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  “Stevie!” he shuddered, “I’m right on the edge, here, honey.”

  “Don’t stop! Please, please don’t stop!”

  She thought he was going to leave her, but his gaze zeroed in on her other nipple and he lowered his head to nip and tease it as well, making her eyes cross as she shifted hungrily against him.

  “I can’t hold back, honey,” he grabbed the condom he’d taken out of his wallet earlier. “I just…” he quickly rolled it down his shaft as he knelt between her legs. But he wasn’t focused on the condom. He looked at her body, his eyes drifting over those glistening pink folds.

  “You’re so damn beautiful!” he said as he settled between her legs, wrapping hers back around his waist. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he urged, as he pressed into her heat, groaning as her tight sheath closed around him.

  “Yes!” Stevie breathed, lifting her hips to meet him. When he was fully embedded inside of her, he paused, looking down at her. “You okay?” he asked.

  “I’d be better if you started moving,” she told him, her nails trailing down his shoulders, making him shudder.

  Slowly, Janus started thrusting, pressing his face into her neck as he moved. Stevie lifted her hips, meeting every thrust and crying out as her body drew tighter and tighter. “Like that!” she gasped when he shifted against that nub so perfectly that she thought she might just…!

  Stevie exploded, the waves of pleasure nearly blinding her.

  She felt him find his own pleasure, tightening her arms around him as she tried to help him.

  Janus started to move away as the pleasure eased, but she tightened her arms around him. “Don’t move!” she whispered urgently, tightening her legs around him. He stilled, kissing her neck, and Stevie appreciated the moment so that she could pull herself back together.

  When she sniffled, he pulled away, but kept himself inside of her, connected to her in the most intimate of ways.

  “Hey,” he murmured, peering down at her, cupping her face so his thumbs could wipe her tears away. “Did I hurt you?”

  Stevie sniffled again, then closed her eyes, trying to stifle the tears. “No.”

  There was a long moment of silence. Stevie kept her eyes closed. She felt foolish enough for crying, she didn’t want to add to it by having a complete emotional meltdown.

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  She shook her head. “Nothing,” she finally said. “Nothing is wrong. In fact, it’s just the opposite.” She loosened her grip on his shoulders and wiped at the tears. “I’m just having a bit of an emotional moment, but don’t worry.” She opened her eyes and gave a damp chuckle. “I just need a moment to pull myself together.”

  He kissed her tears, and she thought he was the sweetest man she’d ever met. How could such a large, muscular man be so tender and gentle?

  “It was…perfect,” she whispered, lifting up to kiss him softly. “Please don’t freak out. That was…it’s never been like that before. It was amazing.”

  He was very still for a long moment, and kissed her lingeringly. “I’ll be right back.”

  She heard him turn on the water and knew that he was cleaning up. Pushing the pillows behind her, she sat up, wanting to see him when he returned. She’d never really enjoyed observing naked men, thinking they were a bit odd looking. But when Janus walked out of the bathroom, she couldn’t pull her eyes away. He was truly magnificent. His muscles gleamed in the moonlight and his silver eyes glowed with interest as he stared back at her.

  “Should I pose for you?” he teased.

  Stevie laughed, shaking her head. “No. Sorry. I’m staring.”

  “No, you’re not. I think it’s hot that you like looking at me.”

  He climbed back into bed, pulling her into his arms. “Ah, Stevie,” he sighed, his fingers combing through her hair. “What am I going to do with you?”

  She laughed and snuggled into his arms. She had some pretty good ideas on what she wanted to do with him, but she’d been awake since five o’clock this morning and it was well past midnight now. As much as she wanted to stay awake, her eyes were already closing even as she thought about how warm he was, cuddled up like this.

  Chapter 3

  Janus woke up feeling better than he had in a long time. Stretching, he realized that Stevie was next to him, curled up against his side and he smiled, memories of last night coming back to him. He liked her. Damn, he liked her a lot! And the sex had been phenomenal!

