Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“Look, don’t fuck with me,” I snapped at Janus. Basic instincts also included irritation and anger. I didn’t have the energy to hold them back or gussy them up with polite feminine demureness. “Is there something going on between you two?”
“No!” he exploded. “Jesus, what do you think of me?”
“I don’t know. I never see you anymore!” I threw the hand not holding the railing into the air. “And I thought she left Italy last month.”
“She came back.” Janus said, hurrying to catch up so he was beside me on the narrow stairs. “I don’t know. She’s not getting the boost she hoped for off the last movie like Leander did? I think she’s hoping hitching onto Leander like a leech will help her get more scripts.”
The stairway opened into a hallway that Janus led me down. I followed because, well, where else was I gonna go? And he was saying the words I wanted to hear. But maybe he was just good at that. Some men were.
He suddenly turned the doorknob of a door in the hallway and pushed it open. Confidently, like he knew exactly where he was going. Except he also seemed surprised when it opened. He still strode right in.
“Janus, what are you—? Are we even allowed to be in here?”
I followed after him and looked around. The building was old, like everything here in Venice, with a huge, vaulted ceiling. It looked like some sort of library or study, with old leather-bound books lining the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. It was quiet and smelled exactly like you’d expect—like musty old books and rugs. All the furniture was antique, and the floor a dark burnished wood.
Janus just grinned at me. “Why not?”
Then he pulled me into the circle of his arms. “God, I’ve fucking missed you.”
He let his forehead fall to mine, nuzzling for just a moment like he was savoring my scent before finally dropping his lips onto my lips.
Damn this man. I forgot what I was mad about. I forgot everything except the feel of his lips on mine and the firm feel of his arms around me as he backed me against the wall.
I groaned low into his mouth. Yes. This was exactly what I’d come here for. Before I’d seen the she-bitch. Remembering why I’d been mad soured my thoughts again, but only for a second.
Janus’s explanation made sense. Of course Lena had come lurking on the hunt for Leander. She and Janus hated each other. I was being irrationally jealous because my hormones were all out of whack. And it would be stupid to waste this chance of finally having Janus to myself.
So I tossed my arms up around his neck and threw myself into him and the moment. His body was hard against mine.
And I did mean hard.
Yes, down there, but also his abs. And his biceps.
Both he and Leander had trained hard as they prepped for the movie, but Janus had apparently taken it to a whole different level since filming had begun. Meanwhile, I’d gotten used to Leander’s body the last few weeks while he hadn’t been able to train at all. So I’d gotten used to… softer.
Suffice to say, I noticed the difference when Janus put those rock-hard biceps of his to use, lifting me with his hands underneath my ass.
I shrieked a little before throwing my hand over my mouth. Janus nibbled at my fingers until I moved my hand back around his neck. And then he was devouring me with his mouth again. While his hand was moving my underwear beneath my skirt to the side—
“God, yes,” I hissed in his ear as I felt the tip of his cock against my wet sex. I’d worn the skirt for easy access. I’d been imagining a scene like this during the entire taxi ride here and even still I couldn’t have imagined it as hot as this. This gorgeous god of a man slamming me up against the wall and—
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he broke from my lips long enough to repeat. He locked eyes with me, making love to me with his eyes even as he fed his huge, hard dick into me.
And then, still without dropping his eyes, he held me against the wall with one strong arm and slapped my ass with the other.
The sound of his palm hitting my flesh was loud and echoey in the palatial, perfectly preserved room. What we were doing seemed even naughtier because of the age and history you could feel in the walls of the building.
“You like the feel of me spanking your ass, don’t you?” Janus growled through his teeth, and then he spanked me again. “You’ve missed your big ass jiggling when Daddy spanks you, haven’t you?”
My pussy spasmed around the cock he’d just finished spearing me with. I was pinned to the wall by his big dick and his one arm while he spanked me again with his other hand. And then another time.