Page 23 of Strings Attached

She throws her head back, a long groan spilling from her lips. “God,” she moans.

My pace is unrelenting as I fuck her hard and fast. There’s nothing better in this world than being inside of her. Every time I withdraw, her pussy sucks me right back in.

A man could get fucking addicted to her. She’s intoxicating. She’s the drug that will have you wanting more, get you hooked and never let you go.

“Evander,” she moans, her pussy contracting around my cock. “More, please,” she begs.

My fingers tighten on her, and I have no doubt that they’re going to leave a mark, my cock thickens at the thought of me branding her. Fuck. I hammer into her, searching for my release.

“Yes,” she cries, her pussy spasming as her orgasm washes over her. “Evander,” she whimpers.

I’m lost, the way her pussy squeezes my cock, suffocating it. I’m gone. I hammer into her once more, burying myself to the hilt and releasing inside of her with a groan of her name.

We’re both breathing hard, none of us speak. My knees are shaking but I keep a hold of her while we both come down from our orgasms.

“Once I’m able,” I begin. “We’re going to do that again.”

Her eyes dance with happiness and her beautiful face splits into a smile. “Hmm,” she says with a grin.

I can't believe how different my life has become since the night of the gala. Being with Mireille is different, she’s brought light and laughter into my dull existence, reminding me that there's more to life than work and duty.

"So," I say, attempting to sound casual as I run my fingers through her silky hair. "About the gala next weekend...do you think we could make it a proper date? You know, just you and me, no work involved?"

Mireille lifts her head to meet my gaze, her eyes shining with emotion. "I'd love that," she whispers. "But on one condition."

"And what's that?" I ask warily, bracing myself for an outrageous request.

Her grin is mischievous as she playfully bites her lip. "Well, you are taking me out, after all. So, I expect you to pull out all the stops—flowers, champagne, the works."

Despite myself, I chuckle. "You drive a hard bargain."

"I know," she teases. "It's one of my most endearing qualities."

I rise to my feet, fixing my slacks and buttoning them up. "I wouldn't have it any other way." I help her to her feet, I lean in, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You know that right?"

Mireille smiles against me as her arms wrap around my waist tighter than before. "I do," she said with a big grin. "You’re starting to grow on me, Grumpy Pants."

I chuckle at Mireille's playful nickname for me. "Grumpy Pants, huh? I'll have you know I can be quite cheerful when the occasion calls for it."

She raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Oh really? I'd like to see that."

"Challenge accepted," I say with a grin. "How about we finally eat that dinner I so expertly 'cooked', and I'll show you just how un-grumpy I can be."

Mireille laughs, the sound warming me from the inside out. "Alright, I'm game. But I warn you, I have very high standards for cheerfulness."

As we settle in to eat our reheated takeout, I find myself enjoying how comfortable this all feels. The easy banter, the stolen glances, the way Mireille's presence seems to fill up all the empty spaces in my life I never even realized were there. I was always content, but didn’t realize something was missing, until Mireille.

Later, as we're curled up on the couch watching a movie, Mireille nestled against my side, I can't help but think about how much has changed. I've gone from being solely focused on work to looking forward to these quiet evenings with her.

I press a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. "Thank you," I murmur.

She tilts her head to look up at me, confusion in her eyes. "For what?"

"For this," I gesture vaguely. "For being you. For making me happier than I've been in a very long time."

Mireille's expression softens, her eyes shining with emotion. "Oh, Evander," she says softly, reaching up to cup my cheek. "You make me happy too. Happier than I ever thought possible."

She rests her head against my shoulder and focuses back on the movie. I know that no matter what, I won’t lose her. I’m falling for her, hell, I’m already gone.

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