  Rolling over, he checked the time, and cursed under his breath. He was going to be late for practice if he didn’t hurry. Kissing her gently, he slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake her, then grabbed his clothes and dressed as he hurried out of her apartment. At the last minute, he stopped and grabbed a notebook, writing her a note.

  “Can I pick you up after your shift tonight?”

  Then he grabbed his keys and hurried out the door. He made it to practice with seconds to spare, hustling out onto the field. Everyone else was already there, tossing balls around. But the moment he stepped out, the coach blew the whistle, and everyone came closer for the day’s instructions.

  “So, we’re going to go through the plays again today,” Coach Dean announced. He was a former quarterback and had been Janus’ mentor for years. Janus respected him, but even better, he liked him. Dean was a good man, who looked out for his players. There were other coaches who ignored problems as long as their players were winning. Sprains and torn ligaments weren’t their problem. If the player could walk, he could run and he could win.

  Dean was different. He took a long term approach to football, telling his players that football was a short term career and they needed to take care of themselves, physically and financially. Coach Dean was the first person to step in when he saw that a player was doing something stupid, be it spending too much, gambling, drinking, or even dating toxic women . Which is why the players worked extra hard for Dean, wanting his respect.

  “Hopefully, Meyers can keep his hands in front of his face today,” he called out, pausing as the rest of the teammates roared with laughter.

  Janus acknowledged the shot with good grace, laughing along with the others. He’d been thinking about Stevie during the last half hour of yesterday’s practice and hadn’t seen the ball coming.

  Still, last night had been…he still could feel the touch of her fingers on his back, on his chest, and…

  “Wake up, Meyers!” Dean roared, punching Janus’ arm playfully.

  Janus focused, seeing the amusement on his teammate’s faces. “I’m here, Coach,” he sighed. Well, he was now. For the rest of the practice, he focused on the game, on the plays that they’d been practicing over and over for the past week. The rule was to practice the plays until they got them right, then keep practicing until they never got them wrong.

  Thankfully, it was a short practice, being the day before a game, so Janus finished up by noon. After showering and changing clothes, he headed for his car. For a long moment, he wondered what Stevie was doing today and if she’d like to have lunch with him. Maybe they could spend the afternoon together. Hell, he had no idea what they might do, but he’d like to spend the afternoon with her.

  Then he remembered her saying something about lesson plans and that toothpick tower she’d been working on last night. He shouldn’t bother her if she had to work.

  So, instead of calling her up, and probably interrupting her, he looked up at the grey skies and sighed with frustration. Instead, he should check on his businesses. Janus had rented out several floors of a building near the stadium. It was in a central location to the restaurants he’d bought, which made checking in with each place easier. He and his business manager were working on renovating several new ones, but they liked to check in to make sure the others were running smoothly.

  Ten minutes later, he parked his car behind the building and walked up the stairs. Sure enough, his business manager, Ross Mendum, was hard at work in his office, doing something on the computer. “How are thing
s going?”

  “Good,” Ross replied, grabbing several pages from the printer. “Your ideas for food offerings and specialty cocktails are brilliant. Revenues are up at every site. But I need to know what your plans are for your latest acquisition.” He turned a paper around, spreading several reports out on the conference room table. “This piano bar is outside of our normal theme. What do you plan to do with it?”

  Stretching his muscles, Janus considered various scenarios. There were several possibilities he could implement at the bar where Stevie worked that would increase sales. But the thought of changing things, of messing up the rhythm that the elderly regulars obviously enjoyed, made him uncomfortable.

  So instead, he shook his head and said, “Nothing.”

  Ross’s eyes widened. “Nothing? But…?” He leaned back in his chair. “The business is losing money every night.”

  “Yeah, but…” Janus paused, not sure how to explain himself. “It’s a good place. It has an excellent location and a faithful clientele. Plus, the menus options are outstanding.”

