Twelve

Janine glanced up from the computer screen when Rebecca, her secretary, stepped into her office and closed the door behind her.

“Janine. There’s someone here to see you. He’s absolutely gorgeous and I’m so jealous! Do you want me to send him in?”

Janine’s lips quirked. “Well, I’m not going to refuse after that description, am I?”

“Good choice.” Rebecca opened the door and smiled at someone. “Ms. Reid will see you now.” Rebecca smiled.

Sloan stepped into the doorway and leaned against the doorjamb. “Hi.”

“Hi. This is a surprise.”

He grinned. “A pleasant one, I hope.”

Rebecca just stood gazing at him, a half smile on her lips.

“Rebecca, why don’t you go for lunch?”

Rebecca glanced at her, then back to Sloan. “Okay, boss. I’ll see you around one.” She slipped past Sloan, a wistful look in her eyes. Clearly, she would love to be the one dating Sloan, and for some reason, a pang of jealousy surged through Janine.

Sloan stepped farther into the office. “Actually, it’s such a beautiful day, I came to invite you out for lunch. I was hoping you could steal a couple of hours from work.”

“Your schedule’s clear, boss,” Rebecca called from the outer office. “That should be no problem.”

“Thanks, Rebecca. Now go to lunch.”

“Okay, I’m gone,” she called back.

Janine waited until she heard Rebecca’s desk drawer open and close as she retrieved her purse, and then Janine watched as Rebecca walked down the hall.

“She’s cute,” Sloan said.

“You think so? Want me to invite her on our next date?”

Sloan glanced her way in surprise. “Really?”

“No, not really. She’s my secretary. I’m sure there’s some sort of sexual harassment problem if I even suggest it.”

“Oh.”

She smiled. “Don’t look so crestfallen. If you’d like me to invite another woman along, I know someone you would probably find attractive who would enjoy joining in.”

He stared at her, and his vivid blue eyes darkened. He pushed the door closed and walked around her desk, then turned her chair to face him. Janine gazed up at him as he towered over her.

Sloan took her hand and pulled her to her feet and into his arms. “As tempting as that sounds—and believe me, the thought of being with two sexy women at the same time is a definite fantasy of mine—I only want to be with you.”

Janine choked back a lump in her throat. She’d really thought Sloan would jump at a chance like that—to be with two women. But the intensity of his piercing blue gaze as it held hers, the confident, absolute certainty of his conviction that he wanted her, and her alone, melted her heart. Right at this moment, if she let them, tears would spring from her eyes at the sincerity of his love for her.

Oh, God, no. Not love. Some misguided attraction or desire to recapture what they might have had when they were younger. But he was not in love with her. She didn’t believe that.

She couldn’t believe that.

He captured her lips in a compelling combination of tenderness and authority. His tongue swept into her mouth, engaging hers in a tumultuous dance. When he finally released her, she simply gazed at him, catching her breath.

“So? Lunch?”

“Um … sure.” She grabbed her purse and pulled it from her drawer. “What do you have in mind? One of the outdoor patios on the river?”

“No. Something more interesting than that.” He crossed her office and opened the door.

“More interesting? Like what?”

“Follow me and you’ll find out.”

“Oh, a surprise?” She wasn’t sure if she wanted a surprise, especially from Sloan. But she was committed now as she followed him to the elevator.

She stepped off at the lobby and she followed him out the front door, then down the street. He stopped in front of a big black motorcycle.

“I didn’t know you rode a motorcycle.”

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know.” He unlocked the case at the back and pulled out a helmet, which he handed to her.

She pulled on the helmet, then glanced down at her straight black skirt. “Hmm.”

He chuckled as he pulled on a black leather jacket he’d stowed in the storage compartment. “What? My wild and passionate Janine is going to let a little thing like a skirt stop her from enjoying an adventure with a man?”

She compressed her lips and grabbed the sides of her skirt, wriggling it up a little, then climbed onto the backseat of the big machine. A couple of young guys passing by whistled at her show of leg.

Sloan glanced at her black-stocking-clad thighs in appreciation, then climbed onto the bike in front of her.

“Hang on.” He thrust his leg down and the machine rumbled to life.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, her fingers gliding over the supple leather of his jacket. Sloan pulled into the noontime traffic and zoomed down the road. About ten minutes later, the bike zipped along the highway. Janine rested her head against Sloan’s back, protecting her face from the wind.

After about a twenty-minute ride, he pulled off on a small side road, which got smaller as they followed it through trees, until finally it petered off into a dirt road. Still he drove until finally he took another side road. Janine could see the glitter of water ahead.

He pulled off the road to a clearing in the trees with the banks of the lake only yards away, then turned off the engine.

