Page 112 of Strictly Business

“You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmur against her ear. “Every time you walk into a room, I can’t fucking breathe. You’veruinedme, Amara.”

Her response is a broken moan, her head tipping back as I grind harder, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside of her.

I tug her blouse free, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. Her bra follows, the lace slipping from her shoulders and falling to the floor. She doesn’t stop me, doesn’t question me. She just keeps her eyes on me, her chest rising and falling.

God, this woman is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. I don’t know how I ever thought I wouldn’t fall for her. It wasinevitable. Just like I fell for her damn cat.

I stare at her, my gaze dragging over the curves of her chest. My mind floods with the thought of those soft, perfect tits in my hands, feeling the weight of them, the way they’d look when I make her squirm. I want to twist, tease, and take, show her just how much control I can have over her body. My cock stirs at the thought, and I reach for a pair of binder clips on my desk.

Her lips part on a sharp gasp as her eyes dart between the clips and my face, and I can see that mix of excitement and fear that drives me fucking wild. She knows what’s coming—doesn’t knowexactlywhat—but that’s what makes this so much better.

Slowly, I trace the cold metal along her tight, pink nipples, groaning as they harden under my touch. She sucks in a breath, her body arching toward me, gripping my arms for balance.

“What color?” I ask, my eyes locked on hers.

Her tongue darts out to run over her lips. “Green,” she answers without hesitation.

I cradle her face in my hands, my gaze locking with hers. “Remember, I will always listen to you. If you don’t like something, you tell me. Understand?”

She nods, eyes wide, her trust in me unwavering.

I place the binder clips on her nipples carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She gasps, her lips parting, but she doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t tell me to stop.

“God,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You have no fucking idea how beautifully wrecked you look right now.”

A needy whimper escapes her, and I tug on the nipple clamps a little, her lips parting on a cry.

My lips twitch, my cock straining against my pants. “You take pain so well for me, baby. I promise I’ll make them feel good after.”

My hands fly to her hips, and I turn her around, bending her over the desk. My hands slide up her thighs to the hem of her panties, and with a quick tug, the delicate fabric is shredded and discarded. The sound tears through the air, and my cock throbs at the sight of her exposed skin.

“Fuck, you’re a sight,” I say, my voice rough as I spread her legs wider, pulling down my pants to free my cock. “Bent over my desk, ready for me. Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”

She moans, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as I slide a finger along the seam of her pussy.

“You’re so wet for me,” I grunt, teasing her with the tip of my cock, already so fucking hard and leaking for her. “You like being like this, don’t you? Completely at my mercy.”

“Yes.”

I slide inside her in one smooth thrust, groaning as her body clenches around me. She cries out, her back arching as I fill her, stretching her, owning her.

“Fuck, Amara,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips as I start to move. “You feel so fucking good.”

I thrust harder, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. Her moans grow louder, turning desperate as I slide in deeper.

“Tell me how it feels,” I demand.

“So good,” she sobs. “So fucking good.”

When I can’t hold back any longer, I pull out of her, guiding her toward the large windows. The city sprawls out behind us, but all I see is her. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips.

“Keep your hands on the glass,” I command, my tone firm. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathes.

I step back, taking her in. Her hands pressed flat against the glass, her legs slightly parted.

Opening my desk, I pull out a ruler and head toward her, dragging the cool, flat edge up the inside of her thigh, her body shivering under the touch. “You drive me fucking crazy,” I grit out. “Tell me why I can’t stop thinking about you.”

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