Page 72 of Strictly Business

“You’re my fiancée. Sit on my lap.”

I suck in a breath, my mind racing as I prepare to tell him that, while he might be used to that, I’m different—bigger, heavier. But before I can find the words, his arm slips around my waist, pulling me effortlessly onto his lap. My hips settle over his left leg, my skin tingling at the contact.

“Much fucking better,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. His nose brushes against my neck, lips grazing the soft curve of my skin.

His hands are on my thighs in an instant, gripping firmly as he presses his lips to the sensitive area beneath my ear.

A throat clearing has me gasping when I look up and see Savannah above us, with two glasses of champagne in her hand and a bowl of strawberries in the other.

Nicholas merely smiles, takes a flute from her, before reaching for the other. His gaze flickers to me, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his lips. Savannah’s smile falters, and she turns, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

“You think she’ll get the picture now?” he asks, taking a slow sip of his champagne, his eyes never leaving mine.

His grin widens slightly as he tips his glass, a drop of champagne falling onto my neck. I gasp as the cool liquid spreads over my skin, and before I can react, he’s already trailing his tongue along the path it left, his touch scorching, smooth, and maddening.

“Mmm, you taste sweet,” he murmurs, his voice rough against my skin.

“It’s the champagne,” I reply with a breathless chuckle.

He shakes his head, the sound of a soft growl vibrating in his chest. “No,” he says, his voice dark, “it’s you.”

His hand slides around my waist, fingers firm but slow as they drift down to my thigh. I inhale sharply, the heat of his touch seeping through the fabric, making every nerve in my body buzz. He doesn’t rush, as if he’s savoring the moment, testing my reaction.

My legs widen of their own accord, wanting his touch, needing it, no matter the consequences. My breaths come faster, uneven, as every inch of his touch stirs something deep inside me. His hands hover dangerously close, teasing the edge of what I’ve been silently begging for.

I’ve never felt this desired before. Never felt this wanted by anyone. The sensation sends a dizzying rush through me, making it hard to catch my breath.

I gasp as I hear the unmistakableripand look down to see my tights stretched out around my thighs. I glance over my shoulder to find Nicholas grinning mischievously, and the sight sends a flush to my cheeks, heat pooling between my thighs.

Before I can speak, his fingers graze the hem of my skirt, inching it higher, the fabric bunching at my waist, leaving me exposed. “Spread your legs wider for me, honey,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Let me feel how soaked you are.”

My breath catches as I spread my legs wider, shifting slightly on his lap, feeling every inch of his hard cock rubbing against the curve of my ass. The realization flickers through me, and suddenly, I’m drunk on the power of knowingI’mthe one who’s making him hard.

A low groan escapes him, rasping with desire, when I grind against him. His hands grip my hips, stopping me. “Do that again, and I’m going to come in my pants,” he warns, his hands sliding to my thighs, spreading them wider on his lap. “Is thatwhat you want?” he asks, his teeth grazing the soft skin of my earlobe. “Hmm?”

God, yes.

The thought of someone as powerful as Nicholas losing control just from me grinding on his lap turns me on like nothing else. I do it again, my clit throbbing as I feel his thick, hard cock against me, craving him inside of me again.

A sharp slap lands on my pussy, covered by the thin material of my underwear, and I gasp. His hand covers me a second later, soothing the sting as his middle finger drags along my seam. “Fuck, you’re needy,” he mutters, grunting as his finger pushes deeper, my underwear a thin barrier between him and the place that’s dripping for him. “God, I lose my mind every single time I touch you.”

I buck into his hand, moving my hips as his fingers find my clit, rubbing slow, soft circles while his lips brush against my skin. “Look at you. So prim and proper in the office, blushing every time you look at me, and yet you’re soaking my fingers, grinding your pussy against me,” he grunts with dark amusement, making a flush creep across my skin.

I’m hyper-aware that this jet is small, and Savannah is just on the other side of the door, probably hearing every gasp and moan escaping my lips. The thought should be enough to make me stop, but instead, it only fuels the fire burning inside me. I can feel my pussy leaking as his fingers rub a little harder, increasing the pressure.

“Do you think she’d still be interested in me if she knew where my fingers were right now?” His voice is low, rough and heated, sending shivers down my spine as his hand slides up the bare skin of my thigh, pushing the hem of my skirt higher.

My skin heats as I imagine her walking in, seeing me sprawled out on her boss’s lap, while his fingers are covered in my arousal.

Feeling bold, I grab his hand and push my panties aside, guiding one of his fingers inside of me.

He grunts, unashamed and loud, as he thrusts his finger inside, stretching me out, filling me completely.

“Sir?” A knock at the door makes me flinch, quickly trying to cover myself. “Is everything alright? Can I get you anything else?” Savannah asks from the other side.

Nicholas doesn’t answer. Instead, his lips brush against my neck, featherlight and teasing, as he whispers, “Should I tell her I’m already taken care of?”

I bite my lip to stifle a laugh, which quickly turns into a moan when he slides another finger inside of me, pleasure curling up my spine.

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