Page 54 of Strictly Business

With a cry, Amara’s body tenses, her back arching off the bed as she orgasms. Her fingers work frantically against her clit as waves of pleasure crash over her. I watch in awe as she comes, her face flushed, and eyes glazed with ecstasy.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My cock grows, throbbing in my pants, twitching with the need to come so fucking bad.

I shake my head, trying to keep my control as Amara’s body relaxes back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she catches her breath once her orgasm subsides. I can’t take my eyes off her, drinking in every detail of her post-orgasmic glow.

She looks so beautiful, so perfect. My hands twitch, wanting to approach her, wanting to press my lips to her body, to touch her.

I clench my hands into a fist.

I fucking can’t.

Lifting myself out of my chair, I hover over her, watching her, ingraining this into my memory. I can smell her, can almost fucking taste her on my tongue, and goddamn I need to do just that before I lose my mind.

Gripping her hand—the same one that’s hovering between her legs—I lift it up, bringing her soaked middle finger to my mouth. My jaw ticks as her eyes lock on mine, questioning, wondering what I’m about to do.

The need inside me builds and fucking builds until I can’t take it anymore. Closing my mouth over her middle finger, I suck her into my mouth. My cock aches as I let out a groan, my mouth filled with her sweet, heady taste that makes me want to drop to my knees right fucking now.

God damn. This could convert a man. Could make them give their life away and live to serve her.

Amara’s soft, pretty moans drive me insane as I swirl my tongue over her finger, sucking her wetness, savoring her taste for as long as I can, because I know… I know that once this moment fades and I leave this room, none of this can happen again.

Pulling her finger out of my mouth, I lick my lips, still tasting her on them and Amara’s eyes widen, her breasts heaving as she stares at me.

“Fucking delicious.”

I drop her hand, seeing her eyes drift to my cock, which is undoubtedly hard for her, and I let my eyes roam over her again, sweat beading on her forehead, strands of dark orange hair clinging to her face. My jaw clenches, knowing I can never look at her like this again.

I avoid her gaze, turning away and walk out of my room without a word, the door clicking shut behind me. I don’t look back as I head for the elevator, pulling out my phone to call my driver.

I need to get the fuck out of here.

Chapter twenty

Amara

I’m getting uncomfortably used to this bedroom, considering it’s the only place I hide whenever Nicholas is home.

Pumpkin scratches at the door, and I sigh, knowing she wants to go to the living room. She’s getting too used to hanging around Nicholas, which is weird since she’s always hated men. Or maybe it was just Liam.

I sit on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, rereading Jade’s text, the pressure in my chest building.

Jade:

I’m at the club already. You guys need to get your asses out here.

Sophie:

Henry and I are already in our pajamas having a movie night.

Jade:

Boooo. Amara, come on. You’re my saving grace here.

It would be so easy to go out and try to forget about Nicholas, but it would be no use. The memory of the last few days torments my mind, day and night. It’s been almost a week since that day in Nicholas’s bedroom, since he watched me,tasted me, and then left… like nothing happened.

Since then? Nothing. Not a single call into his office, no rides to work, absolutely nothing. At the office, it’s like I’m invisible, just cold, snappy emails that might as well be from a robot. And at home? Even worse. He’s hardly ever here, and when he is, he actively avoids me, locking himself away in his office like he’s trying to erase me from his life. The thought twists my stomach. Does he regret that night? Does he wish it never happened?

Of course he does. He wouldn’t be acting like this if he didn’t. And the worst part? I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t let it go, no matter how much I try. I can’t stop picturing his eyes on me, his deep voice commanding me, his groans as he took my finger in his mouth.

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