He slides his hand around my waist and pulls me hard against him as his lips brush over my ear. “You’re wearing it tonight at Redemption. I have a class to teach and I want you to watch.”

I look at him aghast. “I am not.”

“You are.”

“You want me to hang out with a bunch of fighters with a vibrator buzzing inside my panties?”

He licks his lips. “God, yes. I’m going to keep you on edge all evening, so when I f**k you at the end of the night, you’ll come so hard you’ll pass out.”

My lips quiver with a repressed smile. “Coming so hard I pass out isn’t really one of my lifetime goals. I didn’t even know it was possible.” I push myself higher on the pillows, away from him. I shouldn’t be tempted. Not at all. But the whole idea is so deliciously naughty and so deeply erotic, I can’t stop the beat of desire pulsing between my thighs.

“It is possible.”

“And you know this, how?” I don’t really want to know, but I do. Has he really made a woman come so hard she passed out?

The look he gives me is oh-so smug. “I read about it.”

I snort a laugh. “Nice. I’m glad to know you spend your time in worthwhile pursuits. Those are fantasies. Not real.”

He takes the butterfly from my hand and glides it down my body, skimming between my br**sts, over my belly, and then he rests it on my mound and makes it buzz, a little tease before he snatches it away. “Let’s find out. Even if you don’t pass out, I’ll bet it will still be freaking amazing.”

“You have a lot of faith in your abilities.” I tremble as he dangles it above me.

“I have a lot of faith in what will happen when I take control away from someone who doesn’t like to give it up.” Kneeling between my legs, Jake leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my mound. Oh God, yes. I hiss in a breath and part my legs by way of encouragement.

“You want my mouth, baby?”

My breath comes in short pants and I nod. Jake flicks his tongue over my clit and then sinks lower, slipping through my slick folds and then back up to torture and tease.

“Such a pretty pu**y,” he croons. “So goddam wet. I’m tempted to keep going, but…” He pushes himself to his knees. “I have a class to teach.”

A violent shudder racks my body, a protest at desire unfulfilled. “No. Don’t stop. You can’t stop now. Maybe you should warm me up.”

“I can stop, and I will.” He slides the elastic straps over my feet and up my legs, tightening them one at a time around each thigh before he fastens the elastic around my waist. As the soft plastic vibrator comes in contact with my throbbing clit, I let out a whimper and my body arches. I’m so close, if he turns it on now…

“None of that.” He slaps my thigh hard, diverting my attention from the ache in my soaking wet sex to the sting on my skin.

“Three rules for tonight after we make a quick stop at your place.” He adjusts the position of the butterfly as I take long, deep breaths, trying to control the beat of my arousal.

“First, once you commit, there is no going back. If you leave your house wearing the butterfly, it doesn’t come off until I take it off.” He raises a questioning eyebrow and I nod my assent.

“Second, you can’t make yourself come. You come when I say you come.” I bite my lip and look away so he can’t see my face when I agree. That one might not be so easy.

“Third.” He strokes a finger down my cheek. “No begging.”

Affronted, I glare. “I don’t beg for sex, Jake.”

The look of pure unadulterated lust in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine.

“You will.”

Chapter 18

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

Redemption is hopping when we arrive. Every piece of equipment is in use, every training ring booked, and Shayla has had to commandeer Sandy to help her manage all the waiting lists. The regulars wave when we walk in, but my attention is focused on Jake’s hand, casually tucked into the pocket of his jeans where he has secreted the remote control.

“Gotta get changed, baby.”

“I’ll go wait for you in the studio.”

He gives me a soft kiss. “Wait for me here.”

“Okay.”

Buzz. The butterfly vibrates gently against my clit. I suck in a sharp breath and glare over my shoulder.

“Seriously?”

Jake lifts an eyebrow. “Reward for good behavior. I like it when you do what I say.”

“Lucky me to find myself a rough, gritty fighter who is into kinky sex. My parents wanted me to go out with a doctor or lawyer. But no. I had to have you.” I press a kiss to the side of his neck, and he rumbles a warning low in his throat.

“Behave. I know what you’re up to.”

“Mmmmm.” I nuzzle his neck, inhaling his delicious scent of sex and soap and me. “What am I up to?”

“Level 2.”

The vibrator jumps to life, more intense than before and my hands tighten around his neck as I try to breathe through my desperate need to come.

“Not funny,” I pant, resting my forehead against his chest.

He strokes his hand down my hair. “Maybe not funny, but very amusing and so damned f**king hot I don’t know how I’ll get through my class.”

Jake leaves the vibrator on its lowest setting for the duration of his jiu-jitsu class, and I am forced to endure not only the maddeningly gentle buzz, but also sitting on the floor watching Jake teach in his gi. I try not to think about how hot he looks when the gi opens as he demonstrates a move or how kind and patient he is with his students. I also try not to think about orgasms and how good they feel and how many seconds are in each minute until the class is done.