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“You’ll need that fight for next season. We’ll all be watching Coulter.”

That kicks her competitive spirit into action, and she tips her head at him. “Enjoy the view as we kick your ass, Filip.”

I grab her hand and drag her away. The soreness of my jaw and the speed with which I’m moving as I glare at Filip over my shoulder is driven by jealousy. “Taylor Swift is on in two minutes.”

She slows me down with a yank of my hand. “I’m doing a boss walk, baby. I want him to know I’m not scared. We’re going to fuck up every team next season.”

“Yes, we are,” I reply, brushing my lips to her cheek.

When we reach the concert, we get caught up in the crowd. I turn my cap, and she pops up her hoodie so we’re a little hidden. As I drag her in front of me, I let out a moan. She may be a badass boss, but she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in shorts.

“I can’t believe this isn’t the end,” I whisper to her as Taylor Swift starts with “Love Story.” “I’ve got all I’ve ever wanted here with me right now.”

I wrap my arms around her as she hums in agreement.

“Today is the best day of my life, Connor,” she says softly. “When I got out of bed this morning, I was certain it would be the worst, but you’ve made all my dreams come true.” The smell of fuel and her trademark orange blossom perfume fills my soul. “I used to listen to this song as a teenager. I imagined you’d see me one day like I saw you.”

Her heart thrums against my chest, and it’s like we’re beating as one.

“And all along, I did.” She sighs, and I hold her tighter. “I don’t deserve you, Coults,” I whisper in her ear before pulling her hoodie down and dropping kisses on her hair. “Why do you love me?”

She sighs softly. “Because from the first day I met you, you challenged me and made me feel like I could conquer the world.” I close my eyes and put my hands in the pocket of her hoodie. “And now, because you let me ride your face like a rodeo queen.”

I laugh loudly, and my cock twitches in agreement. “I owe you special treatment when we get home.”

“And you’re officially moving in?”

“Fuck yes. I’ll follow you to the end of the earth if you’ll let me.”

“Forever and always. Although, no funny business until you get some sleep. You need rest.” Of course she noticed I hadn’t slept during our video calls. “But after that, I’ll show you exactly what you’ve earned for giving me fifth place and my first podium as a team boss.”

“The first of many. I can’t wait.” My lips brush her ear as I growl, “I’m imagining you on all fours, my lips on your neck, my cock deep inside you as you scream my name, and I pull the greatest orgasm out of you. And you need a spank for earlier. Is that good for you, boss?”

I press against her. She’s as horny for it as I am. If we weren’t surrounded by strangers with cameras on their phones, I’d be sliding my fingers between her legs to find out how wet she is for me.

“Perfect, baby,” she murmurs.

“I don’t normally do requests,” Senna’s favourite singer shouts from the stage. “But I heard that a winning team boss and groundbreaking woman listens to one of my songs when sheneeds power. This song goes out to all the women who’ve ever felt less. Let’s keep making history, ladies. This one is for you, Senna Coulter.”

Senna throws her head back and laughs as the first lines of “The Man” surround us.

Epilogue - Senna

“You can’t leavethe awards ceremony early,” my dad hisses as I start backing away from the table. He may have checked out of the team early and is only the owner for the next three hours, but I had to allow him and Mum to attend the FIA Annual Prize Gala.

“I can do what I like,” I reply, smoothing my long, off-the-shoulder black dress with a thigh-high split. “I’m still your feisty daughter, Dad.”

I scoop the last bit of chocolate and raspberry torte onto my spoon and shove it into my mouth with all the delicacy of a karting driver to make my point.

“Besides,” I add with my mouth full, “my team have got their silverware.”

I nod to Connor, who stands by the door with his Action of the Year trophy for his trick when he moved from third to second in the last race of the season. Due to Dad’s apologies, I missed it, but Connor’s made me watch it fifty times since and at every angle. Not that I’d miss the opportunity to witness my man conquering the track. He caught me enjoying it on slow-mo when I was supposed to be sleeping quietly next to him. I got a substantial reward for that over the end of the bed.

Connor waggles his eyebrows at me as Niki jostles him.

“Jacs is out front. I’ve got to go,” I whisper to my dad.

“Let her go, honey. She probably won’t be able to sneak off again, and she’s done enough this year. She deserves some fun. Remember how you were worried work would be too much for her?”

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