Secret Weapon

Finally she collapsed against the bars, his body tight against her, his cock still fully immersed in her … and still as hard as a rock.

He kissed her cheek, then drew back,

his cockhead stroking along her inner channel almost setting her off again.

He unfastened her wrists and turned her around, then captured her lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.

* * *

Sloan stared at the camera, his gazed locked on the expression on Liam’s face. He looked like a man … oh, God … totally smitten by a woman.

As Liam continued to kiss Janine, he backed her toward the cot. He lay her down gently and prowled over her.

Suddenly, the scene seemed way too intimate for Sloan’s liking. Maybe he couldn’t handle this after all.

Eighteen

Sloan’s heart ached, knowing the only alternative was giving up on Janine, and he couldn’t do that. The only chance he had of possibly winning her for good—of making this work—was to prove to her that he accepted her for who she was. Even if she made love to his best friend.

Sloan turned and strode to the door, then hurried down the hall to the room with the cell. Janine and Liam lay on the cot, their naked bodies still entwined, catching their breath.

“Officer O’Neill,” Sloan snapped.

Liam gazed around. “Yes, Captain?”

“You’re out of uniform.”

“Sorry, Captain.” Liam leaned down and kissed Janine, then lifted himself from her body. He took her hand and helped her to sit up, then picked up his uniform from the floor and began putting it on.

Once he’d finished putting on his clothes, he sat on the cot and pulled on his shoes, then glanced toward Sloan.

“I told the prisoner I would try to persuade you to be lenient and let her go,” Liam said. “I think if you spend a little time with her, she might convince you to set her free.”

“I think you might be right,” Sloan said.

He strode to the cot and grasped her hands, then drew her to her feet and into his arms. He captured her lips and stormed her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue drove into her and found her tongue, then swirled over it. Her wide eyes fell closed and her arms surrounded him. He stroked her back as their mouths moved together passionately.

Her fingers tangled in his shirt buttons as she tried to unfasten them. He separated from her briefly to tug the shirt over his shoulders and toss it aside, then pulled her to him again. He sucked in a breath as her soft breasts pressed against his naked skin. His cock swelled painfully.

With their lips still locked together, she released his zipper. He shoved his pants down, boxers and all, and kicked them away, then backed her to the wall. He wrapped his hand around his erection, which was pushing against her belly, and guided it to her opening.

* * *

Janine gasped as Sloan’s huge cock thrust into her, pinning her to the wall. His intense blue eyes stared into hers and she felt his love washing over her. She pressed her lips to his again, lost in a sea of emotion. Hot, tumultuous feelings of lust, confusion, even a little fear—but mostly of love—for this warm, loving, yet frustrating man.

But, by God, she needed him.

He drew back, his big cock stroking her inner passage, driving her so wild she trembled. Then he thrust deep again.

“Oh, God, Sloan. That feels so good.” She kissed him again, desperate for him to possess her completely.

He pulled back and drove deep again, filling her body with his awesome cock—and filling her soul with love.

He plunged into her again and again. Pleasure swelled, bursting through every cell, flooding each nerve ending. She gasped as rapture swept through her, carrying her to a place of infinite joy. She clung to him, wailing, barely hearing the sound of her own voice as it careened higher and higher, leaving her voice hoarse.

She flew over the edge to a place of unspeakable ecstasy.

Sloan groaned … and followed her to that state of pure bliss.