See Jane Love - By Debby Conrad Page 0,59

familiar. A woman who was willing to risk her reputation in order to experience passion with the man of her dreams. The next character was Gage Montana. Gabe snickered at the name and read on. ‘A bad boy’ was typed directly after the name.

While he stared at the monitor, he grew extremely curious about these two characters, and he searched the computer files to find the book Janie had been working on. Sex alamode.

What kind of title was that? he wondered and began to read from the beginning.

It didn’t take him long to figure out why Jasmine and Gage sounded so familiar.

Slowly, she lowered her head and kissed him. Then she

trailed tiny kisses over his chest and abdomen, stopping at his

navel. Gage bit his lip and sucked in a breath. And when she

kissed his--”Oh, God, Jasmine!” he moaned.

She lifted her head. “I’m new at this,” she said, her green

eyes conveying her uncertainty. “Any suggestions?”

Oh, sweet Jesus. “Just one. Be gentle.”

And she was. She left hot, moist kisses in her wake,

driving him absolutely wild with need. And when she took him

into her mouth, he was drawn to a height of passion he’d never

felt before. Hypnotized by her, he felt powerless. He used soft

words of encouragement, letting her know exactly what he wanted.

Then, just when he was coming close to a climax, she tensed,

her body going perfectly still.

“No, sweetheart, don’t stop yet,” he begged.

Jasmine’s head popped up. “I thought I heard something.”

“That was me, moaning.”

“No, I thought--”

“Jasmine?” Suzie’s voice rang out from the other side of the

door.

Before Gage could react, Jasmine scrambled off the bed

just as the door flew open. Suzie, Jasmine’s wicked step-sister,

loved to catch them in the act. And seeing Gage handcuffed to the

bed seemed to delight, rather than shock her.

Gabe read all the way to the end, then started over from the beginning. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it. Janie was writing a book about them. Detail for detail. Naked details. Personal details. Things he thought should be held sacred. And not only that, but she was turning their love life into a joke.

He’d been right. She didn’t love him. He was nothing more than story material. to her. And not only was she getting her jollies from him, but she was planning to share their escapades with the whole damn world.

“Over my dead body, Mrs. Montero!” he grumbled and stalked into the bedroom to dress. No one was going to take advantage of him like that and get away with it. Not even the woman he loved.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Honey, you have to eat something.” Sara stood over Janie, playing mother.

Janie lay her head on the kitchen table, ignoring the piece of cold toast beside her. “Go away. Go bother somebody else.”

“If you don’t eat it, I’m going to wake Mom and tell her. Then, you’ll appreciate me.”

It was barely seven o’clock. Normally, Janie would have stayed in bed until nine, but since she hadn’t slept the night before anyway, she figured, why not get up?

Sara had always been an early-bird, so Janie shouldn’t have been surprised to find her in the kitchen whipping up a batch of blueberry muffins and humming.

“Sara.” Alex’s voice was cool and calm. “Leave your sister alone. She’ll eat something later.”

Janie was about to mumble a ‘thank you’ to her brother-in-law when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll see who it is,” Alex said, and walked out of the kitchen.

“Who would be ringing our door at this hour?” Sara asked, clearly annoyed.

Janie shrugged, keeping her head on the table. She didn’t care who was at the door. All she was concerned about right now was Gabe. Had he gone back to New York? Or had he slept in their bed last night, with the intention of driving back this morning? She didn’t have to wonder very long, because her husband’s voice boomed out loud and clear.

“I want to talk to my wife, and I’m not leaving until I do!”

Janie lifted her head from the table, but before she had a chance to react, Gabe was standing in the kitchen doorway, glaring at her.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked, slapping a stack of papers onto the kitchen table. Several pages flew in different directions to the floor.

“Gabe, keep your voice down,” Sara warned. “You’re going to wake the kids and Mom and Dad.”

“I don’t care if I wake the whole damn neighborhood! I want an explanation for this from my