Page 52 of Strictly Business

The line between the dream and the real blurs, and I let the moment take over, picturing his dark eyes, his deep voice pushing me further to the edge.

When I shower… and when I fuck.

Oh, god, I’m gonna—

“Don’t stop.”

The deep voice shocks me, and at first I think it’s fantasy Nicholas talking me through the orgasm, but my fingers freeze as I open my eyes. My heart stops when I see my boss standing at the door, his eyes narrowed at the sight of me laying in his bed.

Naked.

Wet.

And playing with my pussy.

Chapter nineteen

Nicholas

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Amara.”

My voice is rough, my eyes narrowing at the sight of her fiery orange hair sprawled across my pillows, a white fluffy towel underneath her, and my ring glinting on her finger as she teases her sweet little clit.

Fuck. Me.

I can’t breathe, my cock painfully hard beneath my pants, straining against the fabric as it throbs at the sight of her.

I lift my gaze to hers seeing the panic coursing through her eyes as she lifts her hands from between her thick thighs, attempting to grab the towel and shield herself.

Too fucking late.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, the towel slipping away from her grasp. I watch, mesmerized, as the flush spreading across her cheeks tells me she was painfully close to coming on my bed.

She gulps, shaking her head as she tries to sit up, attempting to cover herself once again. No chance of that. I’ve already seen all of her. And fuck, I want to see more. I want to memorize every inch of her, trace every freckle, every stretch mark. I want to devour her like an art piece.

“I—”

I lean forward, my hand landing beside her thighs, my body hovering dangerously close to hers. “You came into my bedroom. You laid yourself out on my bed and started to touch your pussy.” I can hear her heartbeat in the air between us, hammering as my words work echo between us. “And now you’re going to finish what you started.”

Her breath hitches, and her fingers tremble, torn between covering herself and returning to where they were just seconds ago.

Her chest rises as she breathes hard. “I didn’t mean— I thought—”

“I know what you thought,” I say, the scent of her sweet cunt traveling to my nose, making my mouth water. I fight to keep my eyes locked on hers. “You thought I wouldn’t be home. Thought no one would find out how you like to play with your needy pussy in my bed.”

Her lips part, her breaths growing heavier.

“Tell me, Amara. Do you do this often?”

She swallows, shaking her head as she attempts to cover herself again. I tilt my head, studying her.

“Was your pretty little clit throbbing, honey? Were you burning with need, unable to take it anymore?”

She nods before biting her lip, a soft moan escaping her throat.

The sound goes straight to my cock.God, she’s breathtaking. I can’t stop myself from leaning in closer, inhaling deeply as her scent surrounds me—sweet, intoxicating, a blend of my body wash and her natural heat. I drink it all in, letting it consumeme. I run my eyes down her body, savoring every inch of her soft skin, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. I want to memorize every single detail.

“I’m here now,” I say, my voice a rasp, thick with pure fucking hunger. “And I want to watch you.”

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