Page 11 of Hot Summer Nights

She grabbed a pillow and hit him hard. Channing reached for her hands, laughing as he swatted away the weapon and pinned her to the mattress.

“You need to work on the smooth talking, mister. If you want something, you’ve got to know how to work it.”

“Really? How should I work it?”

“Kiss me.”

He leaned down, and Brooklyn turned her head.

“Not on the lips. Seduce me with your mouth.”

Channing bit his lip and looked down at her body. “You’re going to have to lose the sheet.”

“Part of the seduction is making me lose all reserve and submit to you.” She folded her fingers with his. “It’s your job to get me there.”

Most guys she knew would huff and tell her to forget it. Unless they were the Alpha in the bedroom, they couldn’t care less about bedroom games. Much less taking it slow. If Channing wanted a picture of her, he’d have to work for it, and she knew he would. And he knew she wouldn’t pose nude. If he wanted her naked in shots—even seductively teasing the camera—he’d have to get her mind off everything else in the world and focus on absolutely nothing. In all honesty though, last night had helped a lot to push away her concerns and thoughts. She just wasn’t going to tell him that.

He pressed his lips against her collar though he didn’t kiss her. “And if I get you there, I get my wish? A full session with you completely naked and teasing me and my camera?”

“You seduce me, and you’ll get anything you want.”

Seemingly satisfied with that, Channing used his teeth to pull the sheet down, exposing her bare breasts. He licked a trail between them, stopping when he reached the hollow of her neck. Brooklyn couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips.

His fingers loosened their grip around hers. He pulled the sheet down to her waist and tucked it beneath her. Brooklyn laid passive, waiting for his next move. “I’m going to make you beg.” He pressed his nose against one of her beaded nipples before darting his tongue out to taste it. “And then I’ll make you scream.” He blew a light stream of air, making the little pink tip harder than it already was.

Brooklyn gasped. Channing propped himself over her, teasing the other nipple as he had the first. Excitement and pleasure coursed through her veins, making her pussy wet. She lifted her hips against him, putting her needy center in contact with his cock. Channing chuckled and put more of his weight on her.

He had the ability to take her higher than expected. She didn’t stop the moans escaping from her lips. Nor did she even try. He kept her body burning, giving her what she wanted, and then denying what she needed. She teetered on the edge of climax, never quite gaining the satisfaction they both knew she wanted. And he was right. She did beg. Repeatedly, until he finally positioned himself at her entrance and thrust home.

Then she screamed.

She clutched at his back, letting the waves roll over her until the contractions of her pussy slowly subside. Sometime in her moment of oblivion, Channing came, collapsing on top of her, a warm, heavy weight she gladly accepted.

Brooklyn surprised herself. Caught up in the moment, she realized she never wanted to leave this place. The people she’d met were courteous and respectful. She had unlimited access to all the amenities the Island had to offer. And better yet, Channing was here.

Exotica Island was paradise.

“I owe you a naked picture for that, don’t I?” Brooklyn combed her fingers through his hair.

“You owe me an album.” He rolled over and grabbed his camera. “I was only half-joking about the screaming part.”

He fiddled with the camera, focused it on her and snapped a few pictures. Brooklyn didn’t care at this point what he shot. The top sheet ceased to exist anymore, and her bones felt like rubber. She didn’t have the energy to move a finger, much less give in to modesty.

“I still don’t have on makeup.” She turned her head away from him.

“No. But makeup should never hide your true beauty.” He snapped another picture.

“Really? What would that be?” She turned to face him.

“The I’ve-been-thoroughly-fucked look.”

“You’re not funny.” She grabbed his camera and focused in on him. “How long do you plan to stay on Exotica?”

“I have a three-month contract. Two months are left.”

She clicked the button, making a note to take the negatives with her before she left. “Where do you plan on going next?”

He sighed. “I start searching for the next job, and that’s the next place I call home.”

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