Secret Weapon

After Ben died—shot by some thug during a holdup—Sloan took over Ben’s role as her protector. He’d also decided to become a cop. He seemed to thrive on the rules, and on getting some sense of bringing order to the streets, but she wished he could have just been a man—someone to hold her, to help her grieve. Someone to love her and, as much as it rankled her to think it, to take care of her. Not by imposing rules and limitations on her, but by being with her, holding her. Loving her.

After Ben’s death, Sloan seemed incapable of touching her. Even at the funeral, when she’d hugged him and cried on his shoulder, he’d stiffened and patted her back, clearly uncomfortable being that close to her. She wasn’t stupid. She knew it was probably because he felt it would be a betrayal to Ben. Somewhere along the way, Sloan had equated having sex with Janine to hurting her.

Once Sloan became a full-fledged cop, he’d enlisted his buddies to watch over her, too. It got so that she couldn’t turn a corner or talk to a guy without a cop showing up with an eagle eye on her. It made it tough to get a boyfriend.

Finally, she’d left L.A. She needed to find her own way, needed to get away from Sloan and his overprotectiveness—and her intense yet unfulfilled yearning for him.

Now she had her own gaggle of uniformed men around, but not to protect her. And she’d come to really dig handcuffs.

A knock sounded on the door behind her and she jumped.

“Janine, it’s Derek.”

She hesitated, her hands balled at her sides.

“Sloan’s gone. May I come in?”

She turned and opened the door, then stepped back to let him in. As Derek stared at her, understanding glowing in his warm brown eyes, she feared he saw too much. He drew her against his solid body, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, then rested her head against his chest.

“I didn’t know you had a brother. Sloan told me how he died.” He tightened his arms around her. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

The tears welled, and one escaped and fell on his chest, leaving a damp splotch on his uniform shirt. He stroked her hair behind her ear, then kissed the top of her head.

“If you want to talk about it…”

Ah, damn. She didn’t want to dredge up the pain. She didn’t want him to see her vulnerability.

“Sure, I’d like to talk.” She stroked her hand down his solid washboard stomach, then grabbed the tag of his zipper and tugged it down. She dipped her hand inside and stroked his bulging cock through the cotton of his boxers. “I want to talk about bringing out this bad boy”—she slipped her hand inside his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his swelling erection—“and you shoving me against the wall and driving into me.” She squeezed. “Hard.”

Two

Janine tugged Derek’s uniform pants until they fell to the floor with a thump, then freed his erection from his boxers and stroked its considerable length. Grinning, she stepped back and unfastened her leather bra and eased it slowly from her breasts.

His simmering chocolate eyes watched intently as she drew it downward. She revealed the edges of the aureolas, which were all puckered and nubby, then the tight buds of her nipples. She tossed the garment aside and smiled.

Her fingers found her nipples and she teased them while he watched.

He leaned over and picked up his pants, then retrieved the pouch from his belt. Then he stepped forward and grabbed one of her wrists. Before she knew it, he’d pulled his silver handcuffs from the pouch and flicked one cuff around her wrist. Her breathing caught at the bite of the cold steel and the hard, metallic click as it locked around her wrist.

He turned her around and tugged her hands behind her, then imprisoned

the other wrist. His hands gripped her shoulders and he turned her around to face him again.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’re under arrest. For indecent exposure.”

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.