Secret Weapon (3 page)

She grinned at him and nudged her head toward his groin, where his cock stuck straight out of his boxers. “What about you?”

“You’re also under arrest for exposing an officer.”

She pursed her lips, falling into her role.

“I’m sorry, Officer. I don’t want to go to jail. Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”

As he stroked his chin, his gaze dropped to her exposed breasts, which, with her arms cuffed behind her back, arched forward. He grabbed the knot of his tie and eased it down, then pulled it over his head and tossed it away. He stepped toward her, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked, and she stepped back. As she watched him reveal his muscular chest, she felt the bed against her thighs and dropped onto the mattress in a sitting position. He stepped in front of her and stroked his long cock.

“I can think of a couple of things.”

With that, he pressed his cock to her mouth. She flicked her tongue out and licked the tip, then opened. He fed his cock-head into her mouth and she closed around him. As she sucked the mushroom-shaped head, he cupped one of her breasts and stroked. He pushed his rod in deeper, her lips stroking his shaft as he glided forward. She opened her throat and he eased deeper still.

His hand stroked her cheek, then cupped her face. He drew back until only half his cock filled her mouth.

“Suck it, baby.”

She swished her tongue over the head, then sucked, her cheeks hollowing. She moved up and down on him, speeding up as she heard his raspy breathing accelerate. He groaned and pushed deeper. Knowing he was close, she let him glide from her mouth, then opened her legs wide.

“Are you going to fuck me, Officer?”

He groaned, but quickly pressed his cock to her exposed pussy and nudged her opening. She gasped as he drove forward, impaling her in one, sure stroke. He eased her back, but her hands, still cuffed behind her, got in the way.

“Damn.” He put one arm around her waist, positioned the other under her ass, and lifted her.

She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her across the room, his cock jostling inside her, driving her insane with need. Finally, he sat her on the edge of the dresser, then forked his fingers through her long, blond hair and twisted it around his hand. Tilting her face upward, he captured her lips and drove his tongue deep, pillaging her mouth with his forceful strokes.

Still holding her head immobile with his tight hold on her hair, he released her mouth. With their gazes locked, he drew back, then impaled her again. She gasped, her eyelids falling closed.

“Open your eyes.” His commanding voice broke through her haze of pleasure.

She opened her eyes and became mesmerized by his heated, intensely sensual gaze. He drew back and drove into her again. Then again. She moaned at the depth of his thrusts. As he pounded into her, her insides quivered. She squeezed him, then gasped as pleasure erupted inside her. He drove deeper, then clutched her body tight to his as he groaned and exploded inside her.

They remained like that, his arms holding her close, as their breathing returned to normal. Finally, he eased back and drew her lips to his, kissing her gently.

He grinned. “You really are a bad girl.” He nuzzled the base of her neck, then sucked deeply.

That will leave a mark.

Not that she cared. In fact, it helped remind the other men in her life that she was not exclusive property. Not that any of her current men would protest. She picked them carefully.

Too bad Sloan couldn’t be just as cooperative.

*   *   *

Sloan walked toward his car, wondering what the hell he’d been thinking when he’d suggested to Derek that he could take part in that fantasy scenario. Sloan had transferred from L.A. to Kenora knowing Janine lived here, intending to find her and to try to take up where they’d left off when they’d been teens and had discovered the powerful attraction between them.

As he walked past a small corner store, a couple of teenagers leaning against the brick wall noticed him—and the uniform—and straightened up a little, nonchalantly avoiding looking at him. They weren’t trouble, he could sense that. Just nervous around authority figures, especially a man with a badge.

When he’d become a cop, hoping to protect the world from thugs like the one who’d taken Ben’s life, he’d thrown himself into his work. Only later did he realize he’d had a window of opportunity after Ben’s death to be the one Janine leaned on, to allow their relationship to find its way naturally. Not taking advantage of her feelings, but offering her real support. Opening up to each other and becoming close.

But he’d been grieving, too. He hadn’t seen what she’d needed, until it was too late and he’d driven her away. He’d tried to take Ben’s place in her life as her protector but missed that she also needed support and compassion.

