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Christ.
I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning out loud. Pre-cum was leaking out of me, and every little shift brought me closer to the edge like I was a goddamn teenager.
I teased, pressing just enough to breach her, my other hand moving in lazy circles over her clit. She shuddered once—barely noticeable to anyone not currently fingering her within an inch of her life—but fuck, I felt it.
She kept it together. Just sipped her coffee.
I kissed the back of her neck, just to feel her jolt.
Kimi chose that exact moment to go full crackhead and screen share the FIA email like a lunatic. “Look at this bullshit,” he said, slowly scrolling so we could read the email that had been sent to us and our team principals.
The email was a goddamn laundry list of manufactured outrage. Potential violations for "inappropriate language over public broadcast channels," "conduct unbecoming of FIA representatives," "potential conflicts of interest due to inter-team relationships," "collusion to undermine regulatory authority," and "unsportsmanlike behavior".
Oh, and my personal favorite: "Potential damage to the FIA’s public image due to unauthorized media engagements and relationship disclosures."
A fucking masterpiece of bureaucracy trying to cover their own asses.
Marco leaned over, peering at the screen. “We are so fucking fucked.”
“We’re fine,” Aurélie said flippantly, voice only slightly strained. "I read through the regulations. I know exactly how to toe the line without going over the edge." She pressed harder against me, the finger in her ass slipping further and stealing my breath.
Oh, fuck her.
“Yeah?” Marco grinned. “Our queen is gonna go feral on the FIA again. Can’t wait to see her bite someone.”
I growled low enough that only Aurélie could hear it, the rumble vibrating through my chest. Mine. Not theirs. Not anyone else's. She was dripping all overoursheets, still clenching aroundmyfucking fingers while they sat and bickered.
I pressed my finger deeper in retaliation, and she tensed, breathing sharp through her nose. Her face turned a deeper shade of pink, but she kept her smile intact.
God, I was obsessed with her.
"Fraser, you've been awfully quiet," Kimi drawled, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the screen. "You die over there or what?"
Aurélie shifted her weight—whether on purpose or by accident, I didn’t know—but it dragged her ass even harder against my cock, and I was now knuckles-deep in her ass. I almost choked.
"Nah," I rasped, low and smug, but my soul really was vacating my body. "Just busy taking it all in."
Aurélie barely managed to sip her coffee without spilling it, but she clenched around me again, and I tipped my head back and prayed for a little more fucking restraint. Just enough to get through this call.
Marco laughed, oblivious. "Yeah, it's fucking crazy, right?"
If only they knew just how fucking crazy we both were right now. Here she was, squirming in my lap, squeezing the hell out of me, while I was subtly dry-fucking her and about to blow my load.
Marco and Kimi kept ranting, something about organizing a "free the grid" protest or buying a tank, but I barely heard them. I was too busy using my free hand to dip my fingers into her dripping pussy, teasing her opening slowly and watching her pretend nothing was wrong.
When the boys finally started wrapping up—Marco loudly plotting our early arrival so we could be a united front and Kimi mumbling something about stealing a safety car—Aurélie signed off with a sugary smile.
“Thanks for the update, boys. See you tomorrow.”
She ended the call. My hands were off her instantly. The second the screen went black, I grabbed the phone and her coffee, practically threw them onto the nightstand, and flipped her onto her back so fast she yelped.
I pinned her wrists above her head and ground my cock against her.
“Now, where were we, mon cœur?”
She just whimpered, hips already bucking toward mine, and I grinned like the fucking animal I was about to become.
"You're evil,"Aurélie whispered.
