Reinventing Jane Porter

Her darkest fantasies are about to come true…

Jane Porter Series, Book 3

Jane’s weekend of mind-blowing sex is drawing to a close. Only one event remains—a masquerade ball. Her masters, Antonio and Santos, will be her escorts, but the party isn’t the only item on their agenda.

They plan to show her what it really means to live the life of a prized submissive.

After tasting the heady decadence of true sexual freedom, Jane wonders if she can ever go back to her everyday life—or if Beauty will, finally and permanently, be freed from her shell.

Then there’s the issue of a former lover lurking in the wings…

Warning: Graphic sex, spanking, public fondling, more spanking, the ménage of the century, even more spanking, cranky ex-lovers, bondage and the misuse of both a piano and pool table

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Reinventing Jane Porter

Copyright © 2009 by Dominique Adair

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Edited by Bethany Morgan

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Reinventing Jane Porter

Dominique Adair

This one is for the readers.

Thank you for your support, friendship and for

encouraging me to live out my fantasy.

“Tell me about him.”

Startled, Jane stabbed her scalp with a hairpin. Wincing, she rubbed the spot with her finger. Even without clarification she knew who Antonio was talking about. He was astute for a playboy winemaker.

Then again it didn’t take a Mensa candidate to know a single thirty-something-year-old woman had a skeleton in her closet.

“Who are you talking about?” Keeping her gaze fixed on the mirror, she slid the hairpin into place.

Over her shoulder, Antonio’s reflection appeared in the mirror. Leaning down, he kissed her bare shoulder. The graze of his beard sent shivers across her skin. His gaze met hers in the mirror.

“You should be glad you’re not an actress, Jane.” His eyes twinkled. “You’d go hungry.”

“Hey now, I played a tree in my third grade play.” She grinned. “I was a rousing success.”

“Mmm, I’ll bet you were.”

Spreading his legs, he straddled the end of her bench. His leather-clad legs nudged hers, and she shifted until she sat snugly between his thighs. The scent of leather and Antonio sent a lazy ribbon of warmth straight to her nipples.

Clad only in pants, he was every woman’s sexual fantasy come to life. Dark hair loose about his shoulders, he was in need of a shave. Rubbing her thumb along his jaw, the abrasive hairs scraped her skin.

She loved the feel of a man’s stubble on her body.

“I’m asking about the man who turned you into a cynic.”

“Who says I wasn’t jaded before I met him?” She reached for the next pin.

“You might have been headed down that path, but I think there was one who sealed the deal.”

“Talking about him is a waste of oxygen.” Sliding the pin into her hair, she was pleased she’d managed to do so without drawing blood.

“That might be, but I want to know about him.”

“Are you a glutton for punishment, or is this some twisted need to know who was in my bed before you?” Her gaze met his. “Trust me, my bed was cold before you came along.”

“That’s the least of my concerns.” His eyes glinted. “You’re a grown woman and of course you have a sexual past. I admit to having a healthy curiosity about the one who broke your heart.”

“My heart wasn’t broken.”

His brow rose.

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Busted.

“You’re not a very good liar.” The corner of his mouth hitched.

“
Pffft
.” Jane rolled her eyes. “You and Lily must’ve been talking behind my back.”

“It didn’t take more than an hour in your company to know you don’t fit the profile of a woman who attends an affair such as this,
Belleza
.” He shook his head. “Contrary to the signal you’re putting out, you’re not looking to scratch an itch.”

Now it was her turn to be surprised. While she’d spent the entire day with Santos and Antonio, their conversations had been limited thanks to their sexual gymnastics.

“You’re very astute, but I’m not looking for a permanent relationship.” She reached for another pin.

“Maybe not right now, but that is your ultimate desire.”

“Which makes me no different than most of the people here this weekend.”

“Trust me,” his voice dropped. “You are like none other.”

“So you’ve been thinking about me.” She began to smile. “That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”

“I can’t speak for Santos, but you’ve been the only thing on my mind since you walked into the ballroom.”

“Right…”

Capturing her chin, he forced her to look at him. The look in his eye told her he was serious. Her palms began to sweat.

“I was in the gallery overlooking the ballroom when you walked in on Jean Jacques’ arm. Your beautiful hair drew my attention.” He twined an errant curl around one finger. “But it was your smile that held me captive.”

Quivering, she held her breath as he caressed the curve of her cheek. Her nipples hardened when he stroked her lower lip with his thumb. Her breathing deepened.

“You were looking at Jean Jacques as if he’d set the sun in the sky. You were unguarded, open.” His fingers traced an imaginary line along her jaw leaving only goose bumps behind.

