Chapter 28

Janus

Just because an outfit is modest doesn’t mean it isn’t hot as fuck.

Needless to say, my thoughts are far from pure and professional right now. I’ve been waiting all afternoon to get Dani back to the apartment and get that dress off her.

Watching her smile as she drill Mahdi about my lost years reminded me of our last night in Athens. And that led to my current train of thought.

Luckily for her—and ultimately, me—I know a trick or two to wipe that smile off her face and replace it with something far more satisfying.

She’s standing at the dressing table, taking off her glasses and the dress earrings I had her wear, and asking me about the “next steps” and if my guys can “speed this up.”

I’m not having any of this.

I sidle up behind her and slide my arms around her waist. This body…

“I think,” I say, running my hands over her body slowly, “that the next step is to get you out of this dress.”

She leans her weight into my arms.

“Ah,” she answers coyly. “Is that your professional opinion?”

I start to kiss her neck, and she starts to breathe heavily. I love feeling this tight, controlled woman unravel.

“Definitely,” I murmur into her neck. “Absolutely. First step to uncovering any trafficking ring is always taking off the dress of a beautiful woman.”

She’s struggling to talk now, moaning a little. It doesn’t help that I’ve started to undo her zipper with one hand. I’m slowly moving the other hand towards her nipple.

This woman has so much power over me. It feels good to make her putty in my hands for a change. Actually, it just feels good to make her feel good.

I catch myself in my adoration. But my finger has found her nipple, and she is definitely moaning now.

I turn her around.

I push everything off the dressing table. There’s a smashing sound, but I can deal with that later.

With lips half open and looking at me hungrily, Dani clearly doesn’t care either.

I can take off a dress as quickly as I can forge a signature, and before you can say “Thierry Henry,” she’s standing in front of me in nothing but her tiny bra and panties—the way I like her.

But that’s not entirely true at all.

I like her naked and panting my name.

I pick her up bodily, and she gasps. I push her onto the dressing table and take her bra off in one quick movement.

The sunlight plays over her creamy skin. There are patterns and shadows from the windows dancing on her chest. Her nipples are soft beneath my tongue, and she gasps and moans, running her fingers over my back.

She tastes like mint and sweat. She’s trying to take off my shirt, but I’m not having any of that yet.

This is my circus, and I’m the ringmaster. I want her naked and begging in front of me before a single item of my clothing comes off.

That won’t take long, I think to myself as she starts to wriggle, moan, and growl under my fingers.

I adore how animalistic she is when she’s undone.

I run my fingers over her panties. They are soaked with desire.

I stand up and press my whole body against her. My cock twitches and throbs against her dripping pussy.

“Are you ready for me?” I whisper in her ear.

The sound that comes from her mouth almost makes me come here and now.

But I’m not finished torturing her.

“So ready,” she gasps out.

“Well, you’ll just have to be patient,” I whisper, pulling her hair at the exact spot on her scalp that turns her to putty.

There’s a low moan, in which my name gets tangled up in, and it fills the air between us.

Yes, that’s a start, I think, and return my mouth to her nipples.

I grab her ass with the other hand and start to stroke my fingers up and down the outside of her panties. I can feel her getting wetter and feel myself getting harder.

I need to be inside her like I need air.

It would be so easy, but no. I don’t think I’ve teased her enough. I don’t think I’ve punished her enough for that act of investigative journalism in the cafe.

I take my mouth off her nipple and kiss her hard.

I put one finger around her other nipple and pinch until she’s panting and squirming, biting me on the neck, and desperately trying to take my shirt off again.

With my other hand, I ease off her panties, and slide my fingers between the folds of her wet pussy.

God, she’s so excited.

And then, just as she’s getting really desperate, I slide my fingers into her quickly. She gasps my name again—I like that.

I reduce her to a quivering mess, right here on the dresser, moving in and out of her with my fingers, running my hand over her body, pinching her nipples.

I can feel her muscles against my fingers. I can tell she’s about to come. I stop completely and pull my fingers from her—grinning lopsidedly as I do. I’m still completely dressed, and she’s splendidly naked.

Did I mention those tits?

I’m pretty sure they were the real reason humanity fell from god’s good graces.

“Janus, you mother—”

I kiss her to shut her up and lift her up into my chest. Her legs wrap around my waist immediately, like it’s instinct for her at this point.

I lay her on the bed, and then I finally let her take my clothes off.

She’s so hungry and filled with lust that it takes only moments for her to strip me down. This woman is nothing, if not efficient.

It was amazing to tease her, but the feeling of my skin against hers is another level.

She tries to flip me over—she likes being on top—but this time, she’s going to have to deal with not being in control.

At long last, I put my cock at her wet pussy.

But I don’t push in; I’m not finished teasing yet. Instead, I slide in an out of her, barely pushing in half an inch.

She doesn’t break eye contact with me.

I lean over and kiss her neck, still teasing her, still hover inside her.

She bites my lip in frustration, and then I push in all the way—with purpose. And then neither of us can stop.

She’s wrapping her legs around my waist again and trying to force me in deeper with each thrust.

Our moans intertwine with one another like a melody of ecstasy and lust.

I feel her clench about me. Her body begins to tremble of its own accord, and Dani’s moans quickly turn to ragged breaths as she succumbs to me. She lets go completely and embraces the waves of pleasure that course through her.

And I too give in and let myself go.

My knees nearly give out on me when I do. A guttural growl, mixed with an ecstatic moan of my own, slips past my clenched teeth.

There’s a wonderful moment of bliss—pure euphoria—as I explode inside her, and she does everything she can to pull me deeper. Every muscle in my body flexes as the rush over the overwhelming heat washes over me until I fall onto the bed beside her. Then I’m wrapped up in the closeness—and skin—of Dani as she nuzzles into me with a satisfied smile on her face.

The light is fading now, but I can still make out those beautiful dark eyes, searching into mine.

What are you looking for, Dani? Or are you planning your second escape?

She runs a hand over my face and kisses me deeply. How does she always taste so good? I can feel my cock stirring again.

I can feel my heart plummeting.

I am so gone. This is bad.

I want to ask her what she’s thinking, but for the life of me, I can’t bring myself to do it. As odd as it sounds, I’d rather enjoy this ignorance of not knowing whether she’s going to leave or not.

“Hey, what’s going on in there?”

She’s picked up that I’m lost in my thoughts and not with her in the moment.

How long is this all going to last? How long before the other shoe drops?

“Janus?”

I don’t want to answer her question; I can’t. Instead, I kiss her—like it might be our last.

She wraps her arm around my body, pulling me close. She was never this affectionate in Sudan. Maybe I’m being too paranoid.

But given her track record, can I trust this to last?

She’s so close and wet and warm, and I’m well and truly hard again.

I flip her over onto her back again, and she laughs.

No more doubts—at least not tonight.