Free Reinventing Jane Porter by Dominique Adair

brown eyes that were usually so hard, guarded were open, trusting. A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth, and she couldn’t resist pressing her lips to his. They were soft, gentle against hers. Her tongue slipped out to lick at the seam of his mouth. His tongue met hers and all gentleness dissolved away.
    She moaned when he sucked her tongue. His teeth tugged on her lower lip, and she squirmed closer.
    Her fingers tangled in his hair and her hips began to move. He groaned as if he were wounded when she pressed against his erection.
    His hands landed on her thighs, and he pushed her skirt up. When he moved his hand between her thighs, his mouth muffled her sigh. His fingers slipped into her pussy, and she thrust against his hand.
    “You’re so wet, so sweet,” he spoke against her lips. “Fuck, Jane. If I don’t get inside you soon I’m going to lose it.”
    “Hurry, please.”
    He reached for his zipper, but Jane stopped him.
    “Let me.”
    It took some interesting gyrations but finally she managed to free him. He groaned when she took him in her hand.
    “I want you to scream for me, Belleza .” His hands latched onto her waist. “Let everyone hear how I make you feel—”
    A soft beep interrupted him, and he cursed.
    “What was that?”
    Putting a hand to his ear, he muttered something in Spanish. His expression turned dark and his body tensed beneath her. Whatever was going on, it didn’t appear to be good news.
    “I’m outside, and I’ll be there in a minute.” He dropped his hand.
    “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”
    “There is something I need to take care of, but it’s nothing you need to worry about.”
    “Are you sure?” She scrambled off his lap.
    “Yes, I’m sure.” He struggled to stuff his erection back into his pants. “Let me walk you back to the house.”
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    “I’d rather stay out here if you don’t mind.” She nodded toward the crowded terrace. “It’s so nice and peaceful out here and I don’t feel like facing the madness quite yet.”
    “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.” His sharp gaze scanned the area.
    “Just give me ten minutes. I’ll be in shortly.” She smiled up at him.
    “And you promise me you won’t leave this area?” He seemed distracted, his mind already on
    whatever task awaited him.
    “I won’t.” She lifted her foot and wiggled her bare toes. “See, no shoes.”
    “I see that.” He kissed her cheek. “If I don’t see you inside in the next ten minutes, I’m coming to find you.”
    He walked away, his long stride covered the distance to the house much faster than when they’d walked out. Then again, he wasn’t wearing the most ridiculous shoes in the world.
    Taking a deep breath, Jane exhaled slowly. She hadn’t lied about needing a few minutes alone. The events of the past day and half were catching up to her, and she was beginning to wind down. Tired or not, she didn’t regret a second of it. She’d met two amazing men who’d not only fulfilled her dreams, but they’d far exceeded them. Few women would ever be able to indulge in absolute decadence as she had this weekend.
    It’s almost over…
    In the morning it would be over and what then? Would it be too bold if she asked them to continue the relationship? Would they want to?
    She sighed. What was the proper etiquette for a situation such as this? She would bet Ms. Manners had never faced a situation as difficult as this-
    “Hello, Jane.”
    Startled, she looked up. A strange man dressed as Henry the Eighth stood in front of her. With a mask covering most of his face, she didn’t recognize him immediately, but the voice was vaguely familiar.
    “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
    “I’m not surprised you’d forget me so soon, not with two men to keep you satisfied.”
    Her eyes widened when he removed the mask. It was Peter.
    “Maybe it has nothing to do with them.” Squinting, she scanned the