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When I wake up in the dark, I feel beside me and find the bed is empty.

Getting up, I use the bathroom, and when I come out, I can’t find my phone. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember having my phone after the last message from my very angry husband.

I wonder where he is.

When I walk out into the suite, I find Jase standing at the window. He has absolutely nothing on.

When I gasp, he turns around. His face holds no expression, none, and I am honestly a little afraid.

As he slowly walks toward me, I blurt out, “What time is it? Have you talked to the girls? Where’s my phone? Where is Mimi?”

“What’s my name?” he asks, avoiding every question I ask.

“Jase, I’m—”

“The Jase, baby. Today, my name is The Jase.” He narrows his eyes at me.

“No.”

“Oh yes. Oh … fucking …yes.” His hands are on my hips, and then he swiftly turns me around. “Gonna love this victory party.”

“No. Nope. Not until …” I gasp when he cups me from the front.

“Girls are fine, Mimi left hours ago, and your phone is in my possession until I have collected my … prize.”

I try to stop him. “Jase—”

“The Jase.”

“You are … Oh hell,” I sigh when he pushes his finger under my panties. “I am not ready.”

“You are. You’re nice and wet,” he says as he rubs his finger back and forth, just between my folds.

“I need time to process,” I tell him.

“Not gonna happen. You’re gonna beg me,” he says, walking us toward the bedroom. “I mean, The Jase.”

“Jase,” I start, trying to muster up a fight, but then he pushes a finger inside me and I can’t help moaning.

“Love that sound, baby. The sound of me making you hot. But today, The Jase is gonna be selfish. After all, I won a bet.”

His lips are on my neck before I can tell him he’s incapable of being a selfish lover, remind him, bring him back to a reality where he does not stand in the middle of the room butt-ass naked, demanding me to call him The Jase.

“Oh God.” Another finger pushes into me and curls up.

“I’m gonna get you off really quick, and then you need to beg.”

“Damn you,” I groan as I grind against his hand, knowing my over-hormonal—yes, right now I am pretending it’s the hormones—self wants what he is offering.

“That’s right, baby, fuck that hand,” he says, still moving us forward toward the bathroom.

“What are you …? Oh, dammit,” I whimper as his thumb pushes against my clit.

“Take it, baby. I’m only offering this once. Come on my hand, come for yourself, and then, fuck, I’m going to ride you so hard,” he growls into my ear, and yes, yes, it’s fucking hot.

“Jase,” I whimper as I look behind me.

He gives me what I need. His mouth, his tongue, the sweet, contradicting roughness of his touch, and I fall apart on his hand, against his mouth.

“Fucking love you,” he says, pulling his hand away then putting his finger in his mouth, sucking me off them. “So fucking much.”

“Enough to back off this … insane bet?” I ask, hoping he says yes.

“If last night hadn’t happened, yeah. But it did, so no, not a chance.” He chuckles as he walks away and starts the shower. “Get naked, baby. The Jase needs you.”

“Unreal,” I grumble under my breath, trying to force myself to be pissed.

Do you know how hard it is to be pissed when you have just woken up to an insanely hot man, naked and waiting for you?

It’s hard.

Do you know how hard it is to be angry when said man just gave you an amazing orgasm seconds before you are trying to be mad?

It’s really, really hard.

“Take it off, take it off,” he chants adorably.

And I do.

Naked in the shower, he positions me under the stream of hot water, facing him. He then grabs my hair and pulls back so my head is positioned under the flowing water. His lips meet my neck, and then he runs his tongue up to chin as he begins massaging my hair.

If this is me losing a bet, I am so going to lose every one made in the future, on purpose.

When he is done scrubbing my head, he turns me around. “What’s my name, baby?”

I start to give him a dirty look, but I stop when he puts his mouth against my ear.

“A bet is a bet.”

“Fine, The Jase,” I say, annoyed.

“What do you want The Jase to do to you, Carly?” he asks in a sexy Jase voice.

“Stop making me call him The—”

“Need a reminder?” he asks, rubbing his finger up my thighs and between my legs, stopping … there.

“Jase,” I say, instinctively squeezing my butt cheeks together.

“The Jase,” he whispers, and I swear I hear him snicker.

When I look back, he rolls his tongue across his lower lip.

“Fine, The Jase. Please, oh God, please shove your big, old dick—”

“It’s not old,” he cuts me off, sounding offended.

“Dear God, Jase,” I scold. “I’m holding up my end of the …” I stop when he pushes me forward so I am bent over in front of him.

