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“Are you going to let me watch you play with yourself on the way home?” I pant, and my chest heaves. “Senna, are you?”

That growl, the depth of his cock, and the pure need on his face all do it for me, and I scream my climax and agree to everything he wants as I come. With one last push, he climaxes, his rippling forearms holding on tight as my orgasm obliterates me. His kisses cover my neck and between my breasts as my breathing slows. The lights of the car transporter fill the runway as driver guides it through the barrier, thankfully not shining on us.

We jump up and readjust ourselves. I check the bonnet, but the darkness hides any imperfections.

“I hope we haven’t damaged it,” I say through panting breaths.

“Totally worth it. You were incredible,” he whispers in my ear before his lips brush the nape of my neck. “I’m going to remember you like that forever.”

CHAPTER 43

Connor

Senna lies against my chest,and her orange blossom scent dances in the air between us. Her heart’s rhythm has become my rhythm. Her heat warms my soul. I wind sections of her hair around my finger and ghost her forehead with kisses. Fluffers sits beside us on the sofa, too grumpy to sit on her lap, although he’s warmed to both of us. We’ve become an odd family over these last two weeks of summer break.

“This half-season is going to be the best one yet. Tawny can’t wait to sign the contracts tomorrow.” Jacs’s Scottish brogue surrounds the living space. Even though she’s not on speakerphone, I hear every word. She’s the loudest person I’ve ever met. She probably has the same ear damage lots of us have from too many years near noisy engines.

“It will be amazing. I wish I’d fired Antoine sooner,” Senna replies.

“Me too,” I mumble, and she puts her finger on her mouth.

“Who’s there with you?” Jacs asks. “Is that Connor?”

Senna huffs as she puts the phone on speaker.

“You all right, Jacs?” I holler.

“Not as okay as you two. Are you hanging out as friends or…” She leaves us to fill in the word, but secret exclusive dating hasrules, including that you don’t discuss it. “Okay… Either way, I’m glad Senna finally took time off. You needed it, chick. We were worried about you.”

Senna tenses against me. “Is everyone talking about me?”

Oh shit.

This is the last thing she needs to hear. I smooth my fingers down the nape of her neck and swallow the newly formed lump in my throat.

“No, but I was worried you wouldn’t take your summer break, and when I saw Ralf in passing, he mentioned Niki called him suggesting someone should look after you and—” Jacs rambles.

“I don’t need protection or people to worry about me. I bet my dad didn’t have this,” Senna replies.

“He should have,” I grunt, and she tips her head. “Maybe if he’d had people worrying about him, his health would have been better, and he wouldn’t have left the team in a mess for you to deal with.”

I’ve kept quiet about her dad. Senna told me he’s considering selling the team unless she gets us to the top six in the Constructor’s Championship, something he couldn’t do in the last five years.

Her head drops, and she closes her eyes. “I’m not a pathetic woman who can’t run things.” The phone sits next to her. The call with Jacs is still open.

“Your dad made you jump through hoops. We’ve spent nearly two weeks together.” In absolute bliss. “But before that, you were exhausted, working all the hours and only eating because of the meals I sent to your office.”

I want her to understand that she doesn’t have to do this alone and that real relationships are possible. I want to care for her.

“Even Niki, who barely calls you, was worried about you,” I add.

“How do you know Niki was worried about me?”

I can’t tell her he asked me to protect her. She’ll rage. And I haven’t protected her for weeks unless she’s wanted me to. She presses her fists to her forehead.

Jacs jumps in. “Senna, chill. This team matters to all of us. I know it means more to you, but we care about you, okay?”

“Okay,” Senna grunts, but it’s not.

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