Page 3 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)

CHAPTER TWO

Beau

She’s beside me, her heels tapping against the marble floor as she joins me at my door.

Those red curls catch the light, and I’m still wondering how the hell I got this lucky tonight. She’s in slacks and heels—clearly coming from work—but she’s still a showstopper.

“You gonna let me in or are we just loitering out here?” she teases, one brow arched.

“Trouble, you can’t rush perfection,” I shoot back, smirking as the door swings open.

Her mouth parts slightly as she steps inside, her eyes sweeping over the space. “Holy shit,” she mutters, turning in a slow circle.

It’s the same reaction every time, but coming from her, it hits differently.

“Big windows, huh?” she says, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling glass that shows off the city skyline. “The view’s insane.”

“Not bad,” I say, shoving my hands in my pockets, watching her. “But it’s better now.”

She glances back, smirking. “You use that line on everyone?”

“Wouldn’t work if I did,” I counter with a grin.

Her laugh is soft, almost like she’s trying not to give me too much. She wanders a little more, fingers trailing along the back of the couch. “You live like this all the time?”

“Pretty much.”

“Must suck,” she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she peers into the open-plan kitchen.

“You thirsty?” I ask, heading toward the fridge.

“Water’s good,” she says, still taking it all in.

While I grab a bottle, she disappears into the hallway. When I catch up, she’s standing at the door to the indoor pool, her hand on the frame like she’s afraid to step inside.

“You’re kidding me,” she breathes, her eyes wide as she takes it all in—the glass roof, the pool glinting under the lights, the stars twinkling above.

“Not bad, huh?” I pass her the water, my fingers brushing hers.

“Not bad?” She shakes her head, laughing softly. “It’s fucking incredible.”

I watch as she uncaps the bottle and takes a long sip. I need to look away, but I don’t.

She catches me staring and tilts her head, her lips curving into a wicked little smile. “You just gonna stand there and watch me all night?”

“Fuck no, Trouble,” I say, stepping closer.

Her laugh turns into a gasp as I pull her to me, my hands sliding around her waist. She’s so soft, so warm, and when she giggles, it’s game over. My mouth is on hers before I even think about it.

Her arms wind around my neck, her nails grazing my skin as she presses against me. I lift her like she weighs nothing and her legs wrap around my waist. Her heels dig into my back, sharp enough to hurt, but I don’t care.

“You’re so goddamn sexy,” I say against her lips, walking us to the lounge chair by the pool.

“Yeah?” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.

“Yeah.” My lips trail down her neck, tasting her skin as she tilts her head back, giving me more.

I sit, letting her settle into my lap, her hips grinding against me in a way that makes it impossible to think straight.

“Trouble, we’re drunk,” I say, my voice rough. “We can stop.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting. “Don’t stop, Beau. Please.”

That’s it. That’s the fucking line.

My hands tug off her blouse as I kiss her harder. Her back arches when my fingers slide over her bare skin, unclasping her bra with a flick.

She whimpers, her nails dragging down my chest. “Take this off,” she murmurs, pulling at my jacket.

I shrug it off, then my shirt, and her eyes go dark as they rake over me. “You’re so fucking handsome,” she whispers.

Her bra, lacy and lavender, makes my breath hitch. “Jesus fuck,” I groan, leaning in to suck her nipple through the fabric.

She gasps, her head falling back, and I move to the other side, my tongue circling over the lace.

“Take it off,” she whimpers, her hips grinding harder against me.

I push the cups down, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking until the peak is wet and glistening. She’s all soft gasps and frantic hands, working on the button of my jeans. Her hand slides inside my boxers, wrapping around me, and I grunt, my teeth grazing her skin.

“Fuck, Trouble,” I mutter, standing and spinning us around.

She laughs, breathless, as I lay her down on the poolside lounger. Her heels hit the ground with a soft thud as I yank them off.

She helps me with her slacks, and I realize that she’s wearing these tall, sheer stockings. They’re too much for me to handle. Something about them is beyond sexy. I hook my fingers under the band, ready to pull, but I’m too impatient.

They rip under my hands, and she gasps, her hazel eyes wide and dark as she watches me.

“You’re eager,” she says, her voice trembling.

“You’ve got no idea.”

Her panties match the bra—lavender lace. My mouth goes dry.

“Fucking hell, Daisy,” I growl. Her lips part, her breath coming quick as I mutter, “Trouble.”

My hands slide up her thighs, her skin smooth beneath my palms.

