A/N: It has been a really long time, so be gentle. No beta, all mistakes are mine.

The warm breeze sent ruffles of auburn waves across her face. Before she could reach to tuck them behind her ear, Andy's fingers gently brushed the hair out of her eyes. Concern seeped from every pore of his being. "Shar," he started only to be interrupted by a loud knock at the door of their hotel room.

"Room service!" the heavily accented voice called.

Her hands gently squeezed his shoulders as she stood, "I ordered breakfast. I hope you are hungry."

He watched through the large balcony window as she pulled her robe tighter while making her way to the door. The muffled sounds of her chatting with the waiter could not hold Andy's attention. He stood, leaning heavily against the balcony ledge, his eyes lingered on the crashing waves in the distance. He had so many questions; he couldn't seem to stop the deep feeling of dread from easing its way into his mind.

"Andy?" she called from the open doorway, but he didn't seem to hear her. Arms crossed tightly across her middle; she studied him. The wheels turning in his mind was almost evident. There was no need to ask him where he had drifted off to, for it was the same place that sucked away all her thoughts earlier that morning. "Honey?" she stepped closer, "breakfast is here."

He turned, his dark eyes meeting hers, "Are you okay?"

She stepped closer, lifting her hand, she gently touched his jaw. "Andy…"

The look on her face tore at his heart. Reaching up, he covered her hand with his, "Sharon, please! Last night…" He shook his head, the terror vivid in his mind as if it was happening now, "you've had nightmares before, but this was…Babe, you know this was different!" She tried to pull her hand away, but his fingers circled her petite wrist, anchoring her to him.

"I'm okay."

His eyebrows furrowed, "I don't believe you. You weren't okay last night and then this morning. When you said you didn't remember earlier, did you mean it?"

She tugged on her hand, trying to move away from him, "Breakfast is going to get cold."

"Sharon?" her name hung in the thick humid air.

She looked down, her shoulders sagging, "Of course I remember, I wish I didn't, but." glancing back up at him, her voice trailed off. "Andy, I honestly don't want to talk about it, okay. I promise I'm fine. I want to have a nice breakfast, go for a walk on the beach and enjoy our last afternoon in Miami together. Can we do that, please?"

A tiny smile tugged at his lips, despite his internal turmoil. How could he say no to those beautiful jade eyes staring back at him? His thumb ran across the top of her hand, "Yeah, Sweetheart, I think we can do that." He would give her space she so desperately asked for, but he would get to the bottom of this, of that he was sure.

The summer storm blew up just as they were making their way across the tiered, wooden deck leading to the hotel lobby. Hand in hand, they hurried inside, barely avoiding getting drenched by the blowing rain. The air in the elevator felt blustery against Sharon's damp skin, causing her to shiver slightly. Pulling her against his chest, Andy gently rubbed his hands up and down her arms. She snuggled closer against him, savoring his warmth. Without thinking, his head dropped to her neck, gently nipping at that sensitive spot just below her ear. She giggled against him with a soft sigh. Glancing up, Andy caught their reflection in the mirrored elevator doors. His face flushed with pride and arousal. He dusted another tender kiss to the side of her cheek, pulling her even closer to him. His eyes drifted from their reflection, the red light of the camera blinking in the upper left corner of the elevator. Andy froze as if someone knocked his breath out of him. "Crystal clear video," he said. "I've been watching her," the sickening voice reverberated in Andy's mind. His hands dropped from around Sharon as he inched backward.

Slowly, she looked up at him, her jade eyes questioning, "Andy?"

Before he could reply, the elevator dinged softly as the door opened on their floor. He reached for Sharon's hand, wrapping her close as if nothing happened. He held her tightly as they walked the short distance to their hotel room. Once the door is closed, he pressed her against it, moving his lips across her neck again. Her hands migrate to his chest, sliding up his grey t-shirt to cup his lightly stubbled cheek. He melts into her touch, taking her lips and kissing her like this is their last kiss. Moaning, Sharon sinks into his embrace, letting her arms slip around his neck. She teases at the short hair at the nape of his neck. Feeling her tremble under him, he pulls back to look at her. "Tell me what you want?'

The blush creeps slowly up her chest as she nibbles on her lips, "you know what I want."

"Our game?" his voice is husky and low.

She nods slowly, still teasing her bottom lip. Andy bows slightly, his left arm sweeping the room, "lead the way, my love." He quietly follows her into the bedroom, moving one of the winged back chairs several feet from the bed while she steps into the bathroom. When she returns, she has removed her jean shorts but is still dressed in her ivory satin and lace panties, matching bra and white V-neck t-shirt. Her hair is twisted up in a high bun, accentuating her beautiful neck. She moves past him, to place a towel over the chair. He patiently waits for her to make sure everything is just right, watching as she pulls back the covers on the bed. When she finally turns to him, her eyes are a beautiful fiery golden green. In two strides, she is next to him, bringing her hands to his belt buckle, then button and zipper of his khaki shorts. The shorts fall to his bare feet, and he steps out of them. He is already aroused, but not entirely. She cups him, rubbing him over his boxer briefs. Groaning into her neck, Andy once again nibbles at the tender place behind her ear. She eases his t-shirt up, her fingernails raking through the salt and pepper hair covering his chest. He helps her out by tugging his shirt up and over his head, tossing it somewhere in the corner. Lips meet again, tongues battling until both are breathless. Her hand once again moves to his now hard cock tenting his black underwear. She can't help but lick her lips, "Are you ready?"

