Page 53 of Strictly Business

Her pupils dilate, darkening those mesmerizing green eyes. A shiver runs through her body, goosebumps rising on her flushed skin as she hesitates. I take a step back, pulling out my desk chair and sitting across from her. I haven’t felt the touch of anyone except my own hand for far too long so I can only imagine how much she needs to let go.

“Part your legs for me,” I command, my voice growing deeper as my cock hardens. “Show me that sweet cunt.”

Her breath catches in her throat, as her hands slowly drift back between her thighs. I can’t take my eyes off her fingers, the way they hover over her wetness, teasing herself so softly it’s almost unbearable.

My cock twitches in my pants as I watch her touch herself, her fingers circling her clit. My eyes lock on her ring, glistening as she moves. Each small stroke is torture, but it’s also the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Fucking stay in your chair.

This isn’t about me. Not right now.

“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Show me how my fiancée touches herself when she thinks no one is around.”

Amara lets out a soft gasp at my words, her fingers trembling as they make contact with her sensitive flesh once more. I watch, transfixed, as her movements grow frantic, faster, harder, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I rasp, the words coming out rough, hoarse with need. “I want you to look at me while you do this.”

She obeys, her gaze locking with mine as her fingers pick up speed. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I feel my cock twitch in response.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire, keeping my eyes fixed on her wet cunt, glistening with her arousal. “You look so beautiful like this, spread wide open for me, drowning in pleasure.”

Her back arches slightly off the bed as she continues to pleasure herself, her free hand gripping the sheets tightly. I can see the tension building in her body, her movements becoming more frantic. Her hips start to roll, chasing the sensation of her own touch.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I urge, wanting to push her to the edge.

She bites her lower lip, hesitating for just a moment before the words tumble out. “You,” she admits, stealing the air from my lungs. She swallows as her eyes meet mine, still somehow shy and reserved, despite her being naked on my bed, touching herself. “I’m thinking about your hands on me,” she whimpers, her voice driving me to insanity. “I’m imagining it’s you touching me like this.”

A groan rumbles in my chest at her admission. My hands clench by my side, resisting the urge to replace her fingers with my own.

Not yet.

No. Fuck that. Not at fucking all.

Nothing can happen between us. She’s my assistant. I’m her boss. We’ve got a contract to fulfill and then she’ll be out of my life for good.

This is the furthest it can go. Just once. Just to blow off steam, release the tension building between us. We’ll go back to normal once this is done. But first, I want to see her come undone by her own hand.

“Keep going,” I encourage, trying to push away the desire building inside me. “Show me exactly how you like to be touched.”

Amara’s fingers move faster, her breath coming in short pants now. Her back arches off the bed and I can see the tension building in her body as her thighs begin to shake.

“Push a finger inside,” I tell her. “Fill up that needy, empty hole for me, honey. Make yourself come.”

The way her thick thighs rub together as she shifts, the soft swell of her stomach and hips drives me to the brink of insanity as she widens her legs even more and her fingers trail down, circling her pussy before she slowly slides one inside.

“Fuck,” I grunt, wanting—needing—to stroke my cock as I feel a spurt of precum in my pants. Fucking hell. This woman has me almost coming in my pants. I push my hand down on my thick erection growing in my pants as I keep my eyes on her, not wanting to miss a single moment.

Her lips part on a delicious soft moan as she thrusts her finger inside her tight, wet hole, and my tongue swipes across my lips when I finally see how pretty and pink she is.

Christ, I want to touch her. I want to drag myself out of this chair and grip her thighs in my hands, spread her pussy lips with my thumbs and bury my face between her legs until I drown in her.

I canhearhow wet she is every time she pulls out her glistening finger before she thrusts it back inside her. The sounds she makes as she fucks her finger has me gripping onto the leather chair, my jaw ticking, my body hot as fuck.

“Fuck yes,” I grunt, my cock throbbing with the need to feelsomething. “Are you close?”

She nods frantically, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes,” she gasps, pulling her finger out, before thrusting it back inside. Again, and again. “I’m so close. Oh god.”

Christ, I want to see it. I want to see her flushed skin and her pretty pussy tightening around her finger as she lets go and comes on my bed. “Then come for me,” I tell her, licking my lips, wishing I could taste her. “Let me see you fall apart.”

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