Secret Weapon by Opal Carew

stroked her hands over her breasts.
    Heat washed through Sloan like a high fever.
    “Janine, if you don’t want me to jump your bones, you really should stop doing that.”
    She grinned. “Oh, I think you’ll survive. I trust in your strength of will.”
    Elation shot through him at her words, followed by doubt as he watched her fingertips play over her hard nipples. Could the strength of will she so admired in him stand up to this kind of torture?
    She continued to flick her fingertips over her tight buds and began to make whimpering sounds. Then came little murmurs of pleasure in her throat. Soon those murmurs turned to moans. His cock twitched in need. He could barely stop his hands from reaching for her and pulling her against him. He wanted so desperately to stroke those lovely breasts of hers, to feel them against his chest.
    But she trusted him not to, and that trust gave him superhuman strength.
    She moaned loudly, gasped, then moaned again. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her as she continued to moan louder and louder, as if in the throes of passion.
    “Oh, yes … oh, yes.” She winked at him as she squeezed her nipples. “Sloan, I’m—” She gasped and threw her head back. “Oh, God. I’m coming.” Then she wailed loudly.
    God, he practically came on the spot.
    She grinned widely and her gaze fell to his throbbing erection. She covered her mouth and giggled quietly. “Oh, my goodness. You can’t go out there like that. Not now.”
    Damn, she was right. No guy would believe he hadn’t just come if he’d been actually fucking her.
    And, damn, he wanted to fuck her.
    He pulled her against him and groaned at the sensations assaulting him. Her soft breasts pressing against his chest, each bead-hard nipple driving into him. Her warm belly compressing his throbbing cock between them.
    His tongue drove into her as he wished his cock could, and her hot mouth surrounded his tongue. Heat spiked through him. Oh, God, he was going to—
    Releasing her lips, he grasped her hips and pulled her tight against his body, then groaned. His body tensed and his cock erupted. His body shuddered as he climaxed, hot liquid spewing between them.
    He cupped her head and held it tight to his chest, his fingers tangled in her long blond hair. God damn it, this wasn’t the way he’d imagined his first time with her would be.
    Would she think…? Did this mean he’d failed her test?
    “Janine, I didn’t mean to.” He sucked in air. “You aren’t going to count that as…?”
    He hesitated when he heard a whimper against his chest. Damn it all. Had he made her cry?
    “Janine?” As he tipped up her chin, he realized she wasn’t crying. She was trying to muffle laughter.
    “What the hell is so funny?”
    “That was certainly one solution to our dilemma.”
    “Dilemma?”
    “Well…” She pointed at his wilted cock. “It’s not hard anymore.”
    “That’s true.” Damn. How did this woman manage to keep him so totally off balance all the time? “If we stay in here any longer, though, the same problem will … crop up … very quickly.”
    She glanced down at his already swelling cock. She grinned and stroked her finger over the tip, nearly driving him to distraction. How could she touch him so casually and not realize the profound effect she had on him?
    “In that case, I’d better give you some space.” She backed away and grabbed a tissue box from the table beside the bed and wiped up the gooey mess from her stomach. She handed him several tissues, too.
    “I’ll just go clean up a little.”
    She headed for another door on the other side of the bed, probably an en suite bathroom, which reminded Sloan that she knew her way around Derek’s bedroom. Jealousy surged through him, but he quashed it as he cleaned up the wetness on his stomach.
    A knock sounded on the door.
    “Hey, guys. If you’ve decided to abandon us, at least let us know so we can put on a movie or something,” Derek said