Seducing Jane Porter (5 page)

She stood where he’d left her, impatience written across every inch of her delicious body. When she saw him walking toward her, she relaxed against the counter and began inspecting her flawless fingernails as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Antonio was right, it was past time to claim this woman and show her who wore the pants in their sexually charged relationship.

“Are you done with your manly duties?” Her tone was bored.

“For the moment.”

“Good, because now it’s time to straighten something out between us, bucko.” She pushed off from the counter. Her slim hands fisted and she braced them on her hips. “You’re not the boss of me. How dare you interrupt my conversation with that lovely man in the ballroom—”

Her voice dissolved into meaningless chatter to his ears as Jean Jacques fell headlong into her eyes. Deep and green, they were flecked with hints of soft brown. Long, thick lashes framed her lovely eyes and even though they were spitting darts at him, he wanted to lose himself in the warmth of her gaze.

Scarlet lips spat words at him but he didn’t hear them. He was too engrossed in her baby soft skin and the intriguing little blush that crept across her cheeks. Reaching out, he caught a lock of bright red hair. Tonight she wore it long and sleek like a waterfall. It was her hair that had caught his attention the first time he’d seen her.

As she shouted at him, the pale globes of her breasts danced to match her agitation. His gaze moved over her curvy figure. Her skirt was so short it was little more than a belt. Her stocking-clad legs were shapely and the sight of her black stilettos literally sucked the saliva from his mouth.

Lily was stunningly beautiful.

It wasn’t any wonder he’d lost his grip when he saw the Austrian duke eyeing his woman in the ballroom. The man almost had his face buried in her breasts and it was all Jean Jacques could do not to toss the little man across the ballroom.

Though, in her defense, Lily didn’t know she was Jean Jacques’, not yet at least. It was a situation he had every intention of correcting.

She poked him in the chest—hard.

“You’re not even listening to me,” she accused.

“When a man is confronted with such beauty, he cannot help but become distracted.”

Her gaze narrowed. “Oh, bugger off.” She moved to walk around him. “You’re impossible.”

Jean Jacques captured her by the shoulder and spun her around into his arms. It didn’t surprise him that she fit against him so perfectly. He’d known from the moment they’d met they were made for one another. Now he just had to convince her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she spluttered.

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.”

She started to protest and he made his move. His lips touched hers and she stiffened. She whimpered and his grip tightened. Lifting her off her feet, he propped her delicious ass on the edge of the counter.

His tongue licked at the tight seam of her mouth and she opened with a shiver. Her hands crept up to his chest to fist on his lapels. Sweeping his tongue over hers, her taste was intoxicating, more potent than the finest wine. His cock leapt to life when she nipped at his lower lip. A silky noise sounded from her throat and his pulse leapt in response.

She smelled of floral perfume and warm, aroused woman. For over a year she’d tormented him to the end of his very endurance and the victory of having her in his arms was sweet, very sweet indeed. He wanted to claw every scrap of clothing from her body and worship her from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes.

“I wanted to hit him,” he murmured. “I wanted to break him in half for daring to touch you.”

“He is very handsome.” Her voice was raw with need. “Any woman would consider him a prize to be won.”

His grip on her thighs tightened and he growled. “But not you,” he snarled. “Never you.”

Pulling her to the edge of the counter, he took her mouth in a kiss that was hard, almost punishing. Her arms came around him, her fingers locked in his hair. He winced when she tugged though he enjoyed the pain and pleasure combination.

“Someone may see us.” Her hungry fingers tore at his tie.

“They’ll be jealous,” he panted, “that it is me inside you, fucking your sweet pussy. Touching your breasts…”

Shoving his hand up her skirt, he tore her stockings and the delicate crotch of her panties. He was wild with the need to touch her, to feel her arousal against his hand.

“What if someone walks in?”

“Isn’t that part of the game? The allure of possibly being caught by a stranger as I fuck you?”

She moaned, her emerald eyes were dilated and her mouth was rosy from his kisses. Dipping his fingers into her cunt, he was pleased to feel she was already wet.

“Yes, I want someone to see us,” she panted.

Her eager fingers managed to undo his belt then open the fly. His cock sprang into her ready hands and they both groaned when her fingers closed around him.

“That’s what I want to hear.”

“Really?” Lily leaned away, her cheeks were flushed. “You’re an exhibitionist?”

“Among other things.”

Her green eyes widened. “You surprise me, Jean Jacques. I would’ve never guessed that of you.”

