Page 35 of No Strings Attached
She turns her head slightly, lips parted, voice nothing more than a breath. “I’m yours.”
Fuck.
My hand slips back between her legs, fingers circling her clit, and her body clenches around me so tight I grunt into her neck. I keep moving inside her, faster now, hips snapping against her ass, and I can feel how close she is. She’s holding on by a thread.
“Let go for me, Temptress.”
Amira breaks around my cock. Her body convulses, and I finally surrender, burying myself deep. I come with a sharp groan, holding her against me like if I let go, we might both fall apart.
We stay that way for a beat. Maybe two. Our breathing ragged, bodies tangled, the room thick with the scent of sweat and sex and something that feels too close tomore.
I press a kiss to the back of her shoulder.
In an instant, real life comes rushing back.
But for now, I’m still inside her, where I belong.
14
SHE’S THIRTEEN, NOT MI6
AMIRA
I’m drunk on the rush of what just happened. My legs are still trembling. My pulse is slowly finding its rhythm again, but my mind is a mess.
I don’t know how long we stay tangled together, my body slumped over the desk, Henson’s chest pressed to my back, but I could melt into the silence for hours and not mind one bit.
Until…
Knock knock knock.
We both freeze.
“Uncle Henny?” a soft voice calls.
My heart plummets to my toes.
Henson straightens behind me, and mutters, “Shit. That’s my niece, Brianna.”
“Yourwhat?” I hiss, stumbling upright as panic explodes in my chest. “Oh myGod.”
I yank my sweater up over my shoulder and practically dive for my jeans, shoving my legs into them so fast I nearly fall over.
Henson chuckles behind me, entirely too amused as he zips his pants and runs a hand through his hair like he didn’t just rearrange my entire nervous system three minutes ago.
“This isn’t funny,” I whisper-shout, fingers fumbling with my button. “I’m your family’s guest. I just had sex with you in myclient’s house.Do you know how many ways that’s a terrible idea?”
He grins, way too casual for the situation.
“Henson!” I bark, looking around like there might be security cameras that caught us in HD.
His smile only widens. “Technically, it was a… meeting. A very productive one.”
I shoot him a glare and rush toward the mirror on the wall, quickly patting down my hair, wiping at my lips, checking my sweater for wrinkles or any other evidence that I’ve just been fucked within an inch of my life. Face flushed. Eyes wild. I look very much like a woman who just got thoroughly ruined on a desk.
Henson watches me fuss and laughs. “Stop. You look perfect.”
I scowl. “I’m literally about to meet your niece.”
