Page 121 of Racing for Redemption
William seizes the moment, flipping us over so he’s on top, still buried inside me. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wider, and begins thrusting with renewed vigor.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his strokes powerful but controlled.
“Yes,” I breathe. “More. Harder.”
He obliges, setting a punishing pace that has the headboard knocking against the wall. The room fills with the sounds of skin on skin, our mingled breaths, his constant stream of praise. He slips his hand between us, finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
“Come for me again,” he urges. “Want to feel you come around my cock.”
The dual stimulation is too much. I arch up, digging my nails into his back as I come, clenching around him. He follows seconds later, crying out my name as he pulses inside me, his whole body shuddering.
He collapses beside me, both of us breathless, and slick with sweat. After a moment, he pulls me against his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“Forgot to be a gentleman tonight. I didn’t have a condom… I hope this was not—”
“I’m on the pill. Thankfully, there's no harm done.” I caress his face and say, “But maybe start packing a couple from now on.”
He chuckles and says, “Got it, boss.”
After a moment of silence, I look at him. “I think we finally got it out of our systems,” I joke weakly. “Blimey, we were needy as fuck.”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest against my ear. He trails his fingers lazily up and down my spine. “I don’t think that’s how it works.” He nips at my shoulder, his eyes finding mine. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll need to verify that theory in about twenty minutes.”
We laugh together, trading lazy kisses as our heartbeats slow. He never stops touching me, with a reverence that makes my throat tight.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks suddenly, a furrow appearing between his brows. “When I got carried away at the end?”
I shake my head, touching his face, tracing the dimple in his cheek. “It was perfect. I’m feeling perfect.”
Something flashes in his eyes—something deeper than desire, something I’m not ready to name. Instead of speaking, he kisses me again, soft and sweet.
“I’ve loved your dominant side since day one,” he murmurs against my lips. “Just so you know.” He caresses my arm with a reverence that causes goosebumps all over.
Love. The way he talks about me has been doing things to my heart.
"But you'll have to share those duties with me around. I'm not the submissive type."
I blush, strangely shy now, despite everything we’ve just done. He notices, of course, and that dimpled smile does dangerous things to my heart.
Whatever we’re doing, I want more of it.
Chapter 35
Rare Treasures
William
Steam clouds the bathroom as we stand under the hot spray of water together, her body pressed against mine. I like this routine. Soul-touching, delicious sex, and a warm shower afterwards. It feels domestic. Natural. Intimate beyond just a physical act. I trace soap suds down her back, memorizing each curve, each dip of her spine. The water washes away the evidence of our reunion, but the feeling of her lingers on my skin, in my blood.
Violet turns, water streaming down her face, long eyelashes spiky and dark. Something in my chest tightens at the sight of her like this—stripped of makeup, of pretense, her guard momentarily lowered. It’s not that she’s a different person without makeup. No. The makeup barely does anything to her face; she looks the same, beautiful, powerful, yet all so delicate. She smiles, and it hits me like a physical blow.
“You’re staring,” she says, reaching past me for the shampoo.
“Can you blame me?” My voice comes out rougher than intended.
When we finally emerge from the shower, skin pink and fingertips wrinkled, she wraps herself in one of the plush hotel robes, while I secure a towel around my waist. I watch as she moves to her suitcase, the familiar movements of her body creating an ache of longing, even though she’s right here with me.
She pulls out something I recognize—the Formula 1 pajamas she wore in Melbourne, the night that started this between us. But instead of putting them on first, she turns to me, holding a small, wrapped package in her hands.
