I nod, and he slides a hand into my jeans. I glance around the garage, but everyone’s fixated on the screen.
He brushes my clit, and I quiver.
“This is my pussy. When I get you on the plane later, I’m going to fuck you deep and hard. Do you want that?”
He places my ear defenders back against my ears as I nod. His hands slide under my shirt. His grip on my hips is hot against my skin. He rocks me gently against him. He’s already hard. I don’t care what version of Niki this is.
I want him.
I need him.
Billy and Tawny are neck and neck as they reach a corner.
His wheel taps hers, and I hold my breath, preparing for the inevitable crash, but instead, Billy’s car spins down an exit lane.
Everyone cheers as Tawny speeds away.
My mouth drops in awe. I wiggle slightly for more of Niki as I count the hours until we’re on the plane.
CHAPTER 55
Rosie
Niki passes me a glass of champagne and leads me to the back of the plane. As I shake, he grips my hand harder.
“Don’t be scared, Rosie. I’m with you.”
I can’t decipher if it’s fear or adrenaline. I’ve been like this since the race. I need him.
The door to the rest of the plane is closed, but we might be overheard. Six months ago, I was a single mum working in a carpet factory, and now I’m desperate for my older racing driver boss to make me come on a plane where everyone can hear.
He leads me to sit on one of the sofas.
He moistens his lips and returns my gaze. “You told me the other day no one had made you come before.”
“No one until you.”
“Do you have a sex bucket list?”
I shake my head. “There’s things I want to do, although I didn’t know joining the mile high club was one of them,” I say with an awkward laugh.
I grip the material of my hoodie to ease the arousal thatsoaks through my knickers and jeans. How can I be this needy when he hasn’t touched me in hours?
“Do you remember what you said to me when you were drunk?”
“I doubt it.”
He chuckles, but it’s gravelly, hungry. “You said you wanted to spend all weekend fucking.” He gives me a moment to remember and then grunts, “Strip for me.”
My heart jumps up my throat. I glance at the door leading to where the crew and pilot sit. “They might hear us.”
“I have every intention of them hearing. I want them jealous of me because I get to fuck you. You okay with that?”
I press my thighs together as I fix him with my stare. “Yes, sir.”
His grin’s saturated with need. “Good. Now strip.”
He nods at my jeans. I undo the buttons slowly as I lock his stare. He licks his lower lip, and the hint of his tongue adds to the heat that’s radiated through me since the race.
