JanesPrize by Margrett Dawson Page B

between
his legs, cupping his balls, moving gently, kneading him while she stroked him
just enough to bring him to the edge. This time her eyes stayed on him as she
inflicted exquisite torture, watching the fleeting expressions on his face as
his desire grew and his penis swelled. At last she lay back and spread her legs
for him in silent invitation. He felt her damp softness against his hot flesh
and slid into her warm sheath with a deep sigh of pleasure. He was big enough
to fill her completely and he felt her muscles tighten to hold him. Jane seized
his hair with two hands and snaked her legs around his hips, driving him yet
deeper into her. The tip of his cock pressed against the wall of her womb and
he erupted into fire.
     
    Jane had drifted off into a light doze. She
came to with her mouth dry as the desert sand. She needed water. Pierce
appeared to be asleep. Not surprising considering all the extra energy he’d
been using for the past couple of days. Quietly she slid out of his arms and
took a glass from the tiny bathroom. Propping her behind against the dresser as
she sipped the tepid liquid, she looked at the man in her bed. Well not exactly
her bed but close enough.
    He’d passed a couple of tests already.
Annice was drop-dead gorgeous and he’d not even given her a second glance. One
temptation down, two thousand more to go. And he’d made a great impression on
her mother.
    But there was still the plan to return to
the mansion. What if Pierce had got it wrong and his stepmother had remained
there, haunting away and looking for some unsuspecting mortal to bring her
back? She was a murderer, even if she’d gotten away with it for a while. That
prompted another question—for how long? When did she die? Mental note to look
up the death certificate.
    One more thing to add to the list.
    Jane finished the glass of water and began
to look for her discarded garments. She retrieved her bra and panties from
under the tangle of bedclothes but her jeans and shirt were scattered near the
door. Her clothes bundled in her arms, she slipped into the bathroom again for
a quick shower. Her movements must have roused Pierce because when she emerged
he was wide awake, his head propped on one hand.
    He sat up in the bed, a picture of warm
golden skin, smooth muscles and tousled hair. Jane couldn’t believe that such a
body had been hers, all hers, and she stared, transfixed by the hard beauty of
him.
    “What is it?”
    She felt herself blush and dipped her head
to towel her hair. “You look good.”
    Her head was covered and her voice muffled
but she heard the bed creak as he moved. Even with the damp towel over her face
she knew when he came close. The heat from his body vibrated around her. He
drew the towel from her hair and threw it on the floor.
    “What did you say?” The corner of his mouth
ticked up in a tiny grin. “Tell me.”
    “I said you look good.”
    “Good enough to eat?”
    “You could say that.” God, that treacherous
pulse between her legs was beating its insistent rhythm again.
    “I’ll hold you to it.” He plonked a kiss on
her mouth. “I’ll take a shower first.”
    Oh boy! She looked at her watch. It was
already six. They should grab something to eat. Even if she couldn’t swallow a
thing, Pierce was certain to be hungry again. Then they would meet Annice and
get this next challenge over with. Sometime soon they had to look at the video
and get their story straight for the law firm. Not to mention finding a way to
let Jane’s mother know her daughter might be spending nights away from home.
Jane bit her lip as she stepped into her pants.
    Pierce came out of the shower in a waft of
steam and pine-scented soap.
    “Boy, that is wonderful. All that hot water
at the turn of a switch.” He looked at her. “What’s up?”
    She’d never known anyone who was so
sensitive to her unspoken feelings. She sighed. “Nothing really. I was just
thinking about my mom.”
    “What about her?” Pierce