"Behind Closed Doors"

As they broke apart for air, Brooklyn's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Let's get in the car," she said breathlessly, feeling reckless. Alex's eyes lit up with interest, and he smiled as he got into the passenger side of the sports car. Brooklyn got in after him, sliding onto his lap and straddling him. She closed the door behind her, the sound of it shutting out the rest of the world. The interior of the car was warm and intimate, the leather seats soft beneath her. Alex's hands instinctively went to her hips, holding her in place as she wriggled onto his lap. Brooklyn felt a rush of excitement as she settled into the curve of his body. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck as she began to kiss him. Her hands roamed over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles beneath his shirt. Alex groaned softly, his hands tightening on her hips as she ground against him. Brooklyn felt a thrill of power, knowing that she was in control. She kissed his neck, her lips tracing a path up to his earlobe. "You want me?" she asked lowly, her breath tickling his skin. Alex's response was immediate. He shuddered beneath her, his hands flexing on her hips as he tried to pull her closer. "God, yes," he muttered, his voice husky with desire. Brooklyn smiled to herself, feeling a rush of excitement. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him. And for a moment, she forgot all about Mr. Blackwood, and the game she was playing. All she could think about was the boy beneath her, and the way he made her feel. As she continued to grind against him, Alex's hands slid up to her waist, pulling her closer. Brooklyn felt herself getting lost in the moment, the sensation of his body beneath hers building to a crescendo. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, and whispered a single word: "Now."