Page 81 of Start Your Engines

“Yours,” she whispers again as she comes.

Somehow, Senna has dragged me out of the house. I’d go wherever she leads, but I’d rather we stayed in my bed as I make her moan or where I can listen to the cute snores she denies she makes.

“Why can’t I drive today?” I don’t care how petulant I sound.

“You don’t enjoy driving,” she teases. She’s swapped my hoodie for a summer dress. She’s bra-free, and as she grips the gear stick and takes the car into fifth gear, I glance at her lap. Shepromised me sex on the bonnet at some point. Maybe that’s what we’re doing today.

My dick grows in agreement.

“I enjoy driving your car.”

I marvel at her control as she takes the corner at speed. I haven’t watched her drive in years, and it’s so damn arousing. Her legs are wide, and her hands occasionally rest on the gear stick. It’s like she’s caressing the head of my cock as she squeezes it absentmindedly before turning the wheel on another corner.

“Although I’m enjoying how you drive it, too,” I add, my mouth dry as I watch the leather slide through her hands.

“Down, boy,” she sasses. “We’re heading to the village.”

“For lunch, hopefully. I need sustenance for what I have planned for you.”

She giggles. I do want her beneath me again, but I’d also be happy to hold her and talk more about what she did in those years we weren’t close. Between snoozes and orgasms, she’s shared stories about university and about joining the comms team, but there’s so much more I want to hear.

“A late lunch because it’s already three in the afternoon.Someonewouldn’t let us leave the house.”

“Damn right. I’m still annoyed you put clothes on, although you look fucking delicious in them. Are you wearing knickers?”

My stare rakes over her body, and her skin flushes pink.

“None of your business. After our ridiculously late lunch, we’ve got an appointment. The appointment is for me, but I need you and lots of sweets to get through it.”

I stare at her as she parks outside a pub.

“What kind of appointment involves sweets?”

Her smirking face tells me she’s not sharing her secret. “I also brought cuddly Coults. I found him under your bed. That’s no way to respect a toy your boss gives you.”

She pulls out the cuddly toy cat that was left for me at the Barcelona hotel, which I’ve carried everywhere since.

“I hoped he was from you.” I grab it off her and smell her orange blossom perfume lingering on his fur. “It’s not my fault he was under the bed. Fluffers hates him.”

She nods her head. “That I can believe.”

As I clutch the toy tighter, I fix her with my stare. “What appointment includes sweets and soft toys?”

She shrugs and gets out of the car, snatching the toy back.

I laugh, but in truth, I would walk through fire with her if she asked.

I’m totally screwed.

CHAPTER 40

Senna

I knockon the door of the small cottage. At the flamingo-shaped doorknocker and bright pink flowers from the rocking basket, Connor eyes me warily.

“You need to tell me what we’re doing. Is it a swingers meet-up?”

“No.” He’s thrown guesses at me over the last couple of hours.

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