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“They’d never believe how you fall apart,” he whispered, breath ragged. “But I know. I’m the only one who ever will.”

I looped my arms around his neck behind me,holding him, panicked that he might leave me high and dry. If someone else walked in, he might stop.

It made no sense. The last thing I wanted was for people to know.

But I couldn’t stop.

Not until my thighs trembled against the chair and my orgasm hit me — violently, silently. He pressed his hand firmly against my mouth as the hot waves of his touch obliterated my senses, leaving me with the edge of my vision darkening. “Sh,” he soothed into my ear.“Stay quiet for me.”

I nodded against his palm, tears in my eyes.

He pulled out of me slowly before pressing his fingers to my lips. “Taste what a mess your step-brother makes of you.”

It was wrong, but his eyes on mine, the cocky smile, the way he absolutely had me, made me suck on his fingers harder.

His lips parted, and his breath caught before I let him go.

“Boyfriend.”

He nodded. “Both can be true.”

He licked his thumbs and brushed at my mascara stains under my eye with a smile.

“Wait,” I said, my mind only fully conscious now. “You got here before the press.”

He nodded, still wiping at a particularly stubborn stain.

“But they get here just after the race ends, so you… Did you crash again?”

He nodded in that infuriatingly calm and nonchalant way.

“What?” I cried and stood, pushing him off me. “You—”

“You need to be quiet,”he said again, holding me close. “Or we’ll have more than just a photo in that magazine.”

“You crashed!”I hissed.

“Yes, but it was only because Davidson knockedLuca and meoff on a corner. We’re all fine. I got checked out before your sister sent me here.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank fuck.”

He kissed my forehead and buttoned my trousers back up.“You were going to be my first stop anyway, but when Everly said you needed me, I got here faster.”

“You’re cute,” I told him before standing and kissing him.

“Cute, huh?” He rolled his eyes. “Give me twenty minutes in my trailer, and I’ll prove how not cute I am.”

I laughed, kissed his cheek, and rolled up the magazine.

“From now on, we have to be even more careful. So go to your trailer, and I’ll meet you there in half an hour.”

He saluted me and, with yet another kiss, he did as he was told.

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Chapter 24

Zoltán