“There was nothing false or rehearsed about you. It was a private moment between two friends, not meant to be witnessed by the man soon to become your lover.”

Through her cotton chemise he touched her right nipple. Back and forth he stroked until the tip was visible beneath the thin material.

“Seeing your body and the way you moved made me ache. Confident, sexy.” His hand landed on her thigh. “You have the envious figure of a mature woman. Full breasts, hips and those long beautiful legs. All I wanted was to feel your legs locked around me.” His smiled. “Or over my shoulders as I licked your sweet
coño
.”

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A fine sheen of sweat dampened her skin. Listening to him left Jane’s body on fire. Her pussy throbbed and against her hip his cock throbbed. Much more of this and she’d come without her
coño
even coming out to play. Gently, he began stroking her thigh with his thumb.

“But you probably knew that.”

His faint smile held just a touch of shyness, leaving Jane with the urge to give him a big hug…before throwing him to the ground and fucking him into unconsciousness.

“No, I didn’t.”

“I’ve attended a few scenes—”

“Only a few?”

“—and I’ve learned most people are here for two reasons.” His gaze moved over her face as if he was committing it to memory. “For some it’s what they do. Like butterflies they move from one event to the next, and their list of lovers is extensive. Their goal is to come as much as possible and avoid emotional entanglement while doing so. Sex is their hobby, a diversion from their daily lives.”

His other hand landed on her lower back. The warmth of his palm seared her skin. She felt surrounded by him, wrapped in a thick blanket of male appreciation. More than ever she felt the pull of his personality, his desire for her, and Jane wanted nothing more than to answer his call.

“On rare occasions I’ve met women similar to you. Beautiful, mature and confident, you know yourself and your place in the world.” He shrugged. “Most women think being sexy means showing their
pechos
and the men come running…”

“Some do.” Jane gestured toward her breasts. “We don’t call them the orbs of power for nothing.”

He shot her a quelling look.

“Even with your closest friends and family you’d lie about your sexual interests. No one in your daily life knows your darkest desires except for Lily and even she only knows what meaningless details you feed her.” His hand slid up her thigh. “You enjoy the master submissive relationship, but you’re not totally at ease with your desire.”

Jane looked away. Their images in the mirror, so close, so intimate, sent a shudder through her body.

“You’re still exploring what turns you on, and you seek to stretch your wings.” The hand on her back stilled. “You prefer a monogamous relationship, one master and one submissive, but you keep your options open…for this weekend at least.”

Their gazes met in the mirror, and she shivered. His desire was written on his face. She knew he was astute, but after listening to him she’d swear he was psychic. How did he come to know so much about her?

Even those closest to her, people she’d known for years, didn’t come close to understanding her as well.

“You’re here to declare your independence. It’s your time to spread your wings in the hope of regaining the confidence your former master destroyed.” He gave her thigh a firm squeeze. “And when 8

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Monday morning arrives you’ll return to your quiet, ordinary life and begin plotting your emergence onto the dating scene.”

Lily.

Jane’s heart was pounding so hard it was a wonder he couldn’t feel it. The only way Antonio could know so much was if he’d talked to her friend, and she’d spilled all of Jane’s business. Lily was an amazing friend, but she did have a tendency to talk too much, especially if a sexy man was the one asking the questions.

Making a mental note to strangle her business partner or worse yet, tie her up and force her to listen to country music, she smiled. That kind of torture would drive the other woman out of her mind.

“What’s your point?” Looking in the mirror, she slid another hairpin into her hair.

“My point is that I pay attention, and I want to know more about you.” He rose and immediately she missed the warmth of his big body. “So tell me about him.”

“His name is Peter Ellington, and he’s a lawyer in Denver.”

“Go on.”

Antonio took a seat on the foot of the bed behind her. Jane watched his reflection closely, but he gave no indication of having recognized the name. She had no doubt his brother knew Peter as he moved in the same exalted social circles as the Prentices, but Antonio was new to Denver. It was more than likely they’d yet to cross paths.

“It’s really not a very exciting story.” Picking up another hairpin, Jane leaned forward to examine her hair. “We met several years ago, and we dated for a while. It was no big deal.”

“No big deal.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You surprise me, Jane.”

“How is that?”

Turning, it wasn’t hard to see Antonio was bothered by something. He was tense and his ready smile was gone.

“You didn’t realize he was married?”

Her stomach dropped. So he did know Peter…

“Now you surprise me.” She shifted her position until she was facing him. “So you’ve met?”

“No, but I know of him. He was recommended to me as a potential business attorney.” Stretching his long legs, his bare foot nudged her ankle. The pants wore like a second skin, and she struggled to keep her attention above his waist.

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