She’s already pulling me down, her mouth crushed against mine. The kiss isn’t soft or shy. She kisses me like she’s starving, her nails digging into my shoulders as I tug at her bottom lip. A soft moan escapes her, and it’s like a fucking symphony.

“Beau,” she breathes, her fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. Her voice is low, desperate. I’m already hard, straining against the fabric.

“You in a hurry, Daisy?” My lips trail down her neck, teasing.

“Shut up,” she shoots back, laughing breathlessly as she shoves my jeans down, leaving me in my boxers.

I straighten up, staring at her flushed cheeks and that little bite mark on her lip where I tugged on it. Her hazel eyes are hooded, and damn, if she’s not the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’ve gotta taste you,” I say, my voice rough.

Her breath hitches, and she nods. “Yes. Please.”

I drop to my knees, kissing my way down her stomach, over the curve of her hips. The scent of her hits me—sweet, like vanilla and something heady. My mouth waters.

“You smell like dessert,” I say, grinning as I glance up.

“Beau,” she whispers, her hands sinking into my hair, tugging me closer.

I hook my fingers under her panties and pull them to the side. She’s glistening, and I groan at the sight. “So wet for me already,” I murmur.

Her hips shift forward, a silent plea. I lean in, dragging my tongue slowly through her folds. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, and she cries out, her head falling back.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. She’s soft, warm, addictive. I circle her clit with my tongue, sucking lightly, and she gasps, her nails scraping my scalp.

Her voice shakes. “Don’t stop.”

“Hold these.” I glance up, tapping her wrist. “Keep your panties outta my way like a good girl.”

Her cheeks flush deeper, but she obeys, her fingers trembling as she hooks them around the fabric.

“Good,” I say, diving back in, my hand sneaking down to wrap around myself. I’m so hard it’s almost painful and touching her is the only thing that keeps me from losing my damn mind.

Her thighs tighten around my head as she shudders, her moans bouncing off the walls. “Beau!”

“Yeah, that’s it,” I say, my voice muffled. “Give it to me, Daisy.”

She jerks against my mouth, gasping as her orgasm takes her. I hold her steady, lapping up every bit of her until she’s tugging at my hair, pulling me up.

“I need to taste you,” she says, her voice breathless.

Fuck. “Yeah?”

She nods, tugging me toward her. I stand, and she sinks to her knees, her eyes locked on mine as she slides her hands up my thighs. My boxers hit the floor, and she doesn’t waste time, her lips wrapping around me.

“Jesus,” I groan, my head falling back. Her mouth is hot, perfect, and I’m already gripping the back of her head, guiding her rhythm.

She hums around me, her tongue swirling, and I curse under my breath. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this,” I rasp tightly.

Her hazel eyes flick up, mischievous, as she takes me deeper.

“Shit.” I pull her back. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She grins, her lips swollen. “Worth it.”

I chuckle and reach for my jeans on the floor. “Give me a second.”

I pull a condom from my wallet, tearing it open as she watches, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted.

“C’mere,” I say, sitting on the lounge chair. I slide the condom on, holding out a hand to her.

She straddles me, her thighs bracketing my hips as I grip her waist. She’s warm, slick, and when she sinks down onto me, we both groan.

“Fuck, Daisy,” I say, my head falling against her shoulder.

She moves slowly at first, her hips rolling. My hands slide up her back, pulling her closer as she picks up the pace.

“Beau,” she whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” I tell her.

She leans back, her hands bracing on my chest. “You feel so good.”

I grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements. She’s perfect, her body fitting mine like a glove, and I know I’m not gonna last long.

Her breath catches, her thighs tightening around me as she starts to shake. “Beau?—”

“Yeah, I got you,” I say, holding her steady as she comes apart. Her head falls back, her cries filling the room, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

A few more thrusts, and I’m done for, my body going rigid as I spill into the condom.

The chair creaks beneath us, and before I can react, it gives out, dumping us onto the floor.

“Shit!” I laugh, rolling onto my back. She’s sprawled on top of me, her hair a mess, and she’s laughing so hard she’s crying.

“Your fancy-ass chair couldn’t handle us,” she teases, wiping at her eyes.

“Guess not,” I say, grinning. I stand and scoop her up in my arms. “Good thing I’ve got more chairs—and more condoms.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, smiling up at me. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you like it,” I shoot back, carrying her indoors to the sofa.

“Maybe,” she says, her voice soft.

I lower her onto the cushions. “Round two?”

Her smile turns wicked. “You read my mind.”

And just like that, we’re back at it, laughing and touching like we’ve got all the time in the world.