Page 92 of Strictly Business

I feel her shiver, her body reacting to mine with no hesitation. Her breath hitches, and she meets my gaze, her eyes softening in submission. “Yes, sir,” she breathes, the sound sending a rush of heat through me.

I pull her dress over her head, exposing her to me completely, taking in the curve of her body, the way her full breasts sit so perfectly in my hands. I want to devour every inch of her, but first, I want to see her unravel for me.

“You’re a little impatient,” she gasps out when her dress falls to the ground.

“You have no idea,” I murmur, my hands trailing up her sides, grazing over her belly, feeling the heat of her skin under my fingertips. “So beautiful,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the hollow of her neck, feeling her pulse beneath my lips.

Her eyes never leave mine as she reaches behind her, unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

I pull off my shirt, throwing it aside, my eyes locked on her. “Don’t stop,” I mutter as I unbutton my pants. She’s already ahead of me, pushing her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. I can’t help but drag my eyes over every inch of her gorgeous naked body.

As I slip out of my pants, she steps into the shower, the water cascading down her body, and I follow her, stepping behind her, and pulling the glass door closed.

I take her mouth in a kiss, deep and slow, and as the water pours down on us, I forget everything else. There’s no past, no future. There’s only this moment, only her.

She lets out a needy moan when my hands land on her ass with a sharp slap. “That’s for making me wait,” I murmur against her neck, my grip tightening on her hips.

“Please,” she moans, her fingers getting lost in my hair as the water cascades over us.

“Please what? Tell me what you want,” I demand against her lips. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You,” she whispers, our bodies naked and grinding against each other. God, she feels so good against me. Soft, warm, and all fucking mine.

“Where do you want me?” I coax, wanting to hear the dirty words from her lips.

Her head tips back when I part her legs with my knee, and fit it between her legs, positioned so she can grind her sweet little clit against me.

“I want…Oh god.”

“Not God.Nicholas, baby. We’ve been over this.”

Grinding her pussy against my leg, she moans, her eyes fluttering. “I want… your mouth.”

“On where?” I ask, feeling her arousal drench my leg as she grips onto me, the orgasm cresting inside of her.

“On my…” Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, she sucks in a breath when I press my knee harder against her clit.

“Where, Amara?” I say, firmly.

Her eyes open, glancing up at me with those cute innocent eyes as she grinds her cunt on my leg. “On my pussy,” she says, making my breath hitch. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”

A satisfied groan leaves me. “Such a good girl for me. You know I love when you use your words.”

My lips trail down her neck, finding her breasts, my tongue swirling around her tight, pink nipples. A desperate groan grits from my throat when she moans, breathless and quick and utterly delicious. “You’re so fucking responsive. Every touch, every kiss, makes you quiver.”

My hands clutch her wide hips, exploring her body, feeling every inch beneath my touch. She deserves to be praised,worshipped.

When she moans again, her fingers tightening in my hair, I break out into a grin as I kiss down her body, pressing my lips to her soft stomach.

Her legs start to shift as she squirms under my touch, desperate for me. But instead of giving in, I let my lips graze against her pussy so softly, she whines.

I take my time with her. She’s not just a woman to me, she’smyfucking woman, my fiancée, and I want her to feel that with every kiss, every flick of my tongue, every second of the sweet torture I’m giving her.

“Patience, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “You’ll get exactly what you need… but only when I’m ready to give it to you.”

Her whimper is soft, her hips bucking, seeking more contact. She’s coming undone already, and I haven’t even touched her where she wants me most.

My hands slide down her thighs, spreading her open, and the sight of her—glistening, pink and perfect—makes my cock throb painfully. But this isn’t about me. It’s about her, about showing her exactly how I want to please her.

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