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His brow lifts. “Worked. Didn’t it?”

“Weirdly yes,” I say, smirking at him in the dim light under the sheet, then drop my mouth to his length. I swirl my tongue around the head once, then spread my lips to cover him completely.

He groans my name, rocking into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. I bring my hands to his base, moving them up and down as I suck and lick.

Suddenly, the sheet is ripped back. I look up, my mouth still full of him, to see it gathered in his hand. “I wanted to watch you,” he says.

I gather more moisture in my mouth, pushing down in one slow, deep motion.

“You’re incredible at that,” he breathes.

I pull my mouth away long enough to saythank youbefore diving back down to take him in again.

“You can cross that off,” he moans, “taking a compliment.”

I giggle around him.

“You want to race?” he asks.

The memory of the first time he brought that up rushes back. He’d been surprised I’d never done sixty-nine with anyone.Is he offering to—? I pull away. “I’ll win,” I say, returning to my task with renewed determination.

I’m going to beat Cam Hacker at this race.

He grabs my hips, pulling me toward him, and I almost lose my grip on him as he drags me back to his mouth. His lips, fingers, and tongue work in unison, skipping the usual gradual buildup.

I gasp, drawing him deeper into my mouth, pressing my chest against his lower abdomen. My body rocks in sync with his mouth. Waves of sensation wash over me, and I’m tempted to stop what I’m doing and lose myself in the pleasure he’s giving me.But then he’ll win.Pre-cum salts my tongue, making me want to tasteall of him.

Keeping my rhythm, I slide my mouth lower over him, feeling his tip against my throat as I swallow him down. His hips jerk, and my thoughts blur, lost in what he’s doing to me. My legs start to shake. I’m close, but so is he.

My mind splits between the frenzy of wanting to give him pleasure—taste him, feel him, make him crazy—and wanting to come, but fighting to hold it back.

His hips jerk again, and the instant I taste his release on my tongue, I feel myself tumbling over the edge. We reach completion together, and I roll off of him, gasping for breath as I crawl up to lay my head on the pillow beside his.

“That’srun a marathon, take a compliment, try sixty-nine, andwin a race,” I say. “I don’t think I’ve ever crossed so many things off in one day.” I’m not ready to admit it to him, but I’m about to cross offfall in love againandhave a good boyfriendtoo.

“Notsee a ghost?” he chuckles. “And didn’t you cross off‘win a race’after go-karts? Andwait—you didnotwin this race.”

“I won,” I breathe.

“You did not,” he protests, tucking his arm under my shoulders and pulling me close. “You were already clenching around—”

His words are cut off as the lights flicker again.

“How do you keep doing that?” I ask.

“I’m not,” he says, his face the picture of innocence.

The bathroom door slams shut, as if pushed by a gust of wind, but all the windows are closed.

“Okay,” I nuzzle closer to Cam, raising my voice loud enough to be heard through the closed bathroom door. “I’ll cross off ‘see a ghost,’ too.”

Chapter 23

Cam

Hell of a season racing with these two –Cam’s social media post–a picture of him, Ludlow, and Hart on the podium after yesterday’s race, June 8th

“Bet you two are all kinds of nervous,” Hart says, sitting on a bench next to Ludlow and me.

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