“Say it,” he demands, bending and kissing between my shoulders.

When I don’t respond, he kisses lower and lower.

“Say it,” he repeats, gripping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “Beg me, baby.”

Before I can say a word, I feel this tongue travel south, staying in that one little spot far longer than ever before. Then he pushes his finger inside my front and … sensation overload.

“Oh God.”

“The Jase,” he says, nipping my ass.

“The … The Jase,” I say as the heat inside me rises.

I feel his thumb press against my ass and gasp.

“Say it, baby.”

As his fingers curl inside me and the pressure builds against my ass, I gasp.

As he pushes in farther, fear of this … this act dwindles.

I arch my back against him, and he groans, pulling his fingers out of me and replacing them with his cock.

As he slowly pushes inside me, my knees begin to shake and I slap my hands against the shower wall to hold myself in place.

“Fuck, I want in farther, Carly Steel. Say it,” he groans.

He doesn’t wait for me to say anything as his finger, or thumb, or whatever it is pushes deeper into … all of me, and it’s … glorious.

“Fuck my ass!” I cry out.

“What the …?” he growls as he fucks me.

A finger in the ass, cock in my pussy … “Yes! Oh yes!” I cry.

“Shut the fuck up, baby, or I swear I’m gonna blow a hole through you,” he hisses as he fucks me.

“I want more!” comes out of my mouth.

I would be devastated, embarrassed, but it feels so good.

“What?” Jase gasps, and I look behind me.

His mouth is open, and he looks shocked, but I don’t care.

“I want more,” I repeat.

“Carly?”

“Jase, fuck my ass.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he hisses as he pumps in and out of me, and then there is more pressure.

“Oh God!” I cry.

“Tell me to stop.”

“It’s dirty and naughty, and I feel so overly full, and it’s wrong, Jase, so wrong, but I want it. I want you … everywhere.”

“You got it. Anything for you,” he says as he looks down at my ass. Then he pushes two fingers deeper inside.

“Yes! Oh, dear Lord, yes!”

“I. Am. One. Lucky. Mother. Fucker,” he says, pushing his rock-hard cock inside my pussy harder and faster.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

I cry out the most intense orgasm of my life.

And he doesn’t.

After our “shower,” I am wrapped in a robe and taken to bed where we lay and kiss and touch and smile and kiss some more.

“What got into you?” he asks before rubbing his tongue ring across my nipple.

“You,” I say on a sigh.

“I sure did.”

“It was intense. Very, very intense.” I reach around him and grab his rock-hard buns. “Want me to show—”

“Fuck. No,” he says, looking at me like I’m nuts.

It makes me laugh and him scowl.

“Why would you even ask that shit, Carly?”

I shake my head and smirk. “What?”

“I have never asked to fuck you in the ass because I prefer your nice, warm pussy. I know you and knew this shit would come up.”

“Well, then maybe you didn’t know it was something you craved,” I say, knowing he’s going to freak out.

“Crave? Baby, don’t you ever say shit like that to me,” he says, nipping my nipple.

“Well, then why would you have made the bet?”

“Never thought you’d actually beg,” he admits.

“But, you didn’t actually put it in my ass.” I state the obvious.

“I was two digits, knuckle deep, when your eyes almost rolled out of your head. Do you think that was really a good idea?” He looks at me like I’m nuts.

I shrug.

“I’ll fuck your ass, Carly. I’ll fuck it till you pass out.” He says it like a threat.

When I smirk, he shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“After you have our child.”

Smiling, I nod.

“Now, I’m gonna eat your pussy,” he says, throwing my robe open.

And he does.

In the car on the way home, I talk to Mimi. She is very apologetic. I make her promise to visit for Christmas, and she says she will. She actually acts excited.

Jase looks at me as I snuggle up to him.

“Thank you.”

He nods. “What my baby wants, she gets.”

I look up at him. “I want no more election talk.”

“I wanted none to begin with.”

“I heard you last night when you were talking to Giovanni. I understand why you voted the way you did. But my vote is mine—”

“Never an argument from me,” he says defensively.

“I know, I know,” I sigh. “I’m sorry about Mimi.”

“You have to deal with Zandor. I can handle her.” He winks.

“You know how much I love you?”

“Yeah, baby, I do. Forever Steel.”

I nod. “Forever Jase and Carly Steel.”

Then he kisses me, rubbing the metal ball up and down my tongue.

God, I love him.

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