Chapter 39

Danielle

When we pull away from the kiss, Janus wrinkles his nose.

“Sorry to be the one to say this, Danielle, but you very clearly need a shower.”

I laugh in relief. “Tell me about it. Give me fifteen minutes?”

Janus gives me a filthy look. “Make it ten, then I’ll join you.”

Oh. I like the sound of that.

After one last, lingering kiss, I saunter off to the bathroom, stealing Janus’ toothbrush to blessedly clean my teeth for a couple of minutes before turning on the steamy, luxurious shower.

Which most definitely has room for two.

I dutifully use the ten minutes granted to me to shampoo and condition my hair, and by the time Janus enters the bathroom, I’m lathering shower gel into my skin, reveling in the feel of the silky bubbles.

“And who said you could do that without me?” Janus croons as he strips of his clothes and joins me in the shower.

His hands cup my tits, massaging soapy bubbles into them as my breathing hitches.

“I was hoping you’d show up in time for the good part,” I grin before turning around. “Wash my back for me?”

Janus happily obliges, slowly running his hands up and down my back with practiced fingers, pushing into my shoulder blades and the pressure points down my spine as he does so.

Ugh. It feels so good.

And not just on my back.

All of the tension, all of the fear, and all of the adrenaline from the past few days is melting away, replaced with an entirely new tension, tightly sprung between my thighs. I know that if Janus touches me down there, he’ll find me soaking wet.

And not from the water.

So, of course, he takes his fucking time getting there.

He rubs the soap into every inch of my skin, pushing my hair to the side to plant kisses up my neck.

All the while, his hand slides further and further down my navel in slow, torturous circles.

“You are so cruel, Janus,” I murmur.

Suddenly, Janus pushes me against the tiled shower wall and presses himself against my back. I can feel his cock sliding keenly against my skin, and my insides heat up all the more.

“Come now, Dani, you’ve teased me enough in the past. Time to return the favor.”

That stupid, sexy British accent will be the death of me. He could recite the phone book, and I’d melt.

It’s simply a killer when he uses it to flirt and tease. So unfair.

I buck my hips backwards slightly, causing a little friction between his cock and my ass, and I’m satisfied to hear him gasp.

“I can still tease you now, you know.”

Janus responds by growling into the side of my neck, biting me just on the incredibly pleasurable side of hard.

Keeping me against the wall, Janus slides his hands around me to touch my clit, and I find myself bucking my hips again—this time involuntarily.

I moan.

“You want more of that?” he asks.

“As if you need verbal affirmation to that question.”

And so, Janus’ fingers get to work, circling my clit as his left hand roams up to squeeze my breasts, then down along my hips to do the same to my ass.

All the while, his cock throbs against me, insistent and hard as a rock.

“You know I…want you inside me, Janus. N-now.”

God, he’s so good I can’t even speak properly.

Janus chuckles. “So impatient. You can wait.”

He continues his onslaught, his fingers touching harder and more urgent as my breathing increases.

I never thought not having sex in the shower could be this fucking hot.

When I feel Janus slide a finger up into my pussy, I let out a cry of shock and pleasure.

“Janus, I’m going to...I’m going to come...”

“That would be the point, Miss Robinson.”

Those words set me off. I writhe against Janus’ hand, grinding against the wall as I feel my orgasm take over my entire body.

I gasp as it hits my brain, but before I have time to fully process it, Janus turns me around and kisses me ferociously.

My hands are up in his soaking wet hair before I know it, a leg hitched up around his hips as he pushes against me.

“Please get the fuck inside me, Janus,” I beg.

“How about I get to feel that talkative mouth of yours on a part of me other than my mouth?” he suggests, quirking an eyebrow as he does so.

I don’t need any more instruction. I release his hair and get down on my knees, his cock entering my mouth just a moment later.

And now Janus’ fingers are running through my hair, pushing me against the wall as he rocks back and forth into my mouth.

I take every fucking inch of him, though it almost hurts to do so.

But those moans of his make it worth the strain, as well as the way he clenches ever tighter into my hair as I run my tongue up and down the entire length of him.

And then, suddenly, Janus pulls out of my mouth.

“Janus…?”

“You’re right. I can’t fucking wait any longer,” he says, eyes blazing as he bodily picks me up from the floor and flings me against the shower wall.

When his cock enters me, I moan into his mouth, kissing him deeply as he plunges into me again and again.

The friction against my sensitive clit awakens the nerves back up again, informing my brain that another explosive orgasm is on the way.

Without stopping or letting go of me, Janus one-handedly turns off the shower and carries me back through to his bedroom, toppling both of us onto his bed, dripping wet.

“We’re going to regret that later when we want to sleep,” I laugh breathlessly.

“Who said anything about fucking sleeping tonight?”

“Your friends might have some opinions on the matter.”

“They can get a hotel.”

“Such hospitality—”

Janus kisses the rest of my words away. “Dani, shut up and let me fuck you.”

And what’s a woman to do when the man she loves says something like that?

She shuts up and lets him fuck her. Of course.

I grip onto the wooden bedpost for support as Janus continues to pound into me.

And then he brings a hand down to provide some much-needed attention to my clit, and I all but scream in response.

He swallows the noise with his mouth. He’s breathing just as heavily as I am, his hot tongue in my mouth desperate and urgent as he bucks his hips faster and faster.

“Janus, I’m gonna—”

“Same,” is all he can manage to say through clenched teeth as another orgasm rolls through me seconds before he comes himself.

I can feel all the muscles of his body tighten and flex as he loses himself in me—and I in him.

He collapses on top of me afterwards, staying inside me as we both let the moment wash over us.

Eventually, I regain enough composure to speak in a coherent sentence.

“If sex is gonna be as good as that for the foreseeable future, I may well be inclined to not run off this time.”

Janus chokes on a laugh as he rolls onto his back, bringing me with him so that I end up lying on top of him.

“You truly are a piece of work, Danielle Robinson.”

“And so are you, Janus O’Connell. Guess that makes us perfect for each other.”

He kisses me, biting my lip softly before pulling away.

He looks up at me with the fondest look on his face that I’ve ever seen.

“Guess you’re right, Dani.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Did you just admit that I’m right? I thought that wasn’t something The Jackal did.”

“Shut up, Dani.”

“Never.”

But then our mouths find each other again, and not another word is uttered for a long time.