Free What Janie Wants by Rhenna Morgan Page A

damned many levels, yes, but mmmm. The man knew how to use his hands.
    He massaged in the last of the lotion and finished off with a teasing pinch to her nipples. His lungs rose and fell in a deep, ragged pattern. “Gonna have to schedule another private tour tomorrow. Can’t finish what I want to do to you in fifteen minutes.”
    And wasn’t that a pity. Another minute and she’d have forgotten about Pedro, the ocean, and anything else in a five-mile area.
    He swung himself off her hips and reclined against the raised hull. “Come on over here and lean back on me. If I keep a head-on view of you in the sun like that much longer I'll get us into more than Pedro bargained for.”
    The idea shouldn’t thrill her as much as it did, but the way he looked at her, hungry and ready to toss caution to the wind, fired a heady confidence she’d never felt before.
    She crawled toward him, her bare breasts tight and sensitive to each sway of the boat. Settling between his legs, she laid her back against his chest. A long, easy sigh rolled past her lips, tension from the last nine months and God only knew how many years before vaporizing with it.
    He gripped her hips and nuzzled her ear. “You’re fucking gorgeous. How you don’t know that is beyond me.”
    He sure as heck made her feel that way. Riviera royalty gorgeous. She stretched a little more, angling to the glorious sun.
    He tightened his hold. “Talk to me.”
    “ You get me almost naked on the ocean, work me up, and then ask me to talk?”
    “ The only way I’ll make it to shore is if you keep my dirty mind occupied.”
    She smiled big enough, her cheeks protested. “Well. Wouldn’t want your dirty mind to start something it can’t finish. So, what can we talk about?” She wiggled her butt and teased his hard cock pressed against her back.
    He hissed and thrust his hips against her.
    God, she should be ashamed. “So, you sold your business. What’s your next step from here?”
    He huffed out a harsh laugh, and his warm breath brushed the back of her neck. “Well, that’s one topic to derail my hard-on.”
    “ What?” She tried to turn, but Zade held her in place.
    “ It’s fine. I’m joking. Mostly.”
    “ I didn’t mean to bring up something that bothered you.”
    “ Not a bother so much as a frustration.” He relaxed beneath her and massaged her shoulders in languid strokes. “I’m mad as hell at myself for signing the deal as it is, but they put a non-compete clause in the contract. I can’t engage in any competing business for two years.”
    He paused for a minute. “I was so caught up in someone wanting to buy the business I’d built…so overwhelmed with what I saw as success, that I didn’t realize I was cutting myself short in the long run. Not to mention, they’d crater what I’d created.”
    “ A non-compete that’s defendable?” She covered his hands with hers. “No, way. My husband, I mean my ex -husband’s, been doing contract law in Texas for years. That’s got to be one of the hardest clauses to defend. Particularly when you’re dealing with a person’s livelihood. They can’t tell you that you can’t work anymore. Even if the clause was defendable, you could do a new spin on your company. Teach other people how to do what you do. Or find a different, unique environment for your photo shoots. There’s always a way to work it. Just talk to your lawyer. The laws can’t be that much different in California.”
    “ California?”
    She peeked up at him. “That’s where you live, right? You said the company that bought you out is from California, so I assumed—”
    The boat rose and crashed on a steep wave and jiggled her breasts. She shrieked, cupped them, and giggled like a sixteen-year-old. “Okay, the sun feels good, but that’s a downside.”
    Zade covered her hands and growled near her ear. “Trust me when I tell you, that was not a downside. Hell, I hope it’s choppy sailing from here to shore.”
    She