Page 67 of Strictly Business

I scan the floor, my eyes sweeping across the rows of desks until they lock onto her. She’s sitting at her desk, laser-focused on her monitor, her long hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. I spot Jade leaning over, nudging her with her elbow. Amara turnsher head, and the instant our eyes meet, her cheeks flush a shade deeper than usual.

A subtle smirk tugs at my lips, and I give her a small nod as I walk past.

“Amara,” I greet her, the memory of how I said her name last night making my lips twitch. She blushes even harder, and it’s impossible not to enjoy the effect I have on her.

“Mr. Blackwood,” she replies, with a cool professionalism that makes me almost scoff. Just this morning she was moaning and gasping my name in the shower, and now I’m just “Mr. Blackwood.” Yeah, okay.

I nod at her, the brief eye contact between us enough to send a jolt of heat through my veins. But there’s no time to linger. There’s work to do.

I turn on my heel and head toward my office, pushing the door open. I sit back in my leather chair, waiting for Robert to arrive. The office is silent except for the faint hum of the city below. My mind, however, is a whirlwind of thoughts… specifically of Amara.

I can’t stop thinking about last night. The way she looked, the way she felt. Her soft moans, the way she melted against me, so fucking responsive. I bite the inside of my cheek, feeling the heat flood my body at the memory.

Unable to take it any longer, I grab my phone and type out a message.

Me:

Mr. Blackwood? Baby, you were screaming my name so loud this morning the walls nearly caved in.

I smile to myself, leaning back further in my chair when I see her typing.

Amara:

Nicholas. We’re at work.

Me:

And I can still smell you on my fingers.

Amara:

Nicholas… You know I blush like crazy. People will be able to tell something’s going on.

I chuckle. I can practically see her now, biting her lip, trying to keep cool.

Me:

I know, baby. And I love it. I can’t wait to see that blush tonight. Maybe I’ll make it match your ass.

I lean forward, my cock stirring at the thought of her beneath me again.

Her reply comes quickly.

Amara:

Nicholas!

I smile darkly, knowing I’ve got her on the edge, making her squirm.

Me:

I just want to hold you.

And kiss you all over.

And then eat you out.

I can almost feel her shiver, her thigh quivering around my head as I lick her sweet cunt.

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