Page 79 of Wrecking Boundaries

“It’s me. I’m your investor. I’m investing. I want to be your formal business partner, not an advisor or assistant.”

Sarah wants to formalize it. I thought she meant it metaphorically when she used that term earlier. “Are you sure?” My throat tightens. “I’m accepting, don’t get me wrong.But are you sure?”

“Incredibly sure. I want to do this with you.”

“Your hair is always so soft.” I twirl a lock of her hair around my finger. “I was right that you secretly loved all this. All it took was me swooping in to save you. I’m the hero you always needed.”

Sarah rolls her eyes and groans my name, making me smile even more. “Okay, Batman. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

I love this woman. “I accept your offer.”

“Good. Let’s shake on it, like real live business people.”

“Genuine and not fake business people,” I say in agreement.

We shake, and I can only think rainbows are coming off both of us this time.

“Perfect. Now, there are two people I want to introduce you to at the go-kart charity. One plays golf with my dad and owns a string of car dealerships. The other is old money. A little snobby, but not so much you’ll find her annoying,” she says.

“You going in decreases their risk.” Sarah would know that which probably played a role in her decision. My heart thumps. “If there’s a meeting to be had, you’re doing it with me.”

I may lose a spotter, but I’ve gained something pretty damn great.

29-Jake

“We don’t have much time.” Sarah cranes her neck to kiss me. “Oh, I like that.”

“Plenty of time.”

Morning light peeks through the room’s curtains, turning my words into a lie. It’s race day, which means sponsor appearances, driver meetings, fan appearances, and all the other tasks that come with it. I’m not even at the track.

“Plenty of time,” Sarah echoes, but her voice is quieter, as if the repetition alone makes it true.

I adjust her leg, moving it higher to better settle between her thighs, and thrust one more time. “You feel good. You’re soft and tight. Every time we finish, I start figuring out how to get back in you.”

She says my name, and I keep going.

“Jake. Oh, God. Ohgodohgod.”

“No, Princess. I’m the one doing this to you.” I nip her neck to prove it and then kiss the same spot. With luck, it’ll leave a mark.

I move, putting more weight on my forearms, wanting to see how much she’ll scream, and the alarm goes off.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter and stop.

“Don’t leave,” she says. I love the drugged sound of her voice.

I strain enough to grab the phone and frantically silence the awful siren. “It’s time to get up,” I say, and she giggles. Screwit. There’s still plenty of time, so I toss the phone onto the floor and settle between her legs until our chests touch.

“It might break.”

I do not fucking care right now. “I’ll get a new one.”

Sarah wraps her legs around my hips, and we kiss once more. It’s slow and sweet, like our looming schedules can be easily ignored.

“Jake.” I slow down, and our eyes meet. “Love me.”

“Always. Every morning and every day.” I kiss her cheek, nuzzle along the other one, and do her jaw. “I can’t wait until we’re married.”

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