Page 110 of Bria and the Tiger

Jace had woken her early, they’d made love and cuddled for a bit before he left for his own place to shower and change. He’d been out of the office all morning, and from the looks of his calendar he would be out this afternoon too.

She couldn’t go to his place tonight.

She shouldn’t go to his place tonight.

Her tiger whined pitifully at her. Fuck it, she decided. She would go to Jace’s house for dinner and ask him what the hell was going on. Either they were going to start dating or they weren’t, but she wasn’t going to play the “maybe we are, maybe we aren’t” game anymore.

Sure. What time? Can I bring something?

She put on her coat and buttoned it. Her cell phone buzzed again.

Seven. A bottle of wine. Leave your panties at home.

Heat trickled through her and she shoved her cell phone into her pocket with a guilty smile when Rosalie walked into reception. “Ready?”

“Yes.” She followed Rosalie out of the office.

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“Hi, you look nice.” Jace kissed her on the cheek and hung up her coat before taking the bottle of wine from her.

“Thanks.” Bria followed him into the kitchen. “It smells delicious in here.”

“I’m an excellent cook. Just one of my many talents.” Jace opened the bottle of wine and poured her a glass.

“Yes, many.” She took a sip of wine and squeaked in surprise when Jace put his arm around her and squeezed her ass through her jeans.

“No panties. That’s my good girl.” He gave her a smug smile.

“You don’t know I’m not wearing panties.” She poked him in the chest.

He nuzzled her throat and rubbed her ass. “I can’t feel any panty lines.”

“Maybe I’m wearing a thong.”

“Are you?”

She hesitated. “No.”

He purred and she purred back. He rubbed his nose against hers before kissing her until she was moaning and clutching at his arms. “Why don’t we go to your bedroom?”

“Food first, then fucking.” He nipped her bottom lip.

“How about fucking, then food, then more fucking?”

He laughed. “Tempting, but the sauce will burn, and then I’ll have to order pizza, and I’ve had pizza way too many times this month already.”

She pouted at him. “Fine. What can I do to help?”

“Can you chop up some peppers for the sauce?”

“Yep.”

“Thanks.” He kissed her again and then set her up at the island with a chopping board, knife and two yellow peppers.

“How was your day?” He was browning the meat and he raised his voice to be heard over the sizzle.

“Good. Busy. How did the showings go?”

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