“Shit,” I grunt.
I attempt to pull out of her mouth so I don’t drown her with my cum, but she doesn’t let up.
My phone alarm goes off.
It’s time to go, yet I can’t stop watching her swallow every last drop. I’m devastated from the sight.
Once she’s done, she stands, and I quickly tuck myself back into my pants.
“Looks like we’re out of time,” she says, running her fingers through her hair. “Is your head clear now?”
I blink through my daze.
She holds her hand out for me, and I take it, standing full height above her. In the midst of getting myself situated and zipping my race suit, I lock eyes with her. She tries to act casual, as if she didn’t get down on her knees in front of me, but the longer I look at her, the more her mouth tries to curve into a smile.
“We gotta go,” she stresses.
There’s still a slight glimmer in her eye that I can’t help but chase.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks over her shoulder on her way to the opening in the tent.
She knows exactly why I’m looking at her like that.
I follow after her, but before she leaves, I grab her from behind and press her back against my chest. My mouth hovers over her ear, “I expect you to be in my room after this race, Princess.”
Her voice is quiet. “I think that depends on how well you race, don’t you?”
I grimace, and she winks at me over her shoulder.
With pink-dotted cheeks and swollen lips, she muses behind a grin, “Good luck.”
I don’t need luck when it comes to her. My perfect firecracker engineer is the biggest motivator I’ve ever had, and if my race performance is any indication of whether or not I’ll have her in my bed later, I’m going to push every single limit on that circuit.
I’ve never had something worth it waiting for me at the end of a race, so the thought of her being off limits doesn’t cross my mind twice.
It isn’t until the light turns green and I hear her soft breaths in my ear that I try to suppress the dangerous thoughts of her naked.
Her voice switches from sultry to professional as quickly as it takes me to get up to speed, and by lap fifty, we’re like a well-oiled machine.
She’s calling the shots, and I’m abiding by them.
However, when she’s in my bed later, I’m going to make damn sure that the roles are reversed.
Chapter Thirty-One
TESSA
He did it.
He beat Beau.
He didn’t get into the top three, but neither did our rival.
Noah came in first, so Vanstone Racing won the race regardless, with Rome taking fourth. Beau came in fifth, and the end of the race was just as exhilarating as before the race–where I did something unthinkable in Rome’s tent.
I have no idea what came over me, but looking at him from across the paddock with his triumphant attitude, a gush of heat settles in my belly.
He’s mid-interview, fans surrounding him from every angle, yet his eyes meet mine.
