Jane Millionaire

She wanted his touch, his caresses, his breath as the very air she breathed.

He gave her all those things and more.

Occasional moonbeams illuminated his naked body above her, casting a surreal glow to his skin.

A God. He looked like some Greek God come to earth for a night of earthly passion. She whimpered as he kissed, suckled, touched, stroked, tasted every pore on her skin. When she knew she was going to cry out if he didn’t fill her body with his hard shaft, his mouth took hers, capturing any sound she might have made.

Now, she mentally begged. Oh, please now.

As if he could read her thoughts, his hardness nudged her slick, wet folds, separating her mound of hot flesh. He clasped her fingers with his and pushed their locked hands down on either side of her head as he rose above her and thrust inside.

Deep. Hard. A shiver passed over her skin, and she wondered what he was feeling as he held his passion under tight reign. Did he feel the completeness, the oneness of their connected bodies?

His hips moved, slowly at first as he drove his thick length full hilt into her time and again, filling her with him. Then, his rhythm picked up speed and intensity. Her body and heartbeat matched his pace as his pelvis’ pistoning movement swept her sanity far, far away to a fantasyland where she was a real princess being eternally claimed by Prince Charming.

As much as it scared her, Rob was her Prince Charming--the only man for her.

Her breath caught as swirls of heat began to gyrate in her boiling center. Tiny bursts of electricity exploded, each one gaining momentum until Jill just knew she was going to explode like a fourth of July fireworks display.

Then she did.

Her back arched high off the bed, her hands clamped tight to his, her heart hammered. She gasped for breath that seemed impossible to catch as wave upon wave of sweet spasm rocked her.

Just as her inner thighs clenched with the peak of her orgasm, Rob covered her mouth with his and blew his breath into her, filling her empty lungs as he came with her. Hard.

Ohmygod. Oh. Yes. Yes. Yes.

She held his intoxicating air inside her lungs until heady dizziness overtook her. Still, she kept the life-sustaining air he’d given her until her chest threatened to burst.

When her breath released in a soft, swift gush, sizzling quivers sent her over the edge again, falling right into one amazing orgasm after another.

Rob’s gentle, searching kiss told her she wasn’t alone in the needy-for-reassurance emotional aftermath of the most phenomenal experience of her life.

How was she supposed to choose a bachelor when her heart had made its choice and no other man would ever do?

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“I can not do this.” Isabella informed JP moments after he entered her suite.

“Why not?”

Funny, he did not seem as upset as she had thought he would.

“Because this is wrong and I can not see the purpose of my interrupting your show. What difference could it possibly make for me to show my face? Your show has been a success in your country. My appearance would only cause pain to your Jane Millionaire.”

And possibly to Jeff. Had he fallen in love with the beautiful “Jane”?

JP shrugged. “Okay, if you don’t want your moment in the spotlight, that’s fine with me.”

“Really?” Not in her wildest dreams had she envisioned her conversation with JP going this well. She had expected to have to plead with him.

“Sure, but I have to admit, you surprise me.”

There the man went with his disgusting cigar. Did he think she did not know he snuck and smoke when he was in his rooms? Did he think her staff not loyal to her, their princess?

“Why?”

JP laughed, walking over to look at an antique, gold inlayed snuffbox her father had given her as a gift. “Well, you’re missing your chance with Kensington, for one thing.”