“It’s pretty isolated, so I thought it would be the perfect place for a picnic.”

The clear blue sky above and the sunlight glittering on the calm water made a beautiful view.

“It’s lovely.”

He got off the bike, and she took the hand he offered to help her climb down.

“I packed some sandwiches and juice,” he said.

As he stepped forward to retrieve the lunch, she stepped in his path. “You know, why don’t we forget about eating right now?” She stroked her hand over his shoulder, then down the front of his leather jacket. Her fingers caught the zipper tab and she dragged it down. Slowly.

“I can think of something else I’d much rather do right now than have lunch.”

She flattened her other hand on his solid chest and caressed. The feel of hard muscle under her palm sent thrills through her. The zipper tag hit the end and his jacket fell open. He shrugged it off, then tugged off his black T-shirt.

“Well, there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he said.

Her gaze fell to the tanned flesh of his bulging arms and broad chest, and traveled down to his ridged abs. She smiled and pressed him back against the bike, then ran her hand over his bulging crotch. She glanced around. No one was anywhere in sight, and they were so far off the beaten path she was sure no one would happen upon them.

She unfastened his black leather belt and unzipped his jeans. His erection had pushed past the waistband of his boxers, and several inches of cock peeked over the edge. She tucked her fingers under the waistband and drew it down, exposing the top half of his shaft.

He kicked off his shoes, then pushed his jeans and boxers down in one motion and stepped out of them. Now he stood before her naked except for his socks. And she was fully clothed. It was an incredibly sexy situation.

Her fingertips brushed against the satin skin of his shaft, and she wrapped her fingers around it. Of course, he was so thick she couldn’t close her fingers around him. She stroked up and down, loving the feel of his big, marble-hard member in her hand.

“How sturdy is that bike?” she asked. “On the stand, I mean.”

He grinned. “It’ll hold both our weights without falling down, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“That’s exactly what I’m asking.”

He wrapped his hands around her hips, pulled her to him, and kissed her, his mouth caressing hers with passion. She felt his fingers at her back, then he glided her skirt down, revealing her black pantyhose.

“You seemed to be having some difficulty with your skirt on the way here, so I wanted you to be comfortable.”

She grinned. “I see.” She stepped out of her shoes and tugged off her pantyhose, then unfastened her blouse buttons, one by one.

He watched as her blouse parted bit by bit, slowly revealing her black lace bra beneath. She dropped her blouse to the ground, leaving her standing there in only her bra and matching panties.

He kicked his leg over the bike and sat on the passenger seat, which rose above the driver’s seat, then lifted her onto the bike facing him. She leaned back and ran her hands over her breasts, then squeezed them together. Sloan’s gaze locked on them as they swelled forward, and he watched her hands as they stroked over her shoulders and then down her arms, as she caressed herself seductively. She hooked her thumbs under her bra straps, then glided up and down. She dropped one strap off her shoulder, then the other. He watched as she stroked down her stomach, her other hand cupping her breast and squeezing. When her hand reached her panties, she tucked a finger under the waistband, then lifted. Sloan’s cock twitched and he wrapped his hand around it. Gazing at his gigantic member, she tucked her hand inside the crotch of her panties and stroked.

*   *   *

Sloan could just imagine what Janine felt inside the tiny little panties of hers. If her pussy was half as wet as his cock was hard, she must be ready to come right now. Her hand glided out of her panties and back up to her breasts, her fingers glistening in the sunlight.

She stroked over her breasts again and squeezed them together. They swelled forward enticingly. She toyed with her loose bra straps, then tugged downward, pulling the cups a little. She tugged the lace lower and his breath caught as her nipple appeared above the black fabric. She pulled the other cup down and her other nipple peeked out. He tightened his hold on his cock.

She reached around behind her and unfastened her bra, then held it against her breasts. She stroked her hands over the cups, then lowered the garment slowly, revealing more and more of her perfect breasts. Finally, she tossed it aside.

She wrapped her hands around her waist, her arms pushing her breasts upward, then stroked their undersides.

She leaned back against the instrument panel, caressing her breasts, then her shoulders, back to her breasts … her hands constantly moving, touching, squeezing.

“God, Janine, I’m so hard.”

She smiled. “I can see that. Do you like watching me touch myself?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then why aren’t you stroking your cock? I’d like to watch you stroke it.”

Of course she would. He had assumed otherwise, but he should have figured Janine out by now. He glided his hand up and down his cock, enjoying the hungry look in her topaz blue eyes. She stroked over her breasts, her hands moving in circles. Then she licked her finger and toyed with one nipple. The tight dusky bud glistened with moisture and he longed to suck it into his mouth.

“I want to see you touch your pussy again.”

