptus rustle, and the jasmine flowers bloomed. The sky was clear. There was no one else around.
    He pressed her to a tree, removed her top. She felt the smooth bark against her back, then gasped as he undid her bra. “Scott,” she said, starting to protest, until he took one breast into his mouth and started to suckle. She arched her back, tilting her pelvis toward him like a flower reaching for the