Secret Weapon

She moaned, and he felt his groin tighten. He burst inside her again.

“Sloan. Yes. I’m—” She wailed as she joined him in ecstasy.

She dropped down onto his chest, her soft breasts snuggling against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and breathed in the heavenly herbal scent of her hair.

Then his eyes fell closed and consciousness slipped away.

* * *

Janine snuggled her cheek against Sloan’s broad chest, stroking the solid muscles. She couldn’t stop smiling. Sloan was full of surprises. His huge cock was one. Wowee! But his playfulness was also unexpected. And the way he’d handled last night. Sure, he’d had a few tense moments, a little jealously showing through, but given how much she’d pushed him, he’d done amazingly well. Almost too well. She’d expected him to fail miserably, proving to him that he couldn’t handle dating her. She’d never expected to get to this point with him.

A low rumbling snore startled her. Her eyes widened. The man had fallen asleep?

She lifted her head and stared at him, ready to whap him one. But as she gazed at his handsome, endearing face, relaxed in sleep, she remembered how he had held her all night long, his cock as stiff as a board. He couldn’t have gotten much sleep.

She sighed and sat up, easing away from the warmth and comfort of his broad chest. As she pushed herself onto her knees, his big cock slid from inside her. She sighed at the feeling of emptiness it left.

She walked to the bathroom to shower. She had to be careful she didn’t get too used to Sloan and that addictive cock of his—and, if she were honest with herself, the wonderful feeling of being protected and loved in his arms—because as far as Sloan seemed to have come, she was certain that he would not accept her lifestyle in the long run. Knowing him as she did, she realized he probably hoped to insinuate himself into her life, and her heart, then start insisting on changes she wouldn’t want to make.

And that she couldn’t allow.

* * *

Sloan awoke and immediately missed the softness of Janine’s body next to his, the feel of his cock nestled deep inside her warmth.

He opened his eyes to bright sunshine flooding through the bedroom window. Janine’s bedroom.

He glanced at the clock. Damn, eleven thirty. He’d wasted the whole morning sleeping instead of spending the time with Janine. Having a leisurely breakfast. Talking. Getting closer to her. He tossed aside the covers and headed into the bathroom to shower. When he walked into the living room fifteen minutes later, dressed and clean-shaven, his hair still damp, Janine glanced up from the dining table, turning over the magazine she’d been reading.

“Morning. There’s fresh coffee in the kitchen.” She stood up and stretched. “I’ll make you some breakfast. You still like western omelets?”

He grinned. Janine making him breakfast? Delightful.

“I do.”

“Okay, coming right up.”

He followed her into the kitchen and poured himself a coffee, then watched as she beat eggs in a metal bowl. She walked across the kitchen and pulled a container from the fridge with the ham, peppers and green onions already chopped.

“Aren’t you efficient.”

“I made one for myself a few hours ago, so I cut up extra. I figured you’d like one when you got up.”

He dragged his hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, sorry about falling back to sleep.”

She grinned. “Well, you did expend a lot of energy this morning.” She glanced down at his crotch, causing his cock to swell. “And after almost no sleep last night.”

He wanted to sweep her into his arms again and carry her back to bed, but she turned away and opened the lower cupboard by the oven. She pulled out a frying pan and put it on the stove, turned on the element, then added butter to the pan. Once it was melted, she poured the egg mixture into the pan and added the other ingredients. After a few moments, she turned the omelet.

“Smells good.” Sloan grabbed a plate from another cupboard and retrieved some cutlery from the drawer.

Janine lifted the steaming omelet onto his plate, then sat across the table from him sipping coffee and reading through her magazine while he ate. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, wanting to memorize everything about her. Her long hair cascading over her shoulders, the sunlight glistening from the pale golden strands. Her teeth nibbling on her sweet, full lips, just as he’d love to do right now. Her glossy burgundy polished fingernails catching the light as she flipped the pages to find another article to read.

This was heaven, simply spending time with her … like any couple might do. It was so rare that Janine did anything like anyone else. He admired her uniqueness. Her no-fear attitude to fly in the face of—well, pretty much anything—to just be who she was. But it was exhausting. In some things, he wished she could just be like everyone else. Like when it came to love and relationships.

“So how’s your job going?” he asked.

She glanced up from the colorful pages. “Good, actually.”