She smiled and slid one hand down her flat stomach while the other hand continued to stroke her hard nipple. He watched her fingers glide under her panties, the lacy fabric moving. She drew her hand out again, then tucked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and drew them down the sides of her hips, lower and lower, but keeping her pussy covered. She coiled around and knelt on the bike, her back to him, and lowered the back of her panties, baring her luscious ass. She dragged the small lacy item down her thighs, wiggled them over her knees, and then along her calves and off. She crumpled the lacy fabric in her hand and stroked it over the curve of her behind, then around her hip. When she seductively turned back to face him, she held the scrap of lace over her pussy as her legs parted until she sat astride the seat again. She stroked the panties in circles between her legs, then glided upward. His gaze locked on her sweet little pussy, the furry star above, as she caressed her breasts with the black lace. Round and round. She dragged the fabric down her stomach again and over her intimate folds. Finally, she tossed the lace toward him. The panties hooked on his throbbing cock. He grabbed them and stroked them over his hard flesh.

“Mmm. Very nice.” She watched as he caressed his shaft up and down with her tiny panties. “You know, it’s so sunny out and I have so much flesh exposed. Do you have any suntan lotion?”

He reached into the black bag affixed to the bike, tugged out a spray bottle of sunscreen, and handed it to her.

“A pump. Nice.” She sprayed the lotion across her breasts and down her stomach. More and more until a thick white coat covered her. She stroked her hands over her breasts, around and around, spreading the lotion until her breasts shone in the sunlight like polished marble, then down her stomach, leaving a sheen. Finally, her fingers glided over her pussy and dipped inside.

Sloan’s cock ached with the need to drive inside her.

“Sweetheart, you’re driving me insane.”

She smiled. “Really?” Her hips shifted from side to side as she shimmied toward him on the leather seat.

She dragged her finger over the tip of his cock. The intense sensations rocketed through him. He wanted to grab her by the waist and lift her onto his raging cock right now.

She leaned forward and licked his cockhead and he groaned.

“You have such a big cock, Sloan. I really had no idea.”

“So if you’d known, would you have agreed to go out with me sooner?”

She grinned. “Well, you never know.”

She pressed her lips against him, then surrounded his cockhead with her hot, wet mouth.

“Oh, yeah.” His hand cupped her head.

He drew her hair back from her face, coiling the long strands around his hand. She glided forward, taking his shaft deeper into her warmth. Then her head bobbed back and forth, his hand gliding with her. She tucked her hands under his balls and caressed. He moaned at the delightful sensation. He drew her head forward and she opened wide, taking him deeper. Amazingly deep.

She squeezed him in her mouth and he groaned.

“Oh, damn. I’m so fucking close.”

Her hand tightened on his balls, gently, and she glided off his cock.

“Then come. Right now.” She covered his cockhead and wrapped her hot mouth tight around it. She sucked as her fingers stroked behind his testicles.

He burst in her mouth, groaning out loud at the exquisite release. She stroked his exposed shaft as she continued to suck him.

Finally, he collapsed back on the bike, his cock still protruding from her mouth. She glided off his tip and smiled.

*   *   *

Janine gazed at Sloan’s slumped form. God, it was hot watching him come. Feeling him erupt in her mouth.

He drew in a deep breath, then smiled broadly. “Now it’s your turn.”

She gazed at his wilted cock. “It doesn’t look like you’re quite ready.” She dragged her fingers over her slick folds, longing for his hard erection inside her.

He leaned forward and stroked his hands over her breasts, still slick from the sunscreen. He cupped them with his big hands and caressed, sending tingles through her, then dragged his fingertips over her nipples. Her insides melted with intense desire. He leaned closer and captured one hard nipple in his mouth. His tongue teased over the tip, then he sucked. She moaned at the sharp sensation. She wrapped her hands around his head, her fingers forking through his hair, and she pulled him tight to her breast. He teased and cajoled her hard bud with his tongue. Then he sucked again and she cried out.

He chuckled, then continued to lick her nipple as he dragged one hand down her stomach, then over her folds. He glided over her clit and electric bursts pulsed across her nerve endings. His fingers stroked her slit then slid inside. Her pelvis arched upward and she squeezed him, longing for something longer and thicker than his fingers.

She gazed at his semierect cock with longing. She swung her leg over the bike and leaned over it, her breasts tucked over the side of the driver’s seat. She opened her legs and stroked her round behind.

Sloan took her hint and climbed off the bike, then stood behind her.

“Wow. What a beautiful view.”

His hands joined hers, caressing her behind. He glided between her cheeks and down, stroking her slit. She sucked in a deep breath and cupped her breasts, then stroked them, tweaking the nipples as he found her clit and teased it.

“Oh, God, Sloan. I want you inside me.”

