Matt (Red, Hot, & Blue) by Cat Johnson Page A

overpower—
    “Matt, relax. It’s me. Sam,” the woman hissed in his ear over the sound of the pounding water.
    He angled his head toward her, calculating how best to go about taking her down. If only she’d stop stroking his cock. “I don’t know any Sam.”
    She ran her hands up into the hair that curled around his ears and pulled his head to one side, giving her access to nibble his ear. He would have thought the fright of dying would have taken care of his hard-on. It didn’t, nor would it. Not if she kept this up, whoever she was.
    “You frigging idiot. I’m Sam I am. You’re Computer God. Jeez. Make a girl feel forgettable much?”
    That nearly sent him to his knees on the marble floor. “You’re female?”
    His good buddy Sam? Not just female, but hot and naked, not to mention pressed firmly against him with his dick in her hand.
    “Uh, yes. Sam is for Samantha.” She laughed against his ear. He shivered in spite of the hot water still pummeling him. “You didn’t know?”
    Oh, boy. This added a whole other level of complications to the situation. He pulled her hand away from his cock and turned. She rested her palms on his chest, running them up and down his wet skin.
    “Nope. Definitely did not know.” His erection was still alive and well, in spite of everything going on in his head. It stuck out straight as an arrow between them. There wasn’t much Matt could do about his penile situation, except ignore it and hope it would go away while he gathered some answers. “What are you doing here?”
    She leaned in closer to his ear. “Talk softer. I don’t know how sensitive their equipment is. The water should cover it if we whisper. And I told you on IM I was going deep. Remember?”
    Her comment about going deep while her hardened nipples pressed against him sent his mind to bad, bad places. He shouldn’t be thinking about being buried deep inside his good buddy Sam, but he was. Especially when she slipped the tip of her tongue into his ear. He supposed it was all in case there were surveillance cameras, but his body didn’t care. Goose bumps rose on his skin from the contact.
    He nuzzled her neck and asked, “How did you know I was here?”
    “I came to investigate the American visitor. I carried in your dinner tray and saw your name and address on your luggage tag. I take it you’re not undercover, so what the fuck are you doing here?”
    It was a simple enough question, though he had trouble forming an answer while she slid her hands over his ass and pressed her body from tits to thigh against his.
    Matt sucked in a breath and tried to think. “I’m working at Al Minhad Air Base on one of our programs they’re using there. Why are you here? And in a frigging harem?”
    She pulled back so her gaze met his. “I can’t say.”
    Matt frowned. He had the highest clearance there was. She should realize that. “You don’t know if you can trust me?”
    Sam leaned close again. “I do know that you’re going to expose me and get me killed if you don’t start playing the part of the horny American with the harem girl.”
    He knew she was right, but that still didn’t make it feel less strange or wrong. Or so disturbingly good as she reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked him again. Her tongue tickled his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
    “Do you know they think you’re gay?” She drew in a sharp breath and pulled away. “Are you?”
    “No, I’m not.” The evidence to the contrary sat heavy in her hand.
    “It’s okay if you—”
    “Sam. No. I’m not.” He slid one hand down to cup her ass as he gripped her chin with the other. Smashing his lips into her, he kissed her deep and hard. It was as much to prove his point as it was because he wanted to. It felt good. Too good.
    Matt pulled back, more frustrated and confused than before, and he hadn’t thought that possible. “What do we do now?”
    “Put on a show for the cameras.”
    His