Free Stronger with You (With You Trilogy) by R. J. Sable

appreciative growl from Jason and another mind-blowing kiss.
    “Spread your legs,” he said in his low, seductive tone.
    My body complied before my brain had chance to question it. Jason trailed his hands down my back before cupping my ass cheeks and kneading them, the slight roughness of his hands deliciously abrasive against my skin. I kept my eyes on his, rendered silent by the desire I could see burning behind them. He kept his left hand on my cheek as his right travelled around my hip and trailed through the curls at the apex of my thighs. I moaned slightly as he traced one finger up the length of my inner lips, letting it dip gently inside me before withdrawing it completely.
    “I love that you’re so wet for me,” he breathed appreciatively.
    My cheeks burnt but I smiled shyly up at him, desperate to feel his fingers on me once more. My hips bucked towards him instinctively but he smiled and shook his head at me. He kissed me chastely on the lips before turning around to root through my wardrobe.
    “Tease,” I grumbled, flopping down onto the bed to admire his behind as he pulled things out of the cupboard. The simple touch had brought my lingering desire to the forefront of my mind and I was feeling a little sexually frustrated.
    “I haven’t even started yet,” he smirked, putting my black lacy dress on the bed next to me and giving my nipple a playful tweak. “Stand up.”
    I did as he asked and found myself stood naked before him once more. He ran his fingers down my sides, looking at me appreciatively.
    “You are so very beautiful.”
    The blush on my cheeks deepened ten fold and I looked down to my feet.
    “Learn to take a compliment.” He landed a quick, sharp slap on my ass with a cheeky grin.
    I yelped slightly and jumped closer towards him so that I was pushed up against him and able to feel his very solid erection through his jeans.
    “What do you say when somebody gives you a compliment, Jamie?” He teased, stroking my skin and easing away the last of the dwindling sting from his slap.
    “Thank you,” I mumbled shyly, my eyes still on his feet.
    “Good girl,” he cooed, pulling my chin up and kissing me gently.
    He handed me the black dress and I blinked back at him in confusion. Isn’t there something missing? I held the dress in my hands but didn’t move to put it on.
    “Something wrong, baby?” He teased, brushing his lips across my forehead.
    “I need underwear,” I said, moving towards my drawers to fetch some.
    “You don’t need them, little squirrel,” he mocked, stepping in front of me and blocking my access to the underwear drawer.
    “Don’t be daft, of course I need my underwear,” I frowned.
    “Why?” He asked, cupping my face in his hand and brushing my cheek with his thumb.
    “Because I can’t go outside without underwear!”
    “Why?” He asked again, his other hand tracing circles around my nipple and making it very hard to concentrate.
    “Because… because people might see,” I blurted, hearing the note of panic in my own voice.
    “They won’t see, baby,” he soothed, his hands cupping both my breasts and massaging them gently.
    I was finding it very difficult to protest with Jason’s hands on me. I had absolutely no desire to leave the flat without any underwear, and even less desire to be in public with a bare behind.
    “Jason,” I pleaded, fully prepared to beg for access to my undies.
    “Do you trust me, Jamie?” Jason asked, removing his hands from my breasts and giving me a second to focus my thoughts on the matter at hand.
    “Of course, but-”
    “I promise that nobody will know, apart from me and you, okay?” He soothed, his eyes searching mine with a penetrating intensity.
    “How about knickers and no bra?” I offered, seeking a compromise.
    “Other way round maybe,” he grinned.
    “Jason, I don’t think I can,” I shook my head despondently.
    “If you do this, I promise I’ll make it worth your while when we get back,” he