He chuckled. “Sweetheart, I love hearing you say that.”

His fingers glided into her, then she felt hard flesh nudge against her.

“God, Sloan, if that’s your cock, drive it into me. Right now.”

An agony of pleasure ripped through her as he drove deep into her in one sudden thrust, his broad cock stretching her wide. She wailed at the intensity of his sublime invasion.

“Ohhh … yes. Fuck me now. Deep and hard.”

He drew back, the ridge of his cockhead stroking her insides. She quivered. He drove forward again and she moaned. He drew back.

“Sloan … yes … Please fuck me faster.”

He thrust deep, then kept on thrusting. Faster and faster. She sucked in air, then wailed as pleasure burst through her in an intense wave. His cock plunged into her over and over. She gasped, then cried out again. And again. He exploded inside her, catapulting her into ecstasy.

Finally, she collapsed on the bike, Sloan’s body pressed tight to hers, both of them gasping for air.

She pushed away loose strands of hair from her face. “That was incredibly hot,” she panted.

“You’re not kidding.” He nuzzled her neck, then kissed her temple.

Her heart melted at the incredibly tender gesture. He was so sweet. So … loving.

It almost scared her.

He cupped her shoulders and stood up, drawing her with him. He turned her around and kissed her, his lips moving on hers in a persuasive, tender manner. She melted against him, totally aware of their naked bodies touching so intimately. Not in a sexual sense, but like a man and woman. In a real relationship.

Like two people in love.

Oh, God, she couldn’t fall in love with Sloan. And she certainly didn’t want him falling in love with her. They were all wrong for each other.

At least, he was wrong for her. He was having fun playing the part, but she knew he’d never fully accept the way she was, allowing her the total freedom she needed.

Damn, she had made a big mistake agreeing to date him. Now that she’d tasted what it was like to make love with him … God, he was addictive. Could she really be as selfish as she felt like being right now? Wanting to continue this relationship with him because of the sensational sex?

On the other hand, he was a big boy. Oh, God, really big!

She sucked in a breath. The point was, Sloan would never give up on the idea of having a romantic relationship with her until he came face-to-face with the fact that she would never settle for a traditional relationship—one woman, one man. It felt too much like a domination scenario. Not that she minded domination, as long as she could walk away from it at any time.

No, she would not regret agreeing to date Sloan. It was the only way for him to understand what she required in a relationship and to come to terms with it. He would eventually realize he would never convince her to settle for anything less than total freedom.

*   *   *

Sloan sensed a change in her. After their incredible lovemaking, all alone out here in the wilderness, he had felt closer to her than ever before. There had been an intimacy between them. Just the two of them, exulting in pleasuring each other. Then their tender kiss.

Then suddenly she’d withdrawn, even though she hadn’t moved a muscle.

He lingered over the kiss a little longer before finally releasing her lips.

Something flickered in her topaz eyes, then she smiled. “How about those sandwiches? I’m incredibly hungry after that great workout.”

“Sure.” He released her and fetched the bagged lunch from the storage compartment on the bike, feeling a deep sense of loss as she pulled on her clothes.

*   *   *

A knock sounded, and Sloan crossed to his front door and opened it.

Derek stood on the other side. “Hi.”

“Hey. Come on in.” Sloan stepped back to let him in.

Derek stepped into Sloan’s house and Sloan gestured toward the couch. Derek crossed the room and sat down.

“So, where’s our girl?” Derek asked.

“The other room. I’ll let her know you’re here.”

He walked down the hall and opened the bedroom door. At the sight of Janine standing in front of the mirror, brushing her long blond hair, wearing only a sexy red lace thong and matching bra, he smiled. His gaze glided over her delightfully round behind to the black stockings with sexy lace edges on the top—which somehow stayed up on their own without a garter belt—then lingered on her bare white thighs above. His cock stirred.

“You look sensational.”

She smiled at him in the mirror. “Thank you.” She put down the brush and turned around. Her breasts spilled over the top of the lace cups in a most enticing way. “Is Derek here?”

“Yes, he just arrived.”

She picked up her black coat from the bed and pulled it on.

His eyebrows arched. “Are you leaving?”

She laughed. “No way. I just thought I’d give you both a little show.”

“I thought I was in charge tonight.”

Janine’s penchant for handcuffs and her teasing about him dominating her had given him the idea for tonight’s scenario. Since she insisted on interacting with other men in addition to him, at least if he was the one calling the shots, he could maintain a level of control. That actually made the situation not only tolerable but exhilarating. Plus, it gave him the opportunity to use a trait she sometimes viewed as a flaw in him to shining advantage.

Her gaze shot to his. “Oh, of course.” She walked toward him until she stood facing him, then lowered her gaze. “Whatever you wish … Master.”