Page 76 of Start Your Engines

“I’ll meet you at the car.” Her voice trembles as she hands me her car keys. I love that she’s as terrified by this as I am. She knocks back her drink and stands. “I need a second.”

I rush to the car, hoping she’s not pacing in the bathroom and regretting her decision. Maybe she’s calling Jacs to chat through her panic or, worse, getting her brother’s consent to fuck his best friend. It’s like I’m riding rapids as I consider the options. This could ruin everything, but I don’t feel guilty. I’m horny from all the truth bombs and the way she shared her fears.

Suddenly, she’s in the headlights of the car. In her tiny shorts and T-shirt, she’s all my dreams come true. And then she puts the phone on speaker. I poke my tongue against the inside of my mouth as I lower the windows. I hum to the last bars of “The Man” by Taylor Swift.

My sexy boss and best friend is scared and needs her confidence song. She gives a bum wiggle that has my cock fighting for freedom from my jeans before striding to the passenger window.

“Get in the car, Coults,” I growl. “I need to bury my tongue in your pussy.”

A blush runs from her face down her body and under her T-shirt as she opens her door and slides in. The leather cracks as she sits beside me. She’s barely got her seatbelt on as I pull away from the curb with squealing tyres. She doesn’t tell me to keep the car safe. Instead, she removes her T-shirt, which leavesher in a bralette with her nipples pressing through the lace. Her blush travels all the way down her chest.

The drive is a blur. As we get to the end of the long driveway that leads to my holiday home, there’s more tension in the car than before a race. I knew what adrenaline was, but that was before I considered making the woman I adore orgasm. I lean over and unclick her seatbelt. It gives me ideas of tying her to my bed. My head is Senna porn, and she’s not even seen me naked.

“Get in the house, beautiful,” I growl.

She tips her head as she winks at me. “We’re not having sex on the bonnet of my car?”

I fixate on the bonnet and gulp. I can imagine her on her back as I take her roughly.

“Maybe tomorrow,” I reply with a throat so dry I’m rivalling the Sahara.

“It’s a deal.”

I can’t check if she’s serious because she’s out of the car, looking for the key I keep under the plant pot. She runs through the house, kicking off her trainers.

“Don’t remove any more clothes,” I shout as I storm in. She freezes outside the bedroom. “I’m ripping them off you.”

This should be two people finally making love, but my body demands something else. Her eyes bulge from her head as I yank my belt from my waistband. She sucks on her lower lip as I drag my T-shirt up from the back and pull it over and off. Her eyes pin to my chest. I flex my abs, showing off my muscles and tattoos. Senna is in teeny shorts and a baby-blue bralette. Her tan from hanging at my house makes her skin glow, but the rosy hue of her nipples blooms from beneath the lace.

I cock my finger. “Come here, Coults.”

Her hands fist at her hips. “I thought I was the boss.”

I flick open the top button of my jeans. “I’m the boss in this house.”

She shivers but doesn’t move.

“I can stop if you want.” But I would die. My thumb rests on the next button. “Or you can come here so I can fuck you—a fuck like you’ve never had before.”

“Those are big words.”

“Not for me. Now come closer so I can feel your hand on my cock.”

Her stare flicks to my dick, which is still hidden by my jeans.

As she walks towards me, I stride closer, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder. Her gasp is so satisfying that I judder in my jeans.

Within five short steps, we’re in my bedroom. I throw her on my bed and stare down at her. Her gaze tracks from my eyes to the remaining buttons on my jeans and back up again.

“Hurry,” she says, undoing the buttons on her shorts. I still her hand with mine.

“There’s no rush,” I grunt, even though my dick tells me I should listen to her. “We’ve got until the morning, and I’m built to last all night.”

“You’re so cocky.”

“I’m with the woman I’ve spent years dreaming about. I’m allowed to be the cockiest guy in the world.” I flick the buttons on her shorts before yanking them down, pulling her knickers with them.

“You’re soaking.” I run a finger across her pussy and slide it in my mouth. I’ve never seen her eyes wider as I suck on my digit. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy you.”

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