Jason froze.
The hand holding the wine over Anna's glass stilled as his gaze caught hers. He cursed under his breath.
“Don't do that,” he exhaled, voice raspy, setting the bottle down.
Anna watched as he adjusted in his chair, pulled his suit jacket off and hung it on the chair back.
“Don't do what?” She asked, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
She ignored the spread of food on the table.
“What you're doing, Princess.”
He took a sip from his glass. “You're playing with fire, darling, and as much as I'd love to teach that mouth a lesson… let's get something in you, yeah?”
Anna's voice dropped to a breathy whisper, the area between her thighs throbbing. “I want you in me.”
“Jesus, Anna, I'm trying to be a gentleman here.”
Anna leaned forward, fluttered her lashes. “We both
