Page 87 of Her Defiant Warrior

I like that.

This time he nibbled her clit and she started to chant his name as he gently moved his fingers until she jerked wildly.

Found it!

He caressed her G-spot as he sucked her clit.

Again.

Again.

Again.

“Jase!”

Her hips careened upwards, as she screamed out, her orgasm taking over. He moved his arm fast, and when her ass dropped back down, she landed on his hand, not hard granite.

Jase picked her up and cradled her against his chest. It took long minutes for Bonnie to catch her breath.

“I really like your kitchen,” she said. “Now I want to tour your bedroom.”

Jase laughed.

* * *

“You paid for the food online, I want to give the delivery guy an extra tip,” Bonnie insisted.

“Bonnie, there’s not a chance in hell that I’m going to let you open my front door to some stranger after dark. That’s just not happening.”

Jase went to the front door and tipped the pizza delivery girl an extra ten and took the two pizzas, wings and brownies from her. He also grabbed the UPS notice off the front of the door and brought it all to the dining room table.

“You know, we haven’t christened your dining room table yet,” Bonnie purred.

“First food, then christening,” Jase smiled. “But I got to tell you, I love your enthusiasm. He looked over at the woman who was walking around in his T-shirt and grinned. She was absolutely perfect. Except for liking pineapple on her pizza.

“Why don’t you get the plates and the silver wear, and I’ll get everything opened up?” she suggested.

“Sounds good.”

Jase headed to the kitchen and set down the notice next to the other stuff that he needed to go through later. That’s when he noticed it wasn’t a UPS notice. It was an envelope with his name written on it with a woman’s curly script.

“What the hell?”

He ripped it open.

“How about before you read that, I name a couple of sexual acts that we haven’t tried out yet, and you choose one? And in return, you don’t read the letter?” Bonnie asked hopefully as she entered the kitchen.

Jase looked down at the letter and read Bonnie’s name at the bottom.

“Is this a ‘Dear John’ letter?” Jase asked her.

“Not even close.”

“Then why can’t I read it?” he asked.

“Because I sound like I’m in junior high school, and I kind of want you to think better of me.”

Jase watched as she bit the end of her thumb.