He nibbled on her lower lip while his finger began to slowly fuck her sweet pussy.

“We all have our secrets,” he murmured. “Now, are you just going to stand there with my cock in your hand or would you like to make his acquaintance?”

A slow smile touched her lovely mouth, and she gently squeezed his cock. Her grip was firm and knowledgeable as she began moving her hand in slow, gentle strokes. The rush of lust to his crotch was dizzying, and when she licked her lips, he knew he was in serious lust.

“So, my big man was jealous of that Austrian boy?”

He didn’t miss the tone of satisfaction in her voice. Her thumb caressed the sensitive head of his cock, and he was afraid he’d spill himself right then and there. Damn woman, she was going to think he was an untried schoolboy. His teeth gritted, and he threw back his head when she settled into an easy rhythm.

“I like that,” she purred. “Knowing you don’t want any other man touching me, kissing me.”

With her other hand, she cupped his balls, giving them a dainty jiggle and a gentle squeeze. Her fingers were magic and he felt as if he’d fly apart. His breathing increased.

“I have to admit, I do wonder if Antonio is a good kisser. I mean, the man has a magnificent mouth—”

Rage warred with lust. How dare she hold his cock and allow another man’s name to pass her lips. His chin came down and he pinned her with an affronted glare.

“You will speak of no other man than me,” he commanded.

Her eyes narrowed and he knew she was pissed.

“You did not just say that to—”

Grabbing her by the hips, he picked her up. She gasped and reached for his neck to keep her balance. Swinging her around, they hit the wall with a thud, his cock nestled against her sweet pussy.

“Do you hear me?” he growled.

“Y-yes.”

With a roar, he entered her with the clumsy grace of an animal in rut. Together they moaned as his cock descended into her lush cunt. She was liquid silk surrounding him, pulling him down into the carnal darkness. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she arched her back, pressing her pussy into him, her clit in direct contact with his raging cock.

“No man will touch you ever again, Lily.” He growled as his hips began to thrust. “No man but me.”

A long, hungry sigh was her response.

“You’re mine, you will give yourself to me.”

“Yes.” Her voice was high and thin. “I’m yours, Jean Jacques.”

Burying his face in her throat, his mind went blank of everything except the woman trapped between him and the wall. His cock slid in and out of her sweet cunt, and his breath hissed through his teeth. Her capitulation was enough to send him over the edge all too soon. His release tore through him in a tidal wave of heat, and a hoarse cry exploded from his mouth.

Beneath him she tightened, her body spasmed around his, drawing out his release. Her breathy cries mingled with his and his hips slowed.

The moment passed and Jean Jacques felt both elated and drained. He raised his head high enough so that their foreheads touched. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing hard. Never had she looked more beautiful to him.

She might be the death of him, but at least he’d die a very happy man.

Do it.

She licked her lips. Isn’t this what she came here for? To find a man who was willing to explore the boundaries of her sexual dark side? Sexually, she was a starving woman.

Her stomach clenched as her restless fingers stroked the soft leather. It was lovely, fine red leather with crystal studs. Most of the ones she’d seen downstairs were plain leather in a variety of colors though she hadn’t seen any with studs such as these.

Brushing her nail over one of the studs, she frowned. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear the crystals were diamonds. Her nose wrinkled. What kind of person could afford a diamond collar?

I want this.

Jane couldn’t deny she wanted to wear the collar. She wanted to walk downstairs and claim the birthday boy as her own. Using only his hands and voice in the most modest of ways, he’d managed to bring her right to the very edge of climax. Her lips quirked. She could only imagine what he could accomplish with his mouth or his cock.

She groaned and her fingers tightened on the collar until the studs bit into her palm.

“Oh, fuck it.”

In the back of her mind she thought she heard laughter as she secured the collar around her throat. The leather was butter soft against her skin. Even though she’d never worn a collar, it felt oddly right, almost comforting.

Mustering her courage, Jane rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Fear wouldn’t serve her well this weekend so it was time to let it go and follow the demands of her starving libido.

Making quick work of removing the pins from her hair, Jane brushed out the long golden strands. Casting a critical eye over her appearance, she replaced the mask. The other ladies sported much shorter garments than hers. Wasn’t this weekend about fantasy? About pushing the envelope and embracing her sexual side?

Taking the skirt by the waistband, she turned it under several times until the hem reached mid-thigh. The corset had created an amazing amount of a cleavage for a woman who’d always considered herself shortchanged in that area. An added bonus was her artificially flat abs. Granted, a bit of excess flesh appeared around her waist but it was nicely camouflaged by the skirt.