  Ross’s eyes narrowed. “Janus, this is…odd. It’s not like you to ignore a business that is losing money. You’re usually gung ho to dig into the details and figure out how to make the restaurant work more profitably. What gives?”

  Janus rubbed a hand over his face, knowing that Ross was right. It was foolish to let a restaurant linger without improvements. Unfortunately, he just couldn’t stand the thought of changing anything that might affect Stevie’s life. “This one is different. At least for now.”

  Ross wasn’t appeased. “But…I can give you…”

  “No,” Janus replied with finality. “Just leave that one running as is for now.”

  His business manager stared at Janus for a long moment, then shrugged. “Fine. Same rules?”

  “Exactly. Be even more careful about this one.”

  Ross nodded dutifully. “Got it. No one is to know you own it. As far as anyone else is concerned, you are not a partner in this or any business, and especially not on the piano bar.”

  “Thanks. Regarding the other issues that you e-mailed about,” he began, then gave Ross a series of instructions. It took about three hours, but they finally finished working and headed out. Janus was excited to head over to the piano bar and see Stevie. But when he glanced at his watch, he realized that he would get there too early if he left now. Instead, he headed home and logged into his computer, going over more details. He’d reviewed the financials from the previous owner and knew that this was the prime dinner hour. She’d be swamped, serving predinner cocktails and chatting.

  Nope, when he walked in, he preferred to have her undivided attention. Which was why he arrived about an hour before closing every Friday and Saturday night. Initially, his arrival had simply been to scope out the place and find out if it would be a good investment. But he’d gotten one look at Stevie behind the bar and…that had been it. His attention had been all about Stevie.

  For about the thousandth time that night, Stevie glanced around, looking for the one person she most wanted to see. Normally, she enjoyed tending the bar on Friday and Saturday night. The customers were sweet and patient, plus, she’d worked here long enough that she knew most of their drink preferences and had them ready even before they ordered. That increased her tips and kept the complaints to a minimum.

  “Everything okay?” her boss asked, moving closer and checking things out behind the bar.

  “All good,” Stevie promised, wiping down a wet spot on the polished bar.

  “Good. I don’t know why I even ask. You have everything all prepped and ready before your shift starts.” He sighed. “Would you mind teaching the other bartenders? They aren’t anywhere as good as you are.”

  “Thanks Mike,” she said, meaning it. She worked hard, and a little recognition was always nice.

  Thankfully, the evening dinner rush died down as Janus walked in. He was a bit earlier than normal, but the desire in his eyes warned her that he was just as eager to see her as she was to see him. And that made all of her senses fire up with excitement.

  He wore a light blue shirt, open at the neck and tucked into a pair of charcoal slacks. He looked…amazing! Breathtaking! Goodness, she had it bad, she thought as those silver eyes captured her attention.

  “Hi there,” she said, placing a glass of whiskey in front of him just he sat down.

  “How are you?” he asked. The look in his eyes told her that he was asking more than if her evening was going okay.

  Stevie beamed, nodding her head. “Exceptionally well. Thanks for asking.”

  He grinned right back at her. “Good to know. Because I’d like to try a few variations on last night’s theme tonight.”

  Her blush was almost instantaneous. “Oh really?”

  Janus grinned as well, that sexy dimple showing up as he leaned forward. “Yeah. Really.”

  She laughed, feeling free and wonderful. “I think that can be arranged.” Glancing at her watch, she groaned. “But not for a while yet. You’re early. What’s going on?”

  He shrugged one of those deliciously muscular shoulders. “Eh, I didn’t have anything else to do.”

  Stevie flinched slightly. Wow, that hurt. But because their relationship was so new, she tried to hide it. She’d been counting the minutes until she could see him all day, and he…he was here simply because he was bored?

  Yeah, that hurt. More than she wanted it to.

  “No, that’s not true,” he sighed, rubbing his jaw. “The truth is, I just…I couldn’t wait to see you.”

