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“Open your mouth, angel.”

She obeys. My eyes skim her long throat, the flush of her breasts, and curves that have left me hard for weeks.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“But—”

I shake my head. “Don’t you dare disagree. If you sawwhat I see, you wouldn’t argue. Knowing you’re needy for my cock makes you even more beautiful.”

Her eyelashes flutter, and she swallows. I track the movement of her throat. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Hold your hand up if you need me to stop. I won’t be too rough, but I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you outside the bar in Greece.”

She holds her hand up already. “Be a little rough, Niki. Please.”

My dick hurts from how hard it is at those words from her perfect lips. “Yes, baby.”

I push my dick into her mouth and groan so fucking loudly. I should be scared that she’s touching me intimately, but I’m not. Her hot, wet mouth is glorious. I was so scared of getting ill I didn’t realise how much I’ve missed this. I’m overwhelmed with desperation, and it’s not because it’s any woman. It’s because it’s her.

My fingers slide into her soft brown hair, and I grip it gently. “I want your hands on me, Rosie.”

She grips my arse, and I sink deeper. I’m big, and I’m careful, but her eyes widen, and her nails dig into my butt as I ease back and push deeper into the wet heat covering my dick. I stare at my chain against her skin, her breasts lifting and dropping as she sucks me. My senses are fired, and all the smells, views, and touches seek to overwhelm my anxiety.

But having her submit to my care and pleasure helps more than I believed possible.

I fist her hair gently, needing a moment to steady myself. It’s been so long since I’ve had this, but then I catch her wide eyes glittering as she takes me, and I slide deeper.

“Breathe through your nose,” I say. I don’t know her experience, but I want her to be safe.

She pulls me against her so I hit the back of her throat, her moans vibrating my cock.

“Careful,” I murmur, but she swallows as if to silence me.

I stare down at her. “I’ve imagined this moment, but this is a thousand times better. Please say you want this as much as I do,” I beg between strangled gasps.

She nods, and tension leaves my chest with a breath.

CHAPTER 42

Rosie

Iwhimper as he strokes my hair. My racing driver boss, my friend, with his perfectly sculpted body, has his cock in my mouth, and he’s still caring for me.

“Touch yourself,” he hisses, and I slide my fingers into my knickers. “That’s right. Rub your wet clit as you suck my cock.”

He strokes my hair as his cock brushes the back of my throat. I’ve not given many blowjobs, but having his dick in my mouth, knowing that gifting him control hasn’t lost me anything— I’ve never felt more powerful.

“Slide those fingers in. Ride them. I want to hear you moan as I fuck your pretty lips.”

I’m soaking for him, desperate to have him come in my mouth. He keeps me steady, and I wrap a hand around his erection as I lick and suck him harder.

“Fuck. I want to make the most of this, but you’re already getting me close.”

I grin around his dick. I’ve watched old videos of him racing, although they don’t compare to when I sat beside him at the aerodrome. When he’s in a car, he owns a racetrack, andnow he’s owning me. I revel in how his abs tense and release as I lick his thickness.

I slide my lips down before taking him deep again. He makes a ponytail out of my hair.

“More,” Niki growls.

“I’ve fantasised about this for months,” he rasps. He sucks in air like he’s struggling. My chest lifts with pride. I’ve made this man come undone.