“How fast does she go?” he asked, glancing at me from the other side.
“How fast do you want to go?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“I feel the need. The need for speed.”
“All right, Maverick. Climb in and buckle up,” I told him. “Let’s see how big your balls are.”
“Princess, I know you have a set, but let’s not forget whose are bigger.”
“You’ll have to remind me later,” I said, smiling at him as we climbed inside and buckled ourselves in.
“You shared your fantasy with me, making it real. Tonight, I’m going to show you mine.” He smirked, biting the corner of his lip.
My belly flipped from the burning in his sapphire eyes. “I don’t know if I like the sound of that.”
“Don’t worry.” He laughed. “I’m going to make you mine tonight. In every single way possible.”
I laughed, laying my head against the seat. “Going to ask me to go steady again?”
“You’re going to have to wait to find out. Today is a day for new beginnings and celebrations.”
“Ready?” I asked, taking a deep breath.
“More than ever,” he replied, gripping the steering wheel, feeling the leather under his fingertips.
Morgan understood the happiness I felt on the track as he took the corners like a pro.
Driving around the track, leaving everything else behind, we both felt the freedom it offered.
As he drove, I took a moment to take stock of my life. So much had changed in a short amount of time. I hadn’t imagined I’d quit my job and be a business owner.
On top of that, I’d never in a million years thought I’d be head-over-heels in love with the man who’d saved my life. Not just from Natasha, but also from the mundane existence I’d accepted as my reality.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Mine
Morgan
I’d fantasizedabout Race all day as we sped around the track, feeling everything else drift away. It was the best fucking day ever, but it was about to get even better.
“What’s your fantasy?” she asked, peering up at me with uncertainty in her eyes.
I undressed her slowly, taking time to appreciate all of her beautiful curves and delicious scents. I pressed her front against the wall, pulling her top over her head, breathing in the smell of her vanilla-scented hair.
“You’ll see,” I said. Then leaned forward and nibbled her neck.
I found the clasp to her bra and released it, letting it drop it to the floor. As I pressed my hardening cock against her, I unbuttoned and pushed her pants down.
“Not even a hint?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise,” I said, repeating the phrase she’d used earlier today.
“I hate surprises,” she mumbled, but she shuddered as I slowly kissed my way down her shoulders to the small of her back.
I reached up, pressing her chest against the wall and pulling her hips toward my mouth to give me better access. I slowly licked between her cheeks, to her asshole, and past it to her wet pussy.
She jumped, pressing her ass into my face. She pressed harder against my mouth as I pushed the tip of my tongue into her, penetrating her ass. I moved my hand to her entrance and inserted a finger after a few up and down strokes, and I moved two fingers inside her. Her ass was slick with saliva as I nudged a finger against the tightness.
