Page 21 of Strings Attached

Evander takes my hand, leading me discreetly off the dance floor and towards the exit. As we slip out of the ballroom, I feel a thrill of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation. What exactly does Evander have in mind?

We make our way back to our hotel suite in charged silence, the tension between us is hard to miss. As soon as the door closes behind us, Evander turns to me, his blue eyes intense.

"Mireille," he says softly, taking a step closer. "I know we agreed to keep things professional, but I can't deny my feelings for you any longer. Being here with you tonight, seeing you in that dress... you're all I can think about."

My breath catches in my throat. "Evander, I..."

But before I can finish, he closes the distance between us, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. Unlike our kiss on the beach, which was passionate but tinged with surprise and uncertainty, this kiss is deliberate, filled with longing and desire.

I melt into him, my arms winding around his neck as his hands find my waist, pulling me flush against him. The kiss deepens, and I lose myself in the sensation of his lips on mine, the taste of him, the feeling of his strong body pressed against me.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily. Evander rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he murmurs, but makes no move to let me go.

"I know," I reply, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "But I don't want to stop."

Evander opens his eyes, searching my face. Whatever he sees there seems to make up his mind. With a low growl, he kisses me again, more urgently this time. His hands roam my body, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

I fumble with the buttons of his shirt as he trails kisses down my neck. We stumble towards the bed, shedding clothes alongthe way. As Evander lays me down on the soft mattress, I can't help but think that this is where we've been heading all along, despite our best efforts to deny it.

"Are you sure about this?" Evander asks, hovering above me, his eyes dark with desire but also filled with concern.

I nod, pulling him closer. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

“So beautiful,” he whispers as he positions his cock at my entrance. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

My breath hitches at his words, God. I love him telling me how beautiful I am.

He slides into me, slowly pushing his cock into me. Filling me up inch by inch. Stretching me with his thick length. I cry out as he bottoms out inside of me. God, it feels amazing. It’s so much better than I could have ever imagined.

“Evander,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, pulling him even further into me.

His gaze hasn’t once wavered from my face, his expression softer than I have ever witnessed from him.

“That’s it,” he urges as I match his pace, our thrusts in sync, I can’t stop grinding against his cock. This is the best I’ve ever had.

“Yes,” I hiss, his hands tightening around my hips. I try to quicken the pace but his fingers bite into my skin. “Please?” I plead with him, needing more.

He shakes his head. “No, like this,” he growls, but softens the blow by pressing his lips down against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tangling with mine as he steals my breath away. “I want it this way.”

I nod, speechless at the moment as he moves deeply inside me, maintaining a slow rhythm.

“God, so good baby.”

His eyes stay on mine, giving me every ounce of his attention as he fucks me like he means it. It’s not long until my pleasure is rising, it’s a slow build, with each thrust it rises a little more.

“Come for me, baby,” his teeth bared, his thrusts deeper, but his pace stays the same. Slow but precise.

My orgasm shatters over me and I cry out his name, my entire body burning as I come.

He grits his teeth and pushes into me once more, his cock thickens, and he releases a low groan as he cums.

He presses a hard kiss against my lip, and I kiss him back, loving the connection between us. I just pray that this doesn’t change things between us. He pulls out of me, and I wince at the pain. He lies beside me;is lips pressed against my shoulder blade.

We lie there in silence for a few moments, processing. Part of me is elated—this is everything I've wanted for so long. But another part is anxious about what this means for us, for our working relationship.

"Evander," I start hesitantly. "What happens now?"

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