Jase doesn't ask for things, the man demands them, "he planted both hands on her desk, pinning her tight. “Tonight,” he whispered into her ear. “My place. Grilled shrimp.” Sometimes the things that come out of Cassie's mouth just doesn't come out right, “no,” she groaned. “I need out of these jeans.” Jase’s eyes took on a lusty sheen, and Cassie realized her mistake. “That came out wrong. I mean—” Boy did I loved this book, I can't wait to see if clint gets one as well.
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