He sighs, his voice once again taking on that deep, husky tone, "I'm gonna win this time."

She takes one step backward, "Oh, really?" the smirk on her face making him even harder, "Well, you know I can't wait to see you try."

Who would have ever thought that Sharon Raydor liked to watch? Not porn; no, she preferred to read the occasional sexy romance novel when time permitted. Yet watching what she has the ability to do to a certain dark-eyed lieutenant, undoubtedly has its perks. It was something Andy was thrilled to learn early on in their relationship. What started as her way for them to be intimate before she was ready to go all the way, was now a game; one, both took great pleasure in playing.

She moved to step away from him, but he gently grabbed her wrist. "Hey, can't I at least have one kiss before you move over there all by your lonesome."

Sharon is always a sucker for those chocolate puppy-dog eyes staring back at her. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Pulling her bottom lip into his mouth was all it took for her to move closer. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Moans and murmurs fell from both their lips as she moved her body over his rigged erection. She groaned out a fevered "yes" before she suddenly came to her senses and slipped off his lap.

Andy moaned instantly at the sense of loss, "Shit…I think you are cheating."

A soft chuckle escapes her as she positioned herself on the bed across from him. Feet propped on the side railing of the bed, legs slightly spread, he could see just a tease of the damp spot forming on the crotch of her ivory lace panties. He reached down, gingerly gripping himself over his boxer briefs. "Is this what you want?" he asks.

Sharon's eyes darken slightly, "More, you know I want more."

He lifts his butt, sliding the black boxers down his legs to puddle at his feet. Sharon sucks in a deep, cleansing breath at the sight of him. His hands come to rest on each thigh, "Do you remember the first time we did this?"

She nods, unable to speak, all the while fisting at her white t-shirt. Andy has always had trouble hiding his desire for her, and if the truth be known, she fails miserably as well. Yet, in the beginning, there was some hesitation on her part. A fear that she wasn't ready for what he had to give her. Her fear had nothing to do with trust, for she has always trusted him; it was her own body she didn't completely trust.

"Babe?"

She looked up, meeting his concerned stare, "Sorry, I drifted away for a moment."

"You okay?"

"Hmm," she sighed, a soft smile played on her lips. "Yeah, just thinking about us." Her sigh turned into a slight groan as she watched him begin to stroke himself. Her mouth fell open at the sight of his hand moving slowly up and down his length. She yanked at the t-shirt covering her body, throwing it off to her left.

"That didn't take long," his amusement evident.

Her nipples were hard and rosy beneath the lace of her bra, and her hand migrated quickly to her left breast, the soft circles of her fingers bringing her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. Licking her lips, she watched as Andy continued to jack himself off. The painstakingly slow movement of his hand, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She knew she needed to slow herself down, but she couldn't stop her eyes from being glued to his thick cock and the way his muscular arm moved his fist up and down. Her legs spread just a little wider, causing a guttural moan to come from across the room. The lust in her ticked up another notch. With one hand, she flipped the front clasp of her bra, no longer able to stand the confining lace.

"Wet your fingers," his voice was gruff and sexy as hell. "Roll your nipple." She didn't hesitate a moment. "Yeah, just like that. Again. Yes, Sharon, that's it. Now pretend it's my mouth on you." He gripped his dick, rough and tight, sliding his hand across the head, coating his shaft with the bead of liquid oozing out.

She shuttered, spreading her legs even wider. Her hips moved in time with Andy's hand. Her eyes glued to the one guilty pleasure that only the man she trusts most in this world can give her. She wanted to move her hand into her panties, but she knows the second she does, she will lose their little game, and Sharon Raydor doesn't like to lose.

His eyes are closed when she looks up. "Tell me what you are thinking about?" She is so close to losing her mind; she can barely get the question out.

"My mouth on you, tasting you." He spreads his legs wider, his left hand dropping to tug on his balls as his pace picks up. "You are so wet for me," his last word is drowned out by a deep moan as he continues to fuck his fist harder and faster.

Sharon's hips buck against the bed, her fingers pinching her nipple, painful pleasure washed over her. She falls backward, letting her legs go wide as possible as her hips move faster and faster. She allows Andy to take her there, no longer able to stop the flood of desire building within her. Suddenly, she surrenders to their game with a cry of pleasure that floods her mind and sweeps over her body like a beautiful storm. Rolling to her side, her legs falling tightly together, her breath coming in short puffs. Before she can open her eyes, she feels the bed shift beside her.

The cocky grin that greets her makes her eyes close yet again, "I won, I finally won!"

Slowly she opens her eyes, studying his handsome face. Reaching out, she cups his chin, "Are you sure about that?" Her voice is a hot, naughty whisper, "because the way I see it…"

He squeezes his eyes shut, her meaning washing over him. And then he grins again, his hand moving back to his rigid length one time, then two before he rolls her on to her back for the real game to begin.