Page 44 of Racing Hearts

Yeah, it’s never been this good, like we are meant to be together. It seems Alek agrees. He’s still angry and an asshole, but he can also be flirty, funny, and kind of sweet—not that I would tell him that to his face because he would probably hit me. Even thinking about it makes me grin.

Alek: I keep finding blond hair in my car. You are worse than a girl.

A picture comes through of his grumpy face holding up a blond strand.

Evan: That could be anyone’s.

Alek: You are the only blond who’s been in my car.

Evan: So you let brunettes inside it? The betrayal.

Alek: The only other person allowed in my car is my sister, you rich idiot.

Evan: Maybe I need to put my name on it so everyone knows it’s my seat then.

Alek: Don’t you even dare, pretty boy.

I want to squeal, but I swallow it down. I can’t hold back my smile though. It’s quiet in the library, so I have to duck my head and bite my lip to stop it, especially with Lally and Tommy working on their footage for their project just across from me. I know they know something is going on, but they are good enough friends to let me tell them when I’m ready.

Evan: So mean.

Alek: You love it. I have to work late tonight, so I won’t have time to see you.

Evan: That’s okay. I need to edit tonight anyway. I think Lally and I are going to pull an all-nighter in the photo lab.

Alek: Okay, don’t work too hard, and make sure you eat.

I bite back a bigger smile, glancing around in case anyone is watching when my phone vibrates again.

Alek: Now show me that pretty face since I won’t get to see you.

Keeping the phone low and on silent, I pout as I snap a picture and send it. I look at Lally to see her watching me with a knowing grin on her lips. I quickly look away when my phone buzzes under the table.

Alek: Such a pretty boy, I hate it.

Alek: I want to see more of you.

Evan: I’m in the library, you perv.

Alek: Go to the bathroom, rich boy, now, and send me a picture, or I’ll turn up there and see for myself.

I almost want to dare him to, but we both need to work, so I mutter an excuse to my friends and hurry to the bathroom on this floor. After ensuring it’s empty, I step into a stall and lock the door. I stare at my phone, biting my lip. I’m not normally shy, but something about Alek makes me shaky. He went from hitting me when kissing me to being obsessed with seeing me, and it’s addictive.

Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage and snap a picture of me with a smirk from a high angle, my shirt lifted to show a sliver of skin.

Alek: Fuck.

Alek: I want my hands on you. Lift your shirt higher and give me something good to get through work.

Desire makes my cheeks burn hot as I lift my shirt to flash my abs and send it, waiting with bated breath for him to reply.

Alek: Look at you, pretty boy, so goddamn sexy. I wonder what those muscles taste like. You have no idea what you do to me or how crazy you fucking make me.

His praise does something to me. It makes me hot and needy. I want it all. I want to hear those words whispered in my ear.

A picture comes through, and my eyes widen. I slam my phone to my chest and look around like someone could be here before realizing how ridiculous that is and peeking back at it. It’s of Alek in the bathroom at work, and it’s focused on the mirror, slightly blurred. His coveralls are shoved down, and he has his hand down them, leaving no doubt about what he’s doing.

Desire pounds through me so fiercely, I can’t resist. I slide my hands down my abs and shove it into my cargos, wrapping my hand around my dick. I stroke myself as I look at him, but my phone suddenly vibrates, making me jump.

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