The First Night (Book 1 of The Jason Vance Series)

Every morning, she brings him coffee. Every morning, the kiss lingers a little longer. And every morning, Jason watches the way his mother’s body responds to his quiet commands — the flush on her skin, the way she lowers her eyes, the way she stays exactly where he tells her to. She still wears the ring he gave her. A beautiful sapphire that sits on her finger like a claim. She tells herself it’s just a gift from her son. But deep down, she knows better. ... He backed her against the polished wooden railing… Slowly, deliberately, he peeled the dress downward. The fabric slid over her full breasts, catching on her stiff, dark nipples before releasing them. Cool air kissed her bare skin. Her heavy breasts spilled free… Now she stood in nothing but her soaked lace panties. ... He brought her left hand up between them, turning it so the sapphire ring caught the morning light. Ava’s cheeks flushed deep red. She tried to pull her hand back on instinct, suddenly shy under the weight of his ga