He’d blown it. She’d moved to Kenora to get away from him, and now he’d stepped into exactly the same role.

What he’d intended was to show her he’d changed. That he could accept her the way she was. Especially now, with her sexual openness and wild lifestyle. If he could convince her he could be a part of it, then he’d win her heart and draw her into a committed relationship.

His first step was to show her he could be just as wild as she could. After this evening, he’d certainly made his job harder.

*   *   *

At the knock on the door Janine glanced up from her magazine. She placed it on the coffee table and walked to the door, then peered out the peephole.

Sloan. Her lips pursed. What was he doing here?

He’d probably come to give her a lecture about last night again.

Well, if he’d come here to lecture, she’d give him a reason to. Annoyed at herself for letting him make her feel guilty, she felt the sudden urge to scandalize him. He knocked again. She took several steps away from the door, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. She slipped it off her shoulders, folded it in half and laid it neatly on the back of the couch, then adjusted the cups of her black lace bra, maximizing visibility of the swell of her breasts. She gazed at her reflection in the glass door of her tall bookshelf. Too bad she wasn’t wearing that burgundy bra that barely covered her nipples. Sloan would find that truly scandalous.

He knocked again.

She hurried to the door, and turned the knob. As soon as it unlatched and she pulled it toward her, she said, “Roger, come on in. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

She almost laughed out loud at the dismayed expression on Sloan’s face.

“Sloan. What are you doing here?” she asked innocently.

His gaze raked over her breasts, then he wrenched it to her face, annoyance warring with heated interest in his cobalt blue eyes. Her hormones raged at the fact that he wanted her, despite how much she appalled him. And disappointed him.

She turned her back, walked toward the couch, and retrieved her blouse.

“Do you always answer the door half naked? Without even checking who’s there?” he asked.

“Of course not.” She slipped her blouse over her shoulders and turned back to face him. “Sometimes I’m completely naked.”

*   *   *

Sloan concentrated on breathing, trying to calm the intense anger pulsing through him at her recklessness.

His jaw clenched as he watched her button up her blouse. It didn’t help that the sight of her soft round breasts threw his body into an intense state of need. Powerful, conflicting emotions raged through him.

He had to try to make her understand.

“I could have been anyone—”

“Like Roger, whom I’m expecting.”

He hesitated. He had slipped in the front door when another tenant exited, so he could avoid using the intercom, just in case she decided not to let him up. It was reasonable that she would assume the knock on the door was this Roger person. Still …

“But you didn’t know. I could have been some strange man—”

“You are a strange man,” she countered.

His nostrils flared. “—who would push in here, slam you against the wall, and overpower you.” Exasperated, he emphasized the words in an attempt to impart the seriousness of the situation.

Her lips turned up and her eyes glittered with amusement. “Really? Would you care to demonstrate?”

His jaw clenched and he could feel his vein pulsing at his temple.

“For God’s sake, Janine. This is serious.”

She rolled her eyes. “Only to you.” She finished buttoning her shirt, then leaned against the back of the couch. “Listen, I hate to ask, but what did you come over here to lecture me about
before
you found me answering the door practically naked? Or were you that confident I’d do something to enrage you?”

His lips compressed. Well, he’d blown it again. He doubted she’d listen to his proposition after that. “Could we start over?” he asked. “I came over because I’d like to talk to you about something. I was hoping we could do that now, but if you’re expecting a friend, maybe we could do it later.”

“Friend?”

“Well, whatever you call your … men.” Damn, at the tightening of her lips he realized he’d done it again. “I mean, you thought I was someone named Roger. You said you were expecting him.”

“Oh, right. Roger.” She rocked back against the couch. “Yeah, well … I wouldn’t worry about that.”

Damned little imp. She’d been yanking his chain. He could just throttle her. But then again, maybe he’d deserved it.

“All right. Can we talk now, then?”

She shrugged. “Sure.” She stood up and circled the couch, then sat down in the easy chair. “You can grab a beer or a soda from the fridge if you want.”

