Stitched Up Heart (Combat Hearts Book 1) by Tarina Deaton

caught sight of Bree standing at the door.
    Shit. Jase. Jason. Jase. Holy hell.
    Bree stared wide-eyed as he handed Carol the papers in his hand and marched toward her. Too late, she took a step back. “Not this time,” he said. Jase bent, put his shoulder to her stomach and lifted her up in a fireman’s carry. He turned and stalked back to his office.
    “Jason Michael Larken! Your mother raised you better than that!” Carol hollered. Bree raised her head to see Carol come around her desk, stand with her hands fisted on her hips, and stamp her foot. If she wasn’t in shock from being thrown over his shoulder and carried off like some caveman’s conquest, Bree might have laughed at the sight of the genteel, southern lady stamping her foot.
    Jase slammed the door to his office and turned and hefted Bree off his shoulder just enough to get an arm under her ass and brace her against the wall. His other hand went to the nape of her neck where he forcefully grabbed a handful of hair.
    Bree didn’t know whether to be scared or turned on – maybe a little of both. Okay, maybe a lot of both. She wiggled her hips, trying to get her feet on the ground.
    “Let me down,” she demanded.
    Jase ground his pelvis into hers to stop her movements.
    “Be still,” he ordered her. “You’re lucky I don’t bend you over my desk while I spank your pretty ass for bailing on me.”
    “Like hell.” She continued to struggle, but her mind and body betrayed her. The image he put in her head ramped up her slow-burning arousal to Mach speed. Her legs spasmed and he pressed their bodies impossibly closer. She gave in and, rather than let her legs dangle uselessly, wrapped them around his hips.
    “Yeah?” Jase breathed against her neck while he rocked his hips into hers. “You like that idea? I would have done that to you Saturday morning. Spanked your ass pink then kissed every silky inch of your body. But you left. Without leaving your number. Why’d you leave, Bree?”
    Jase’s words turned her blood into molten lava in her veins. Bree arched her neck back, giving him room to drag his teeth up the sensitive column of her neck. She was senseless to everything except the orgasm that had been building for close to a week from dreaming of him. And he wanted her to think? Now?
    Jase stopped moving his hips and used the hand in her hair to force Bree to look at him, his gaze intense and demanding.
    “Answer me, Bree.”
    “I don’t do that. I don’t go home with guys. It was awkward.”
    Jase started moving his hips again, rubbing the seam of his jeans against her sweet spot, continuing to build the friction. “Does this feel awkward?” he asked in a low voice.
    “No,” Bree whispered on an exhale, doing her best to ride his hips.
    “Are you going to come for me Bree?” he whispered against her lips.
    She felt like a horny teenager, dry humping on her parents’ couch. Except she was pinned to a wall and her legs were wrapped around Jase’s trim waist. Yes, she was going to come.
    Jase engulfed her mouth. His tongue invaded and she groaned as her orgasm exploded through her. Finally. Her legs spasmed around his waist and her hips surged against his. The kiss – deep, claiming – continued for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a minute before Jase pulled back enough to look into her eyes.
    Before he could say anything, a buzzer sounded on his desk and Carol’s voice came over the intercom in a staged whisper. “Jason Larken, I don’t know what you’re doing to that poor girl, and I don’t want to know, but you quit it right this instant and get your hiney out here ‘cause your four-thirty appointment is here.”
    Bree pressed her lips together to suppress her laughter at six-foot-four Jase being scolded by little bitty Carol.
    “It’s not funny.”
    Bree smiled. “It kind of is.”
    “We’re not done with this conversation,” Jase said.
    “We didn’t actually have a conversation. You just threatened to