Page 24 of Cuffed By Love

“Dev.” She moans when I kiss down her throat and suck gently at her pulse point. Oh fuck, just hearing her moaning my name like that was enough to send me over the edge. My knee pushes her thighs apart, and I settle myself between her legs while I continue to pepper kisses along her collarbone. Our hips start rocking against each other, and sparks ignite deep in my stomach the hotter she gets between the legs. I feel my dick twitch and throb every time she grinds herself against me and whimpers.

“God, Mira,” I moan pulling back to look down into her flushed face. “I want you so fucking bad.” I breathe, dropping soft kisses on her lips. “I want to drive you just as crazy as you do me. I want to be the one that makes you come for the first time and then again and again.” Mira stares up at me, her chest rising and falling quickly, and so was mine. “Just say you want to be mine,” I whisper, almost pleadingly pressing my forehead to hers.

“I want to be yours.” I draw back a little and peer into her golden gaze, searching for any form of uncertainty, but all I saw staring back at me in those beautiful eyes was a concoction of absolute trust and desire.

“I’ve always been yours.” I whisper brushing my fingers through her hair. “Are you sure?” Mira nods without hesitation, her cheeks aflame while she looks up at me. I lean down and kiss her slow and deep making her moan for me. I sit up on my knees and Mira’s eyes rake over my torso. She’s seen me topless many times before, but this was different. I take her hand and pull her up till she's upright. “Touch me.” I place her hands on my abs and close my eyes when they wander off, exploring every dip and curve, every ripple of muscle that tenses and quivers under her touch. I hiss when her lips brush along my stomach, Mira pulls back, her hands on my hips, her wide, curious gaze on the very noticeable tent in my sweatpants.

“Ahh fuck,” I moan when she brushes her fingers softly over the length of me, the pulsing pleasure it sent through me had my head spinning. Mira pulls her hand and gives me an apprehensive look as if she’s worried she’s hurting me. I bite my lip and place her hand back on my dick and grind against her palm. “Don’t stop. Your touch feels good…so fucking good.” I tilt her head up and lean over so I could kiss her. My fingers find the hem of her top, and I lift it up and over her head. One by one, our clothes came off until we were both naked and completely exposed. We spent hours exploring each other, tasting one another, and my God, did she taste good. An addictive taste I will never forget and for years to come be searching for and never find in another.

Present.

“Devin? Hello!” I start out of my thoughts and look over at Mira, staring at me questioningly.

“Huh?”

“I said I’m done. We can go if you’re ready.” I nod quickly and shift in my seat.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready.” I stand up, and when she turns to grab her bag and jacket, I rearrange myself so she won’t notice the bulge in my pants.

Way to get yourself in a state before you have to share a bed with her, King. Idiot, you have a girlfriend. Get control of yourself.

“So we’re going to my place, right?” Mira turns and looks at me with a frown and shakes her head.

“No, we’re going to my house.” She turns to try and walk off, but I pull my arm back that’s cuffed to hers and yank her back to me.

“Why are we going to yours?” Mira looks up at me, her eyes thinning.

“Because I live closer to the office, and it makes more sense to stay at mine. Can we go, please?” She utters with a frustrated sigh and tries to walk off, but I pull her back to me again.

“Just because we’re bound together, Tinks, doesn’t mean we do everything you say,” I tell her coolly, and she stares up at me.

“Okay fine, how about we alternate? One night at mine, and if we don’t get these off tomorrow, we’ll stay at yours tomorrow night? How's that for a compromise?” Mira raises her brows and smiles at me haughtily.

“Ahh, see, Tinks. You can be nice.” I reach up and grasp her chin between my fingers. Mira bats my hand away with a huff, her eyes narrow before she turns and pulls me out of her office.

“Bite me, King.”

“Don’t tempt me, Evans.”

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