Page 71 of Start Your Engines

“Shush,” he replies with a smirk before pressing his lips to my neck. “When I first saw your new hairstyle and boss outfit, I nearly lost it, partly because you looked like the perfect boss to discipline me but also because it meant you were keeping your hair down so I couldn’t stare at your neck and fantasise about kissing it and making you moan my name.”

He sucks on my neck, and I know he’s going to leave a love bite, the mark of his need.

“Please, Connor. I need more.”

“When I’m ready,” he growls against my skin, making me whimper his name.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he grunts against my collarbone as he pulls away and stares at me.

I’m grinding against his erection, practically dry humping him, as his lips press against mine, harder this time. The frictionof our clothes against my pussy makes me moan into his mouth. He grips my arse, kneading my cheeks as he pulls me onto him.

I swear he’s bigger than he said. His dick is thick and hard, and the thought of it pushing inside me makes me lean back and grind harder. He reclines against the sofa and threads his fingers behind his head. He watches me enjoy his body with a smug smile. It’s like I’m performing for him. Everything I’m doing is hitting my clit just right, and I stare at him as I rub myself against him again and again. I’m soaking, but I need his lips on me.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

“Yes, baby,” he replies, flipping me so I’m underneath him.

I hiss as he stares at me again. Suddenly, he softens the moment, brushing the back of his fingers across my cheekbones and smiling at me. “I’ve wanted this for so long that I’m scared of fucking it up. It’s like all my dreams and fantasies are finally coming true, and I can’t stop staring at you.”

My heart flutters at the earnest way he looks at me.

I suck in my lower lip and lose myself in his cerulean eyes.

I don’t know what this is, and I don’t care. I just want him.

His arms bracket my head as he dips his head and presses kisses to my cheek.

“You’re fucking perfect, Coults, and I’m…” he whispers in my ear before sucking my lower lip into his mouth. And then he says the one word that ended his resignation letter. “…yours.”

His kisses are soft, hard, and everything in between. He strokes my skin, squeezing my breasts and thumbing my nipples, but never ducking his hand beneath my clothes. It’s the make-out we never got as teenagers, and for one glorious afternoon, it’s ours.

This man can kiss.

But I need more. I want to know what it’s like to have Connor fucking Dane inside me.

He starts to slip my top off. My lips are sore, and my body aches from not coming.

Fluffers jumps on the top of the sofa and stares down at us.

His meow is louder than a fire alarm.

“Someone is hungry,” he says, and I can’t stop my giggle.

Connor’s eyebrow quirks as he shakes his head. I cover my face with my hands, but he pulls them away. “Safe to say we’re all hungry.”

Connor kisses my forehead, eases himself off me, and heads to the open-plan kitchen.

His muscles flex as he opens the tin of cat food. I lick my lips as the muscles in his forearms harden. He catches the action and smirks. That smirk destroys me.

“Do you want your food, Fluffers?” he says softly, bending down to rub Fluffers under the chin. The furry beast makes a figure eight through his legs, his tail swishing like he owns this man, and Connor beams. My heart thunders.

I want to own this man.

I walk over to the two of them as I adjust my clothes. I’m forever drawn to him.

Connor sucks in his lower lip and winks at me. My emotions are in hyperdrive.

Fluffers claws Connor’s ankle to hurry him up and curtail our flirting.

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