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

uncomfortable look and he smiled knowingly back and wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked down the stairs.
    He pressed a kiss against the side of my head and whispered into my ear. “I’ve got a pair of your knickers in my pocket just in case.”
    I felt my mood lighten a little from the knowledge that he wasn’t intending for me to suffer all night, that he could easily relieve me from my discomfort if I asked him. The idea had been pretty hot when it’d just been Jason and me, alone in my room, and I’d been slowly coming around to the concept until we were interrupted. Now that we were outside in the cool evening air, I was really starting to get uncomfortable.
    I blinked gratefully up at Jason, but his mischievous grin told me that maybe I shouldn’t be so grateful.
    “You can have them if it get’s too much, but then you don’t get your reward,” he teased.
    I kept moderately quiet during the ride restaurant because all my attention was focussed on trying desperately to pull my dress down lower. I found myself grateful that the material was relatively clingy and didn’t glide up too much as I moved. I couldn’t help but think that I should have put up more protest. I was a little outside my comfort zone. However, I could see from the gleeful glimmer in Jason’s eye that he was delighted. He was obviously getting something out of this and that was enough for me.
     

Chapter 8
    Friday, 18th January 2013
    We saw Laura before she saw us. I was glad to see that she was also wearing a dress, although she was probably wearing something under hers.
    “Hi, Laura,” Adam greeted her with a hug before introducing us.
    I’d seen her before, in the coffee shop, but not actually met her. All I had to go on was the details I’d heard from Adam but she sounded lovely.
    Once we’d been seated, the conversation flowed easily. Laura was a delight and it was easy to see why Adam liked her.
    “So how did you two meet?” Laura asked, looking at Jason and me.
    “She threw herself at me in a night club,” Jason responded nonchalantly.
    “I did not throw myself at you!” I protested with a chuckle.
    “No, my memory is very good. You definitely threw yourself at me,” Jason nodded, a smug smile breaking out on his handsome face.
    “How could you forget how you met, shorty?” Adam snorted in mock derision.
    “I didn’t forget!” I protested. “Jason stalked me and I fell into him!”
    “You stalked her?” Adam laughed, flashing his cheeky grin.
    “I did not stalk her,” Jason said, looking very affronted. “I may have followed her, but she still threw herself at me.”
    I was about to protest but I felt Jason start to move his hand up my leg underneath the table, hidden by the tablecloth. I shot him a wicked ‘don’t-you-dare’ look but that didn’t deter him.
    “Oh no! Somebody’s in trouble,” Adam laughed, wrongly misinterpreting my angry glare in Jason’s direction.
    “She’ll forgive me,” Jason winked at me but I was too busy focussing on trying to keep my face neutral as to not draw attention to what Jason was doing under the table, right in front of Adam and Laura. I’m in dire need of a crash course in maintaining a poker face .
    “I might not,” I said pointedly, glancing down quickly at my legs and hoping he got the message.
    “I can be very persuasive,” he said in a low voice, leaning closer to kiss my cheek as his hand reached the apex of my thighs.
    As if I needed a reminder of my knickerless predicament, Jason began brushing slow, gentle circles on my upper thigh. He wasn’t making direct contact with the danger zone but the mere proximity and movement was enough to leave me panting slightly.
    When his fingers started travelling higher somewhere between the main course and desert, I shot him a panicked glance. I wasn’t sure how far he planned on taking it and I wasn’t comfortable letting him touch me quite so intimately in such a public place. Especially knickerless.