Free Jase (MMA Bad Boys Book 3) by L. Grubb

silence as we finish off our starters, letting him control himself because I can tell the effect it had on him when his grandparents passed away. I know that feeling all too well. I had the support of mine, they were practically all I had left except for Dan, they left the world last year and it still hurts to this very day.
    “I can’t wait to take you back to mine after this,” Jase mumbles from across the table. My head shoots up and my eyes land on his. They’re filled with lust as his eyes drop to my tits and back up. “You look edible in that dress, Frankie.” I squeeze my thighs shut and my toes curl in my heels, my pulse races and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. I can hear the promises in his voice and his eyes tell me how much he wants me right now. The feeling is totally mutual.

    Back in the limo after what has to be the best evening I’ve ever had, I slump back and rub my belly. “Damn, I have a fucking food baby right now.”
    Jase’s rumbling laughter fills the back of the limo, drowning out the classical music coming through the speakers. “Don’t worry, princess. We’re going to have a rather sensual work-out when we get back.” His wink and dimple makes my panties ready to disintegrate and I’m pretty sure I let a moan slip through my lips.
    I’m unable to form a single word and just stare at him with heated cheeks. He really knows how to make a girl go from zero to sixty in less than a minute. My ovaries are quivering and my belly flutters. The alcohol is probably fuelling most of my desire because no woman can be this turned on with just a few words. Okay, so it’s not just his words that are killing me but it’s him in general.
    “I wish I wasn’t so gentlemanly, because I really want to fuck you raw right now.” And when you think he can’t say anything sexier, he goes and does it and my legs clench together, trying desperately to relieve the unbearable ache that’s growing between my legs. “I can pretty much smell your arousal.” His mouth inches closer to mine and my lips part, wanting them just that little bit closer.
    Time seems to stand still as we stay in limbo, eyes staring into the other and lips parted with anticipation. Fuck, this guy is going to ruin me. I can feel it in my bones. His unique smell of musky male and cologne drifts up my nose and I sigh in bliss. I don’t think anyone has ever smelt so fucking good.
    “Are you going to just hover there, or give me a taster in what’s to come?” I whisper, my voice has deserted me and I don’t think I’m capable of talking above a whisper.
    “You’ll be the one coming tonight, screaming my name as my cock buries itself deep inside you. Are you ready for me again, sugar?” His breath smells of champagne but it’s faint. My breaths are coming in pants and my lashes flutter over my cheeks. I could easily come just from hearing the dirty words he’s so damn good at speaking. Now I’m definitely unable to speak a word, lust has taken over my body in a way I’ve never felt, not that I’ve been with other men because I haven’t but even by BOB – my battery operated boyfriend – can’t bring out this euphoric yet frustrating feeling.
    His calloused hands run up the inside of my thigh and my legs just flop open of their own accord. It seems I have no shame when this turned on. His lips touch mine in a soft, sensual, kiss just as his hand reaches my lady garden; which has no grass by the way. The feelings make me jolt in my seat and I cling to the lapels of his suit jacket in a tight grip.
    My mouth falls open to let in more air and he slips his tongue in, dancing circles with my own. His fingers pull aside the scrap of material between my legs and presses against my clit. A languid moan sounds around the back of the limo, realising quickly that is was me that made the sound. Shit, the driver will hear me if I don’t shut the fuck up. Kinda hard though, when someone’s playing with your bits.
    “God, I want to