Page 96 of Start Your Engines

I swallow repeatedly. I love every version of Connor, but my love for him terrifies me too much to tell him. Sometimes, he lets me be the boss away from the office, and he’s not too proud to admit he gets anxious.

“Then know I’ve got you, Connor. I would dive down and give you the kiss of life while people dragged me away. You’re it for me, and I will always be here for you.”

“Always is a big word,” he replies.

I wrap my arms around him and press my lips to his. His heartbeat thuds against my chest. “Always.”

He grabs my hand as we run down the deck and dive into the water.

The lake is freezing, but this is our last chance to enjoy it before the summer ends.

I shiver in the shallowest part of the lake as I wrap my legs around him. His erection presses at my belly. His body is like a wall of heat, and as water drips down his shoulders, I burn.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asks.

I wrap my arms around his neck tightly. His gaze drops to my chest rising above the ripples of water. His pupils are stormy, and his grip on my breast is possessive.

“I’m always ready for you. Fuck me, Connor.”

With that, he slides inside me as he whispers, “Always,” again and again.

He moves gently, easing out before pushing back inside me. He sucks and licks at my neck while rocking me against him. One hand rests on the back of my neck, holding me tightly as I use my thighs to move with him, lifting and dropping. It’s more like lovemaking when he skims his fingers across my cheek and tells me I’m the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

“Connor,” I moan.

“You feel so good around my dick, baby,” he says, his voice deep enough to reach every part of my aching body. I press him tighter against me with my feet, joining our bodies as I slide up and down against him. “I want to make love to you. It’s all I think about. And once I’ve made you come hard on my dick, I’m going to take you inside and worship you. Do you want that, Coults?”

My yes is more like a cry of desperation.

He bites my ear lobe. “I never stop thinking about having you. I’m always imagining new ways to make you moan andgasp. When you’re in meetings telling us what to do, I fantasise about bending you over the conference table and sliding right in.”

My orgasm already builds again. I grip him harder and whimper in his ear, “More.”

“I want to fuck you in your office, your hands on the glass as you lose yourself. I sit opposite you, desperate to pull up that sexy boss dress and thrust inside you.”

I mumble my agreement. It would be risky, yet I want it. The danger works because of the safety between us.

“Do you imagine me on my knees under your desk, licking you to climax before I make you stand and fuck you from behind?”

My moans are as messy as my control as I immerse myself in the thickness of his dick that continues to push inside me. His muscles ripple against me. My thighs burn from keeping the rhythm, but I don’t stop. I need him inside me. I take a deep breath, overwhelmed by his desperation for me. The scent of the salty lake and the beer he must have drunk before I arrived mingle on my tongue.

His jaw clenches as he presses his lips to mine. His tongue is in my mouth. He presses his palm to the back of my neck, controlling the kiss. Although he has the power to drag an orgasm from my depths, he’s not ready. He pulls his lips away and licks at my neck.

I whimper and moan as his dick fills me.

“I know, baby. It feels so good.”

And that’s when something switches. He fucks me with abandon, thrusting in and out as I squeeze my thighs and take him as deep as I can. The mixture of pleasure and pain sends me soaring.

“Come,” he grunts. “I need to watch you come.”

I go over the edge. My body shakes as I respond to his demand. My nails dig into his skin as I grip him. My climax overwhelms him, and he fills me with his orgasm as he groans his praises.

“That’s my girl,” he says repeatedly as I shiver and tremble. I hold on tight as he kisses me again. His mouth covers mine. His kisses are never-ending. “Mine.”

Love for him bursts through my chest.

This is it. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. The intensity of the last half hour flows away on the quiet waves of the lake.

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