Secret Weapon

“Sensational.” He stood up and walked toward her, his gaze wandering the length of her body.

He looked incredibly sexy in his dark blue police uniform. Six foot two, thick muscular arms, broad shoulders, and a solid chest. Her nipples rose, tightening, sending tingles through her. He tucked his fingers under the swell of her breast, then lightly stroked her sensitive flesh.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think you should cover these up.”

Her eyebrows arched. “Really?”

His hand stroked over her breast, then tweaked her nipple, sending sharp sensations spiraling through her.

“Well, I think it will be too much for my friend all at once.” Derek’s hand glided down her belly, then cupped her mound. “This, too.”

His finger stroked her, then pushed in a little.

She grabbed his tie and tugged him forward, then thrust her tongue into his mouth as their lips merged.

“If you keep doing that”—she sent him a fierce smile as she cupped his balls through his pants and squeezed—“then I’m going to pull out that big cock of yours and fuck you right on the floor.”

Derek chuckled and drew his hand from her moistening slit, but she noticed the bulge in his pants had extended. He loved it when she acted aggressive and talked dirty.

“When is your friend coming over?” She unfastened the strap around her neck, then turned her back toward him. “Would you get the snaps at my waist?”

He unfastened them. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but you did these up on your own when you put it on.”

“Sure. But this is way more fun.”

The harness fell away from her body and he handed it to her.

“He should be here in about half an hour.”

“Okay.” She turned to face him, then ran her fingers over the black leather pouch attached to his belt. “I see you have your handcuffs.”

“Yep. I always carry them when I’m with you. Though I don’t know why I bother. You have at least two pairs of your own.”

“Yeah, but mine aren’t real police handcuffs like yours.”

“Actually, they are. Except the pink ones.” He grinned. “Well, they are, too, but not ones any cop I know would carry around.”

She shrugged. “But mine haven’t been used by real police to keep people captive.” For some reason, the thought that his handcuffs had actually been used to restrain people always turned her on. When Derek snapped them around her wrists, she felt like he was really taking her prisoner.

His brown eyes darkened and he dragged her naked body against his and plundered her mouth. “The thought of my handcuffs is making you hot, isn’t it?”

She grinned up at him. “You know it.”

“Since you like dating men of authority, you’ll love my friend.”

Derek hadn’t told her the guy’s name. That would ruin the game they wanted to play—Janine having sex with a handsome stranger. Derek had assured her his friend was extremely good-looking. Not that it mattered as long as he knew how to treat a woman and liked sex.

Hot, wild sex.

* * *

Janine disappeared into the master bedroom and opened her overnight bag. She riffled through the outfits she’d brought, then pulled on a sexy leather bra and thong. Silver chains cascaded from the bra and short links of chains adorned the front of the thong. Anticipation spiked through her as she glanced at the clock. Fifteen more minutes.

She walked down the hall to the second bedroom, where Derek stood waiting for her.

He smiled. “Very nice.”

He led her to the wall, where there were sturdy metal loops mounted just above her shoulder height about two and a half feet apart. Metal cuffs dangled from chains attached to the loops. Derek had installed the loops specifically for this kind of play, and when they weren’t being used for bondage, he removed the chains and hung candle sconces from them.