  Wow! The pain vanished and she felt as if the sun had come out. “Really?” she asked, the smile growing as he nodded.

  “Yeah. Really. I feel like an idiot, but I just…I had to see you again. So here I am, early, and you have customers to tend to. Go,” he waved his glass towards the elderly couple approaching the bar, arm in arm.

  She laughed, then turned to greet the couple. “Good evening, you two!” Stevie started pulling out the bottles of gin and tonic, pouring two glasses for the couple. “How was your granddaughter’s ballet recital this afternoon? Was it as beautiful as you expected?”

  Janus watched, amazed at how the elderly couple glowed with happiness at being asked about their grandkids. They even brought out pictures, showing them to Stevie who gave the appropriate amount of oohs and ahhs. She really was amazing, he thought, not for the first time. She knew the customers, their drink preferences, as well as their significant family events? What an amazing woman! It wasn’t fake either. She genuinely cared for them.

  That night, when he brought her back to her place again after closing, he took his time making love to her. Last night, they’d been frantic. Tonight was different. As soon as she closed the apartment door behind them, he scooped her into his arms and…kissed her long and slowly, carried her to her bedroom. When he laid her down on the mattress, she sighed dreamily up at him, already pulling her clothes off.

  “No, stop!” he urged.

  She paused, and frowned quizzically up at him.

  He reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off, dumping it on the floor. He leaned over and kissed her again. “I want to do that,” he whispered against her lips. “You’re like a present that I want to unwrap slowly, all the better to savor the anticipation.”

  She gasped as he slid a hand underneath her shirt. “Right. Present.” But she didn’t object. In fact, she started touching him. For several minutes, while he worked on the buttons of her shirt, he allowed her the touches. Enjoyed them! But then he started to enjoy them too much.

  “Hands above your head, Stevie,” he ordered, his breathing ragged. She wore only a plain, tan bra and he wanted to rip it off. Stevie deserved satin and lace. He wanted to see her in one of those bras that had a jewel or something dangling between her breasts, taunting him.

  So, he reached behind her and released the catch, pulling it off and tossing it away. Then he looked down, staring at her breasts with the perfect,
rose tipped nipples. They were gorgeous and tempting.

  And his!

  “Now, you’re in trouble,” he groaned, lowering his head to taste and nibble, tease and taunt. He heard her gasps, and relished them. Moving lower, his hands preceded his mouth as he tugged her boring black slacks off, tossing them away. And again, he noticed the horrible panties and tugged. He wanted to rip them away, not wanting to ever see anything like that on her ever again. So instead, he pulled them down her long, sexy legs, then moved up again, sliding his lips along her inner thigh. She giggled and squirmed slightly, as if the touch tickled. But he was on a mission and wouldn’t be denied.

  When his mouth finally closed over that nub, he heard Stevie gasp. But Janus continued, lapping away as he teased and tormented this new place, the special place that he loved more than anything. Adding a finger to the mix, he sucked hard, then pulled away when she screamed. He knew her well enough now that he could tell when she was close and Janus wasn’t ready to let her climax. Not yet anyway. He wanted to play. He wanted to extend this as long as they could stand.

  “Janus, please. I can’t stand it!” she protested, arching her body so that she pressed that tender nub more firmly against his mouth. He took the offering, sucking again, while his finger twisted around to the inside, massaging the same spot from the inside and outside.

  That was all it took and she screamed his name to the heavens. Janus continued the pressure for several long moments, but then felt her come back down and pulled away. His touch was soothing now, kissing her legs, her stomach, her ribs. Stevie sighed contentedly, and that’s when the evil smile came back to him. With a flick of his finger against her nipple, she gasped and lifted her head to glare at him. “What are you doing?”

  “Enjoying myself,” he answered, reaching for a condom. He rolled it down his length, then moved over her again. “I think this is my favorite position in the whole world.”