Page 113 of Strictly Business

Her breath hitches, her fingers curling against the glass. “I don’t—”

“What the fuck did you do to me?” I cut her off, bringing the ruler down lightly against her ass.

She gasps, her body jerking at the sting. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” I ask, tilting my head as I examine her ass, plump and red. Marked byme.

I press the ruler between her legs, the edge teasing her as I slide it against her slick heat, letting it get coated with her arousal. Her moan is soft but desperate, her hips pressing back instinctively.

“Fuck, look at you grinding against my ruler,” I muse, watching her hips buck against the wooden material. “You’re so fucking needy.”

Her body arches, her breath hitching as I tease her, never giving her exactly what she wants.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur, setting the ruler aside and sliding my fingers between her legs, circling her swollen clit, pinching it between my fingers. “So perfect.”

Pulling my hand away, I position myself behind her, sliding inside her again. The angle makes her cry out, her body arching as I thrust into her.

“Look out the window,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “Look at everyone out there who doesn’t get to have you like this. You’re mine, Amara.Only mine.”

Her moans grow louder as my cock tunnels into her, deeper, harder, needing to feel every inch of her tight pussy. “Come for me,” I demand, my voice raw as I tug on one of her nipple clamps. She cries out, drowning in both pain and pleasure when I smooth my thumb over her sensitive nipples. “I want to feel you drench my cock.”

Her head tips back, a delicious moan leaving her lips as her pussy clenches around my cock and I bury myself deep inside her, feeling her pulse around me. The tension in my body snaps, and the pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful.

My hips jerk uncontrollably, driving into her as the pleasure coils low in my spine as I empty myself inside her.

The world fades away. There’s no city, no office, no one but her and the way she feels, the way she moans my name.

“Amara,” I rasp, her name a prayer on my lips as the last shudder wracks through me. I lean forward, pressing my forehead against her shoulder, trying to catch my breath.

I don’t let go. I can’t. Not yet. My arms wrap around her middle, holding her upright as her head falls back against my shoulder.

“Easy, baby,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her temple. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Her fingers curl against the glass, her body melting into mine as I press a kiss to her damp skin. She smells like us, and I can’t stop myself from inhaling deeply, committing this moment to memory.

I pull my spent cock out of her slowly, and she gasps at the loss, her body tightening instinctively. My hands stay on her hips, grounding her, as she shivers against me.

I scoop her into my arms, her body soft and pliant against mine, and carry her to my desk. She doesn’t protest, just lets her head rest against my shoulder as her breathing starts to even out.

When I set her down, she leans back on her hands, her hair messy, her lips swollen, her eyes half-lidded and hazy, and I can’t help but smile.

This woman has me completely and utterly under her spell.

“Stay still,” I tell her, crouching in front of her as I carefully remove the binder clips from her nipples. She flinches slightly, and I lean in, pressing gentle kisses to the reddened marks, my lips soothing the tender skin.

“Are you okay?”

Her eyes soften, and she nods, her lips widening into a smirk. “That was fun.”

Relief washes over me, and I let out a chuckle, leaning in to kiss her, my lips moving against hers like I’m trying to tell hereverything I can’t say out loud. She sighs into the kiss, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.

When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen, and she looks at me like I’ve just changed her world. I don’t know how to tell her she’s done the same to me.

“I’m going home this weekend,” I tell her, my thumb brushing over her plump cheeks, reddened to a perfect pink.

“You are?” she asks, her brows knitting together.

With one hand, I hold her face, glancing down at those bright green eyes that make my heart jump in my chest. “I want you to come with me. I want you to meet my mom.”

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