“No, I’m good.” He sat on the couch across from her, just wanting to get on with this. He leaned toward her, his hands folded between his knees. “I transferred from L.A to Kenora a little while ago. I’ve been anxious to look you up, but I wanted to get settled in first, then come and talk to you.”

She leaned her chin on her hand. “But then you changed your mind and decided to take part in a sexual fantasy with me? That’s an interesting way to contact an old friend.”

“That’s just it. You and I have never been friends.”

A flash of pain slashed across her eyes, totally startling him.

“What I mean is we were always
more
than just friends.”

She gazed at him, neither confirming nor denying. Unspoken words hung between them. Damn, it would make it so much easier if he knew what her feelings were about this damnable attraction between them.

*   *   *

Janine’s heart thumped. So he admitted there was something between them. If only he could have done that after Ben had died. If only they had acted on their attraction then.

But it never would have worked. They were just so different.

Still, she couldn’t help asking the question burning in her mind.

“So when you showed up last night … was it a surprise? That it was me. Or did you know beforehand?”

She wouldn’t put it past him to pull a stunt like showing up with Derek to teach her a lesson. Catch her red-handed and call her on her behavior.

But then, his kiss still tingled on her lips … and his tortured words.
Oh, God, I can’t do this,
he’d said. As if he’d really wanted to follow through with the fantasy.

That wasn’t the Sloan she knew, though. He wouldn’t have sex with a total stranger—if that’s what he’d thought she’d be—and certainly not with another man there.

Unless he’d changed more than she knew.

“I knew it was you.”

She nodded. So he hadn’t changed.

“So you came along just to—”

He held up his hand. “Stop. Before you get all worked up, it wasn’t about checking up on you.”

“Or criticizing my lifestyle? Or trying to change me?”

He smiled. “Well, if there’s anything I’ve learned in life it’s that I can’t change you. You are an unstoppable force.”

“Why did you do it then?”

“Because I want to have sex with you.”

Three

At her widening eyes, Sloan swore to himself. “I mean, I’d like to explore this attraction between us. Start dating. See if things could work out between us.”

“And you wanted our first time to be with another man?” She sank back in the chair. “Well, you have changed.”

“In fact, I have. Despite getting off to a bit of a rocky start the other night, I wanted to prove to you that I can embrace … the wilder side of life.”

She raised an eyebrow and her eyes glittered. “Really? Yet you backed off.”

“Okay, sure. But that was because I realized I couldn’t just have sex with you blindfolded like that.”

She grinned. “Got something against blindfolds?”

“No. I mean, you were expecting a stranger, not someone you knew. Not
me
. I realized it would be … dishonest. Like I was taking advantage of you.”

“And you didn’t think of that ahead of time?”

Actually, he had. His conscience had nagged him repeatedly. But his rampant desire to be with her, to feel her soft body wrapped around him, to revel in the sweet heat of her depths surrounding his hard shaft made him lend a deaf ear. He’d
wanted
her. Desperately. He had for years.

“I was afraid you’d turn me down. I thought if I took advantage of the fantasy … then you found out it was me … you’d agree to keep going with the relationship.”

She grinned. “You figure you’re that good? Fuck a woman once and she’ll want you forever.”

He cringed at the rough word, but he knew she was using it just to push him, to see how he’d react. She always tried to keep him off balance. Hell, she always
succeeded
in keeping him off balance.

Now it was his turn. He stared her straight in the eye.

“Actually, yes.”

*   *   *

Janine stared into Sloan’s piercing blue eyes and felt her composure crack. Under his compelling gaze, she became intensely aware of his strong masculine presence. He was taller than Derek, his shoulders were broader, and his thick, wavy dark brown hair was a little longer. His lips were full and his nose strong and straight. And that square chin of his … so sexy. Her insides began to quiver and her breasts swelled. Suddenly, he wasn’t her old friend Sloan. He was a strong, vibrant male, all rigid muscle and broad shoulders. Imposing. Authoritative. Powerful.