Vanessa’s body was on fire. With four little words, you are in control, Enrique had lit something inside of her that had never been touched before.

Control was something she needed in her life, both personally and professionally, but she’d never taken control in the bedroom. If she was honest, she’d often deferred to the man she was with and had taken his lead. Not that she hadn’t had great sex, she had … But no man had ever flipped her switch like Enrique just did.

“Come here,” she said, the strength of her own voice surprising her.

She wanted to clap with glee when the strong, powerful man before her did exactly as she requested, but instead she kept her gaze steady and her face straight.

When he stopped a few inches away from her, Vanessa said, “Take of your shirt.”

Enrique’s dimples flashed, and yes, her panties may have melted at the sight, but he brought his fingers to his buttons and began leisurely undoing them, one by one. She watched with bated breath as the dark skin beneath his dress shirt was slowly revealed. He shrugged off one shoulder, then the other, and let it drop to the floor behind him.

Vanessa devoured him with her eyes. His body was lean and muscular, not bulky, but too toned to be slender. He obviously worked hard to maintain the level of definition that was showcased in his chest, biceps, and abs. The smattering of dark chest hair pulled at something primitive inside of her, and she reached out to touch him without hesitation, running her palms across him curiously.

Enrique inhaled sharply through his nose when the heat of her palms touched his smooth skin, and the sound of his pleasure only fueled Vanessa on.

He stood stock still as her hands explored, and when she leaned in and touched her moist, hot lips to his hardened nipple, he clenched his fists at his sides. Spurred on by Enrique’s reaction, Vanessa allowed her lips to follow her hands as she acquainted herself with his body. She licked a trail down the center of his abs, stopping to dip her tongue under the waistband of his slacks, before backing up a step.

One second away from tearing the rest of his clothes off, Vanessa needed a second to catch her breath. She was unsure if it was the lack of sexual contact, or this man, but her body was so taut with need she didn’t know if he would even have to touch her in order for her to come.

She looked up at Enrique to see him staring back at her, eyes hooded with desire.

“Take off your pants,” she ordered, her body tingling all over as she watched him unbutton, then unzip his pants. Before he finished her request, he kicked off his loafers, then he shoved the slacks down and stepped out of them.

Holy shit he’s not wearing underwear!

Vanessa almost came on the spot as she took in the long, hard length of him. Her heart pounding and her legs barely strong enough to hold her upright, she decided it was time to move to the bedroom.

“Follow me,” she said, not bothering to look over her shoulder to see if he was complying. She knew he was.

Vanessa put an extra sway in her hips as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. She felt high on power, and the fact that he was so obviously enjoying their encounter only made her feel more sexually attractive.

“Lay down,” she said when they entered the room. Her mind was spinning with possibilities as she watched Enrique do as she said, his body so large that he took up the entire length of her mattress.

Enrique’s hot eyes followed her as she walked, still fully clothed, to her closet. When she walked out moments later with two of her silk scarves, his lips parted slightly and she could see his breathing deepen. Desire pooled in her belly as she fully appreciated the scene before her.

She’d never tied anyone up, or been tied up before, but something about seeing his tanned skin against the crisp white of her comforter had inspired her. She wanted to keep him there, and she wanted to prolong this night for as long as she could, and she knew if he touched her, she’d be done.

Vanessa walked to the bed and gave a satisfied smile when Enrique offered his wrist to her, bringing it over his head so she could tie it to her headboard with the scarf. She made sure it was tight, but loose enough so as not to hurt him, before crossing and binding his other hand in the same way.

His eyes never left her, and the fact that he was watching her, totally silent, had her wanting more.

“Tell me what you want,” she requested, eager to hear the velvet touch of his husky voice.

“Straddle me,” he said immediately.

She eased up onto the bed, careful not to hurt him with the spikes of her heels as she lifted her clothed body over his naked one. Rather than settling on top of him, she hovered, so that the heat between them met and melded, although their bodies did not.

“Take off your panties.”

Vanessa leaned forward, putting her weight on her knees and her forearms, stopping when her lips were a breath away from his. Suddenly, the need to touch those lips for the first time consumed her.

“I’m not wearing any,” she uttered, then she brought her mouth to his, swallowing his growl of desire.

It was like her lips were meant for one thing … to kiss this man. The first taste of his full lips was perfection, and when her lips parted and his tongue delved in, it felt like an electric current shot through her. They devoured each other, mouth to mouth. When she could no longer hold herself up, she dropped down, moaning when the hem of her dress rode up and her hot, slick center was skin to skin with his stomach.

A deep groan reverberated in his chest and Enrique broke the kiss, turning his head to the side and taking a deep breath, before turning his chocolate eyes back to her.

“I want you to slide that hot pussy up here and sit on my face. Then I want you to ride me until you come. Hard. Screaming my name.”

“Shit,” Vanessa managed to choke out as his words caused her vision to blur momentarily.

“Now!” he growled.

Vanessa pulled her dress up over her hips and maneuvered around his arms to get in the position they were both aching for. Too turned on to be embarrassed or unsure, Vanessa grabbed the headboard and lowered herself onto his mouth. With only his lips and tongue free, Enrique licked her from bottom to top, then flattened his tongue and began to work over her clit.

“Holy hell,” Vanessa muttered as her orgasm began to build. She looked down to see Enrique’s eyes were closed, and the site only pushed her closer to the edge.

She would have been embarrassed about how quickly he’d made her come, but she was too busy fulfilling his wish and screaming his name, as she rocked her hips and experienced the greatest orgasm of her life.

Full of feeling of euphoria and tenderness, Vanessa eased down Enrique’s body and rested her head briefly on his chest. She inhaled deeply, taking in his musky, sexy scent, before sitting up and gazing down at him.

His self-satisfied grin should have annoyed her, but since she was pretty sure she was wearing a matching one on her face, she decided to let it go.

She brought one French manicured thumb to wipe the moisture from around his mouth, then groaned throatily when he sucked the thumb into his swollen lips. Vanessa leaned down to kiss him once more, unable to resist the pull of those pillow-soft lips, then pulled back and tugged her dress over her head in one swift motion, leaving her as bare as him, save the heels on her feet.

Vanessa leaned over to the small drawer in her nightstand and rifled around until she found a condom, then sat up and asked, “Do these expire?”

Surprised, Enrique laughed, the sounds causing his body to vibrate beneath hers. “Yeah, Mi Cielo, they do. If you grab my wallet out of the back of my pants, I have one in there.”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed as she wondered if that meant he picked up strange women all of the time.

He must have guessed what she was thinking, because he added, “I was taught to always be prepared. I don’t make a habit of this kind of thing … promise.”

Choosing to believe him, Vanessa hurried off of Enrique and into the living room. She pulled his wallet out of his pants, then took it with her into the room. She didn’t feel right going through his things while he was tied up in the other room.

“Just open it, and you’ll find it in the back of the flap there.”

Once she had it in hand, Vanessa placed his wallet on the table, then put the condom on the bed next to them and crawled back up. Needing to get their engines revved back up again after that embarrassing pause, she began to explore his body once again.