Screw stomach crunches, she could live with wearing a corset for the rest of her life if it meant she could still have her cake and eat it too.

Grinning, she slathered on a fresh coat of lipstick then blew a kiss at her reflection. With her heart pounding, she exited the bedroom and headed for the party.

The scent of food made her stomach rumble. Inside the ballroom the lights were up and people were eating and socializing. The tables were crowded and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. She was hungry, but Jane doubted her nerves would allow her to eat.

Walking through the room, her gaze scanned the crowd but there was no sign of Antonio. Large French doors stood open at the far side of the room and the party had spilled out onto the stone terrace.

White lights twinkled in the ornamental trees and candles on tiny tables added to the illusion of privacy and seduction. Dozens of people occupied the area, but she didn’t see the man she sought. Disappointed, she started to leave when the hair on the back of her neck prickled.

Turning slowly, she spied him leaning against the stone railing. He was flanked by several women sporting clothing far more revealing than hers, not to mention they were younger than she by at least ten years.

Self-consciousness reared its ugly head and for a moment she wanted to walk away. Antonio could have the pick of any woman here why—?

It doesn’t matter how perky their collective breasts are, he chose me.

Lifting her chin, she approached Antonio and her gaze locked with his. Liquid heat rolled across her skin. A dark gleam entered his shadowed eyes and a surge of triumph raced through her.

She’d made the right decision.

“Excuse me, ladies.” She placed a hand on his arm though their gazes never shifted. “I need to steal your companion as we have business together this evening.”

“And the next.” His tone was amused.

“Well, we’ll see about that.” She smiled.

A woman dressed in a pink corset jostled Jane, breaking her eye contact with Antonio.

“Look here, blondie—”

“Ladies, it has been a distinct pleasure talking with you.” Antonio pushed away from the rail. “I must leave you as Ms. Porter and I have a prior engagement so I will bid you good evening.”

“Tony—”

“Thank you for keeping him, amused, while he waited.” Jane slid her hand into his arm and flashed them a wide smile. “It’s much appreciated.”

Together, they walked away arm in arm.

“You’re very cheeky.” His hand covered hers.

“I’m a woman on a mission. By surrounding you they became collateral damage.”

Tipping his head back, Antonio laughed heartily and Jane smiled.

“I was glad to see you walk in,” he said. “I think they were plotting on how to grab me and secret me up to a bedroom.”

“
Mmm
, I wouldn’t be too worried if I were you.” She gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “You strike me as man who can take care of himself.”

“We’ve known each other such a short time and already you know me well.”

“I see you’ve managed to ferret out my name,” she said. “So much for the mask.”

“When I see something I want, I let nothing stand in my way of learning what I need.”

A shiver ran down her spine.

“Are you always this resourceful?”

“I’d like to think so.” He smiled and her stomach clenched again. “Can I interest you in something to eat?”

“No, I don’t think I could eat anything right now. I think I’d like to go straight for….dessert.” Her voice cracked, and she mentally cursed. She could only hope he didn’t notice she was shaking from head to toe.

“A woman after my own heart.”

He escorted her from the ballroom to the grand staircase. With every stair her ability to make conversation diminished. By the time they reached the second floor, Jane was sure her tongue was permanently glued to the roof of her mouth.

“Nervous?” he asked.

Mute, she nodded.

“It’s important for you to remember nothing will happen that you don’t approve.” His voice was deep and reassuring. “In every master and submissive relationship, it is the submissive who’s in command.”

He opened a door then stepped aside to allow her to enter. It was a large room with a towering four-poster bed on one side and a spacious fireplace on the other. A plush couch was situated before the fire and French doors led outside to a balcony.

“Can I interest you in a glass of wine?” he asked.

“That would be lovely.”

“Red or white?”

“White, please.” Jane drifted toward the fireplace. The scent of burning wood was soothing.

“This is from my father’s vineyards.” He opened a small refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. “I think you will find this to be more than satisfactory.”

“How did your family get into the wine business?”

“My great grandfather started working at the winery when he was seven years old. Fifteen years later he married the owner’s daughter and here we are today.”

“Sounds like a romance novel.” Jane sank onto the couch and kicked off her shoes. “Love among the vines.”

“They were totally devoted to one another.” Antonio offered her a glass. “My father said his grandfather never looked at another woman other than his wife.”

