Both he and Derek watched her as she opened her stocking-clad legs and hooked her knees over the armrests. Sloan couldn’t pry his gaze from her naked pussy.
“Lovely. Now I want you to take a cube of ice from your glass and stroke it over your breasts.”
She smiled, then dipped her fingers into the icy water and drew out an ice cube. She brought it to her face, water dripping from her fingers and down her chest, and licked the cube. As her tongue lapped out and stroked the hard, slippery cube, Sloan’s cock hardened.
Slowly, she drew the cube down her chest, then over her breast. When she dragged it over the aureola, her nipple hardened immediately. Then she glided it to her other nipple and stroked it with the ice
. That one also thrust forward at the cold. Water dribbled down her flesh, dripping over her breast.
The doorbell rang.
Janine hesitated as she glanced at the door, then her gaze shot to Sloan.
“I’ll get it.” Derek got up and headed for the door.
Janine dropped the ice cube back into the glass, then drew her legs from the armrest and stood up. Derek now stood at the door.
“I didn’t say to move,” Sloan said as she grabbed her coat. “Now sit back down.”
She dropped her coat and sat down again.
“Legs back on the armrests.”
She did as she was told, her gaze nervously shooting to the door.
Derek opened the door a little, then turned back to them. “It’s the pizza guy.”
“Let him in.” Sloan smiled as Janine’s eyes grew wide.
Derek swung open the door and stepped back.
* * *
Janine had to stop herself from racing for the coat and covering herself, or at the very least closing her thighs and covering her breasts. What had gotten into Sloan?
Her cheeks turned crimson as a man carrying a pizza box stepped through the doorway, then closed the door behind him. Then her gaze slid to his face, expecting to see a googly-eyed stranger, but instead she saw a familiar face. Liam.
“I thought you couldn’t make it tonight,” she said.
When she’d asked Sloan if he would invite Liam tonight, he’d told her Liam wasn’t available. She’d wondered if Sloan just didn’t want Liam around her. She knew she’d pushed his buttons by inviting Liam to join them for the day after their incredible stranger fantasy, and Sloan had definitely been a bit jealous of the other man, but it seemed Sloan was handling it better than she thought.
Liam’s gaze fell on her breasts, then glided down her torso, to her exposed folds.
He grinned. “The pizza man is always available for delivery, ma’am.”
Sloan stood up and pulled out his wallet and peered inside. “Hmm. I was sure I had enough money for the pizza. What about you, Derek?”
Derek shook his head. “I didn’t bring any cash with me.”
Liam glanced from Derek to Sloan, his eyebrows raised.
“We don’t have any money, but”—Sloan glanced toward Janine—“I’m sure Janine would be willing to pay you.”
Liam gazed at Janine again. “The young lady doesn’t seem to have any money on her.”
“I wasn’t thinking of money,” Sloan said.
“Really?” Liam thrust the pizza box into Derek’s hands.