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He gives me a sly smile as he pushes his damp hair out of his face. “Why did you shut that?” I ask pointing to the ramp. He’s closed us in here.

“Because I need some you time.”

My mouth drops open. “Babe,” I take in a deep breath. “You have to go out there and do an interview.” I know there’s no way he has already done it.

His smirk grows. “They can wait on me.” He starts to walk toward me.

I smile. “Becoming a diva already?” I tease.

He chuckles. “No. I just wanna be with you at this moment.”

Before I can say anything, he is standing in front of me. His hands are on my face and his lips are on mine. His tongue slips between my lips and dances with mine as I throw my arms around his neck. He deepens the kiss as he steals my breath. His hands leave my face and grab my ass as he lifts me up off the ground. His kiss more desperate as he spins me around and slams my back against the wall. I pull away and cry out as a few things fall off the wall and hit the floor with a thud.

He lifts his hand and places it over my mouth. “Shh, baby.” He hushes me. “Others can hear us, these walls are thin.”

I nod my head. He takes his hand from my mouth, and I suck in a breath. “We shouldn’t…”

“Oh, but we are.” He pulls away from the wall. “Stand up,” he says as he releases my legs. As soon as my legs hit the ground, he’s yanking my shirt off my body. I undo my bra as he undoes the zipper on my white denim shorts. They pool at my ankles, and I go to kick off my heels, but he stops me. “Leave them on,” he demands so I step out with one leg and then kick my shorts across the room with the other.

He grabs my arm and pulls me over to the side where a toolbox is nailed to the wall. He lifts me up and sets me on it. “Lay back.” I hiss in a breath as I lay down on the cold steel. As soon as I do what he says, I can hear him pushing his leathers down to free his cock. He grabs my ankles and holds them up in the air. “Keep your legs up,” he orders.

“Okay,” I say breathlessly. The anticipation is killing me. Knowing that someone could come in at any moment and catch us. He’s supposed to be doing an interview. Of course, my father will be looking for him.

My right hand grabs the side of the toolbox while I place my left hand above my head when I feel him positon himself in front of me. The toolbox puts me at the perfect height for him to do whatever he wants to with me.

I bite my bottom lip and arch my back as he enters me in one hard thrust, remembering that I need to be quiet. He spreads my legs, and I bend them so they fall over his shoulders and he begins to fuck me wildly. Hard and fast. His fingers dig into my hips as he tries to hold me in place.

I close my eyes and my mouth falls open as my legs tighten and that familiar feel of orgasm starts to build. My head thrashes back and forth and my pussy tightens around his cock, causing him to cuss harshly. I arch my back, and I can’t help but cry out as I come. Through the haze of my orgasm, I hear him grunt and his cock jerks inside of me as he comes.

He pulls out and I whimper at the loss of him. He takes a few steps back and quickly pulls his leathers up.

I go to get up. “Here, let me help you,” he says reaching out to me. He pulls me to sit and then he walks away to go fetch my shorts. He comes back and slips them over my heels.

“Wait. My underwear?”

“You don’t need them,” he says and gives me a wink. I give a little laugh as my body continues to shake.

He helps me with my bra and top, and then pulls me from the toolbox. I stumble but right myself.

He walks over to the back where the ramp is and opens it up. “Smells like sex in here.” He laughs to himself.

“You’re gonna be in so much trouble,” I say, and he comes back over to me.

He gently kisses me on the lips. “You’re worth it.” Then he reaches down and grabs my hands. “Come on.”

He pulls me back across the parking lot over to where the big crowd still stands. I let go of him as we get close and I stay back as he walks over to my father. I smile when my dad slaps him on the back and they start to talk to a reporter.

Jackie comes bouncing over to me and hugs me tightly. “Whoa,” she says pulling away. “Why are you still so nervous? He won.”

“Nervous?” I question.

“Yeah. You’re shaking.”

I laugh to myself. Yes, I am. But not due to being nervous.

CHAPTER THRITY-SEVEN

DASH

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