Page 2 of Where A Goddess Belongs

“Good morning, Lady. Would you like something to eat?”

Mug in hand, Jacoby stood in the entryway to the little galley kitchen to the left of the front entrance.

Keeping a few feet between them meant she didn’t have to bend her head back so far to look into his eyes. If she plastered herself against him, her cheek would rest right between his pecs. She would love to splay her hands over those pecs and stroke the tight muscles. Then she’d let her hands slide down his torso and wrap around his body to pet that tight ass.

Jacoby had the body of an athlete. Sleek. Infinitely pettable. He also had the dark eyes, black hair and strong features of a classic Roman centurian. Gorgeous.

As always, she flashed a smile at him and watched an answering warmth fill his eyes. It wasn’t attraction. It was genuine warmth.

Nothing at all like the barely concealed desire she saw in Den’s eyes.

But both of them were too good to let that emotion show on their faces. You could never be sure who was watching.

“Good morning, Jacoby. How did you sleep?”

“Fine, Lady. Thank you for asking. And you?”

Her smile grew. They did this dance every morning. The polite pleasantries, the offer to make her breakfast, no matter that it was close to noon.

Time to shake things up a little.

She hadn’t wanted to upset the status quo until now. Hadn’t wanted the men behind those cameras to think Jacoby and Den should be replaced because they were getting too close to their captive.

But since she’d overheard Den’s phone conversation last night, she knew it was time. Things had changed, wheels were turning, blah, blah, blah...

Whatever, it was time to make a move.

“Actually, I would love some scrambled eggs and toast. And tea. It’s a little chilly this morning, isn’t it?”

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Den unwind his big body from the chair he’d commandeered in the living area, his attention totally focused on her. The chair was large and leather bound. And nearly too small for him.

She had images of herself riding him on that chair...while Jacoby stood to the side, his cock in her mouth.

If only.

If Jacoby was the athlete, Den was the life-sized version of an action figure. Wide shoulders, bulging arm muscles, rock-solid pecs and eight-pack abs. He hadn’t touched her since the moment they’d arrived at this little cottage, wherever this may be, but she remembered in perfect detail just how strong he really was.

During her kidnapping, when he’d been accompanied by the other man—a true Mal down to the oily coating on his soul—he’d picked her up and carried her like she weighed no more than a child. It made her want to shiver just thinking about it.

His strong arms tight around her. The power of his legs as he ran. The solid muscles of his chest against her cheek.

It was enough to make a girl reconsider a vow of celibacy. Not that she’d taken one, of course.

Tinia’s teat, how boring would that be?

Den was definitely not boring.

Where Jacoby was conventionally handsome, Den...wasn’t.

His nose had been broken at least once and not set properly. He had beautiful, ice-blue eyes and sharp cheekbones, but the stupid women of this time probably never gave him a second look. They were probably frightened off at first glance.

Kari was not frightened of him. She could barely restrain herself from climbing him like her own private tree. All that yummy strength was enough to give a girl heart palpitations. Even a girl who happened to be a goddess.

Amity had always said Kari was slightly off her rocker. Kari wouldn’t necessarily argue the point. Still, despite the fact that they’d kidnapped her and made it perfectly (though apologetically) clear she wasn’t allowed to leave, she’d fallen completely in lust with these men. And when she left, which she planned to do in the next few days, she wanted them to come with her.

That, of course, was going to be the tricky part.

After blinking at her for a second, Jacoby finally got over his shock at her request. “Of course, Lady. Let me—”

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