“What a novel idea.” Jane took the glass. “Thank you.”

She took a sip and the crisp, white wine was exquisite. Tart yet mellow at the same time.

“Good?”

“This is lovely, thank you.”

“I’ll pass that along to my father.” Antonio sat on the couch next to her. Even from inches away she could feel the heat emanating from his big body.

“What made you so cynical, Jane?”

Cynical? She took another sip of her wine. Was it cynical to learn from a painful lesson? Her track record with men wasn’t exactly a shining example of true love and fidelity.

“I’m practical, there’s a difference.” She shrugged.

“Semantics.” His gaze pierced hers. “So tell me, Jane Porter, how did you come to be here this weekend?”

Grateful he let the subject drop, she turned to faced him.

“My business partner did the party planning for the weekend. We own an event planning business and we plan parties, weddings, any sort of event someone might need assistance with.”

“Have you been to one of Dirk’s parties before this?”

“No.”

“And did you know what you were getting into?”

Her mouth went dry when his tone dipped even lower. The setting was incredibly intimate and Jane was both terrified and turned on.

“Yes.”

“Indeed.” He smiled. “And to think I’d pegged you as being quite…innocent.”

“I am thirty-six years old, Mr. Villareal, there are very few things of which I’m innocent.”

“
Touché.
” His smile was lazy, intimate. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Jane.”

“Thank you.” To her horror she felt her cheeks heat.

“Don’t go all shy on me now.” He chuckled. “You have a regal air about you. A real ‘don’t touch me’ essence. I’ll bet men flock to you.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Her heart was pounding so hard she was afraid he’d hear it.

“You appear so cool with that blonde hair, but I detect a simmering fire beneath the surface. You are a woman of great passion and desire, are you not, Jane Porter?”

She loved how he said her full name as if it were only her first.

“I’m struck by an overpowering desire to kiss you.”

Her breath caught and a warm cascade of arousal trickled through her body. All of her life she’d been told she was pretty, but in his eyes, for the first time ever, she felt beautiful.

“So what’s stopping you?” Her voice came out in a husky whisper.

“My stepmother.” A smile hovered over his firm lips.

Jane blinked.

“She was determined that I have good manners and she would scold me if she knew the thoughts running through my mind right now.” He put his wineglass on the table behind the couch. “From the moment you entered the ballroom, all I could think about was how much I wanted to claim you as my own.”

A strangled sound escaped her throat and she almost dropped her glass in her haste to touch him. Setting it on an end table, she reached for him.

“You’re an impulsive woman.” Antonio pulled her into his lap. “I like that.”

“Not normally.” Her laugh was nervous.

She placed her hands on his big chest and once again a rush of nerves stole her ability to speak. He was so big, much bigger than he appeared from the other end of the couch. His thighs were rock hard and the bulge of his erection against her hip was unmistakable. The spicy, faintly musky scent of his skin set her nerves to dancing and her head grew light. She bit her lower lip and his gaze dropped to her mouth.

“A submissive must be prepared to bend her will to that of her master’s.” His hand settled on her thigh.

“I’m not looking for happily ever after,” she blurted.

His dark brow arched as he considered her words. Silently she cursed her wayward tongue.

“I see,” he said. “Would you like me to be your master this evening?”

She nodded.

“And in the morning you will decide if you to be my submissive for the rest of the weekend?”

She nodded again.

“As you wish…”

His breath mingled with hers and the first touch of his lips was as soft as butterfly wings. Lightly his tongue caressed the seam of her mouth silently asking for entrance. Her lips parted and her tongue slid across his. The taste of wine and man rocked her world. A silken moan broke free.

Sliding his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her close. The stiff corset prevented her from feeling him, but the warmth of his body against her exposed flesh was heady. If she’d been standing her knees would be shaking. Her arms crept around his neck.

Their kiss was a dance of seduction and she sensed Antonio was holding back. Was he afraid of scaring her or was he giving her a way out? Did she want an easy escape?

Hell, no. She wanted this man to fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.

She nipped his lower lip and the response was immediate.

Antonio swung her around until her back was cushioned against his arm and the couch. His other hand slid under her skirt and along her thigh. When he broached the waist of her panties, her thighs automatically tightened.

“Relax, Jane,” he spoke against her lips. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want. Remember, this is your game.”

She tipped her head back allowing him better access to her neck. With his teeth, he tugged on the collar then moved up to nip her throat. A bolt of arousal stabbed at her core and her nails dug into his shoulders.