Page 4 of Double the Dilemma

She tried not to let her jealousy at the thought bother her, but it still burned in her belly.

Razor arched a brow at her. “That’s what you want? Me to fuck some other woman?”

No. “I don’t care,” she lied calmly. “We’re not in a relationship, and I’m encouraging you to go off and fuck whoever you want. Most guys would be overjoyed at that.”

His eyes narrowed slightly and his lips thinned. He stood, and Karissa’s pulse sped up. Was he leaving? “I got some club business to see to,” he told her tightly, leaving his beer untouched. “I’ll be back at closing time.”

“No,” she said sharply. She didn’t need the temptation. “Leave me alone, Razor.” He ignored her, threw a fifty down on the bar–far more than two beers were worth, especially when he hadn’t even touched the second one–and headed out the door. Karissa watched him go and then got back to work.

She spent the rest of her shift trying not to wonder where he was and what he was doing. Or who.

By the time she was done, she was ready to go home and climb into bed. The rest of the night had been busy with a steady stream of customers. She didn’t know why, considering it was one of their slower nights, but she had made quite a bit in tips, so that was some consolation. Her feet hurt and she couldn’t wait to get home and soak them.

Of course, she should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. As always, Razor leaned against her car, waiting for her. She scowled, but her heart kicked up at the sight of him. She needed to get a grip, she told herself. They were not going to keep up this routine. She told him they were done, and this time she meant it.

“Go home, Razor,” she ordered when she reached him. “We’re not doing this anymore.”

He arched a brow at her. “Not doing what exactly? You mean the part where you and I keep circling each other, but we always end up back at your place, fucking our brains out, and then you try to push me away? Yeah, I’m done with that too.”

She stared at him, untrusting. He said that far too easily. “Good, glad we’re on the same page,” she finally answered. “Now, move out of the way so I can go home. My feet are killing me.”

“Great, we can talk at your place then,” he said easily, straightening.

“What?” she asked in confusion. “No, we just agreed we’re done, that means you’re not coming over.”

“No, I agreed that I’m done with the way things are, and we need to talk,” he corrected, smirking. “I’ll see you at your place.”

“I’m not letting you in,” she called after him as he walked toward his bike. He didn’t answer, and she snarled under her breath and got in her car. She started it and pulled out. She needed to get home and make sure she was inside before he got there. She’d lock him out to make sure she wasn’t tempted.

The only problem was that Razor kept pace with her the entire way, which left her with little chance of evading him. Each second that got her closer to her apartment had her gritting her teeth. She was going to have to put her foot down and make sure Razor knew she was done. She had to be.

When they reached her apartment, she parked, climbed out, and stalked to the steps that led up to her place on the top floor. She heard Razor right behind her, his boots stomping on each step. She hardened her resolve, opened her apartment door, and tossed her bag on the couch. Even when he shut the door she didn’t look back at him, instead heading for the bathroom. If he wanted to talk, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

In the small bathroom, she turned on the light and grabbed everything she needed to wash her face. Razor leaned in the doorway, arms folded over his chest, and watched her with a determined expression. “You wanted to talk, so talk,” she said flippantly, working on removing her make-up.

He was silent for a moment, and nerves started to build in her belly. Normally, Razor had no problem saying what he was thinking. She never had to wonder what was on his mind because he told her, and she liked it. Finally, he said, “You and me, we need to figure our shit out. I’m done having you push me away all the damn time.”

“You’d think you would take the hint,” she answered mildly, turning on the taps and grabbing a face cloth.

“I’d take it if I thought you actually meant it,” he replied easily. “But we both know that what your mouth is saying and what your body wants are two different things.”

She leaned forward and splashed water on her face, but she could feel the way his eyes moved over her body. It made her stomach clench and her pussy wet. Damn it all to hell, she thought as she reached for her towel and patted her face dry. Chemistry was a bitch.

When she set the towel aside, she looked at him in the mirror and told him, “Just because I want you sexually doesn’t mean I want you for anything else. I’ve already told you I don’t want a relationship, which means you go find someone else to fill that fantasy for you.”

“You think it’s that easy?” he snapped, temper making his eyes glitter. He straightened and took a small step forward, not crowding her, but close enough that she had to fight not to lean back against him. He was like a magnet, drawing her in when she wanted to run the other way. “I’ve never wanted a woman in my life,” he continued. “Fuck and get out, that’s always been my style. Then you had to come along and mess with my head.”

Irritation flared, and she glared at him as she put moisturizer on her face and started working it in. “You make it sound like I lured you in. You were the one who made me sleep in your bed when Esme was hurt, and you were the one who rolled over and kissed me. So don’t act like I am some kind of temptress that teased and lured you in. You did that all on your own.”

Razor moved forward again; this time he stood behind her, his front brushing her back, and his hand settling on her hip. She stiffened, her skin heating and prickling with awareness. She barely managed to finish getting her moisturizer worked in before he leaned down and murmured in her ear, “But you did tempt me, baby. Tempted me in a way that I was powerless to deny. All you had to do was smile and then snarl at me, and I wanted you so badly that my cock got hard the instant I saw you. I knew then you were going to be trouble, but I fought it. Except, it didn’t do any good, because when it comes to you, you lure me in every time you look at me, or enter the room. Even when I tell myself that I need to walk away from you, forget you exist, find someone else. But it never works. Because you, Karissa,” he breathed, “you are my temptress, and you have me so deep under your spell I never want to wake up.”

“Then maybe we should find a priest and exorcize you of me,” she replied softly, even as her heart beat faster.

He chuckled and kissed the side of her neck, right on the spot he knew would have her knees going weak, damn him. “No priest would touch me, baby,” he taunted, his hand moving from her hip across her stomach, pulling her back against him. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, and she barely resisted the temptation of rubbing against it. Her panties were soaked, her nipples hardened in her bra. Thank God she wore a push up with lots of padding or he would know. “Especially not when he gets one look at you and realizes he’d love to sin right along with me.”

His hand moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it so that he could touch the heated skin underneath, and settled right over her belly button, holding her in place. “Razor, we’re not doing this,” she told him, trying to sound firm, but she knew it didn’t come out strong.

“We’ve already started, Rissa, you just need to catch up. But that’s okay, I can be patient. I’ve already been waiting for months, what’s a few more?” He leaned his head down and nipped her on the back of her neck, making her gasp in surprise. “But I’m done acting like you’re not going to be mine.”

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