Secret Weapon by Opal Carew Page B

raised an eyebrow. “You want to borrow my motorcycle?”
    Sloan glanced at him, interest in his eyes. “That’s not a bad idea, but it’s not what I was going to ask.”
    “What, then?”
    “She’s into … more than one man at a time.”
    Liam laughed. “You’re kidding.” This must be some kind of joke. That was not Sloan’s type of scene. Derek’s maybe—no, definitely. But Sloan?
    “I’m dead serious. I promised to set her up with a special fantasy. Sex with a stranger. Are you willing to help me out?”
    “And I’d be the stranger?”
    “She knows me, so … yeah.”
    “And you and I”—he flicked his finger back and forth—“would both…? At the same time?”
    “That’s right. You in?”
    Liam’s groin tightened at the thought. If this hot babe was as wild as Sloan claimed, how far would she go to please a guy? What would she let a guy do to her?
    “Are you kidding me? When and where?”
    *   *   *
     
    Janine entered Sloan’s house and glanced around. It suited him, with the strong, robust lines of the furniture, the dark colors, the nature art on the walls.
    “A glass of red wine?” Sloan asked.
    “A vodka cooler would be nice.”
    She sat down on the burgundy leather couch as he headed into the kitchen, then returned a moment later with a tall glass of clear, bubbly liquid. She sipped the drink, then set it down. Her glance landed on the two stripper poles in the corner of the room about two feet apart. They were those pressure ones, so they could be dismounted easily.
    “I take it those are for our little adventure tonight.”
    He sat beside her. “True. I understand you have a penchant for handcuffs.” His hand stroked along her shoulder, left bare by her halter-style dress.
    She smiled. “Are you going to use handcuffs on me?”
    He kissed the side of her neck, sending tingles quivering through her. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to peek at your stranger. And I wouldn’t want you to run away.”
    “Run away? Because the stranger will ravage me?”
    He nuzzled the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck and heat washed through her. “Ravage you. Yes.”
    He tucked his finger under her chin and turned her face, then captured her lips. His arms encircled her and he pulled her against his solid body.
    A chirping sound interrupted them and he drew away, then pulled his cell phone from his pocket and glanced at the display.
    “My friend is almost here. It’s time to get you ready.”
    She picked up her glass and took a couple more sips, excitement zinging through her. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
    She stood up and walked toward the poles. Sloan grabbed a pair of handcuffs sitting on the end table beside the couch and clamped one bracelet around her wrist. He backed her up to the poles and fastened her to one of them. Then he fastened another cuff around her other wrist and fastened it to the other pole. His stared straight down, his gaze lingering on her breasts swelling from her plunging neckline.
    “Mmm. Nice view.” He picked up a black satin eye mask and positioned it over her eyes. A thin elastic strap held it in place. “Can you see anything?”
    She shook her head. “Not a thing.” Total blackness filled her world.
    She felt his warm hands on her shoulders and tingles danced through her as they glided down her arms.
    “My friend will be here in a few moments.” He stroked over her breasts, then cupped them. “I left the door unlocked. He’ll walk in any moment.”
    Sloan leaned close. She felt his breath on her ear, then felt the soft brush of his lips.
    “He’ll see me touching you.” His fingers slipped under her halter dress and inside the cup of her strapless bra. “He’ll see me caressing you.”
    He teased her hardening nipple with his fingertip. “Then he’ll touch you, too. And caress you.”
    Heat washed through her.
    Had she heard the door open? Was there someone else here?
    Sloan’s fingers glided down her back … then she realized he