Smooth Play (Brooklyn Monarchs 2)

“I can’t think of a better place to be with you.” His voice was a rough caress.

Troy toed off his loafers and shed his khaki pants. As she removed her clothing, Andrea studied his form-fitting white briefs. She wanted to pull them off with her teeth. She walked to him, wearing only her bra and underwear, and pressed his shoulders to encourage him onto the bed.

Andrea straddled his thighs, following him onto the mattress as he shifted to lie across its width. The look in his eyes made her feel sexy, attractive, and powerful. In this moment, she believed she was all those things.

She moved in, lowering her head to inhale his scent again. Her body dampened with arousal. She felt Troy brush her hair behind her shoulder. Andrea turned her head to kiss him. She caressed his mouth, nibbling it and sucking on his lower lip. Troy tunneled his fingers into her hair, holding her steady to deepen their contact. She felt his other hand moving toward her bra.

Andrea rose away. “Uh-uh. I’m in control.” Her smile spread as she reached back to stroke his erection. He was hot and hard. “And I’m really going to enjoy this.”

Troy lowered his arms. “Just promise you’ll respect me in the morning.”

She leaned forward again to kiss him hard. “I promise.”

She worked her way back down, drawing her fingertips through the fine hair covering his muscled chest. She followed the trail as the hair narrowed down his abdomen and disappeared beneath the waistband of his sinfully sexy briefs. Andrea scattered kisses across his torso, licking his taut, hot skin, until she once again arrived at his underwear.

Her gaze rose over his torso, pausing at his rapidly rising and falling chest. Andrea met his heated eyes. Holding his attention, she tucked her fingertips under his waistband and peeled away his last remaining article of clothing. His body was stiff with need. She was the cause of that. Her own body was almost drenched with desire.

She climbed back onto the bed, once again straddling Troy. Andrea hovered above his arousal to stroke his length with her tongue. She heard his groan, watched his body move. For so long, she’d been attracted to and admired his self-assurance. Only a very confident man would give control over completely to a woman to ensure her pleasure. Andrea’s excitement built to a breaking point.

She moved farther up his body. “Can I look inside your nightstand?”

Troy exhaled with relief. “Yes.” He nodded toward the nightstand behind her, then watched her stretch to reach the top drawer.

His eyes followed the slender line of her toned body. Even during his inappropriate fantasies, Troy had never considered that, beneath her conservative clothes, the tenacious reporter wore lace demi-cup bras and bikini underwear. Her breasts would perfectly fill his hands. His palms itched to cup her rounded derriere. His mouth went dry imaging the taste and feel of her naked skin.

She turned back to him, tearing the condom packet open with her teeth. Troy peeled his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “Do you need help?”

Andrea shook her head. Her hair danced around her narrow shoulders, bare but for the thin, dark blue bra straps. She wiggled past his hips to his thighs. He felt her lips on his arousal again before she applied the condom. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on breathing while her touch, soft and quick, rolled the condom over him.

He opened his eyes as she stood away from the bed to remove her underwear. His heart was pounding in his chest. His blood was rushing through his veins.

Troy found Andrea’s hungry gaze. “I’m going to touch you now.”

“Please.” She came to him, placing her slender arms on either side of his face.

Troy lifted his head slightly and suckled her nipples into his mouth. She was so sweet. Andrea groaned and pressed her hips against his waist. Her hair swung forward, brushing against his face. He smelled her shampoo. Troy released her left breast to take her right nipple into

his mouth.

He slid his hands down her back from her shoulder to her hips. Her skin was as smooth and soft as silk beneath his touch. He cupped her bottom with his left hand and shifted his right hand between their bodies. She was damp against his palm. Troy slipped his index finger into her. Andrea made a sound between a scream and a groan. She tightened around his finger. Her body moved faster. Her arms trembled.

Troy released her breast and whispered in her ear. “Sit up, honey. Sit up and take me inside you. You’re in control.”

Andrea rose and Troy positioned himself so she could have him. He clenched his teeth as she lowered to him slowly. Andrea moaned as she took more and more of him. Troy tightened his hold on her thighs, lifting himself to meet her. He struggled not to come as he watched Andrea seated on him. Her slender body arched, her nipples puckered, and her breasts bounced with their movements. This image was light-years from the tightly controlled reporter. He slid his hands up to touch her breasts. He stroked them, caressed them, rubbed his palms over her nipples. Andrea pressed his hands against her as she moved with him.

Troy freed his hands and drew them back down her body. Touching her waist, dipping into her navel, cupping her hips, and making his way to the juncture of her thighs. He watched Andrea for her reaction. Her eyes were closed. She caught her lower lip with her teeth. He touched her with his thumb. She gasped. Her body bowed. She pressed herself harder against his caress. Troy deepened his touch as he picked up his rhythm between her legs. He raised his left hand to knead her breast, rolling and pinching first her right nipple, then her left. Andrea’s gasps became pants. Her body tightened around him. Her muscles squeezed him harder and harder. As she screamed her climax, her body trembled against him, pulling him with her. She collapsed onto him. Troy held her tight as his own body shuddered with his release.

Andrea stilled in his arms. Why had it been so easy to put himself under someone else’s control? Or rather, why had it been so easy to give up control to Andrea?

“Oh, my word.” Andrea stared blindly at the ceiling of Troy’s bedroom. Her pulse had slowed and she’d finally caught her breath.

“Ditto.” His voice was muffled against his pillow.

Andrea chuckled. “Actually, it would take several words, and yet I find myself speechless.” She was feeling pretty smug, too.

Troy rolled onto his side to face her. “Me too.”

“You need confidence to allow someone to have that much control over you.” It had been incredible to be in control of such a large, well-made man. Her body was still pleasantly buzzing. And tomorrow, she wouldn’t have a hangover.