Page 312 of Vicious Temptation

Looking back, I catch Matteo staring at me, shaking his head, and I grin before continuing after her.

“What?” Remi asks.

“Nothing.”

She leads me between the rows of parked cars, and my attention drops to the sway of her hips beneath her racing suit. She’s already unzipped it halfway, revealing the fitted black tank underneath. Every step makes it harder to remember that I promised a seven-year-old ice cream.

The moment we reach the truck, Remi turns and backs me against the driver’s door.

“You’re moving too slowly, Braga.”

I wince. “Ouch. Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

“You can earn the upgrade after you fuck me in your stock truck.”

“Don’t hate on the truck.”

Remi laughs, fists the front of my shirt, and pulls me down, brushing the watermelon candy against my lips before kissing me. The taste of sugar lingers on her tongue as I grip her waist and turn us, gently pinning her against the driver’s side door.

Her trophy falls to the ground beside our feet.

“Careful,” I murmur. “You worked hard for that.”

“I already have the prize I wanted.”

My hands go still, and my smile turns wistful before I can stop it. Her teasing expression fades.

“What is it?” she asks.

I shake my head and kiss her again.

It feels like another lifetime since I stood on a rooftop, watching everything between us break apart, believing I had destroyed the only thing in my life that had ever meant a damn.

Now she’s here with our family, only a few hundred feet away, and we have an entire future ahead of us, with no lies or a voice in my ear telling me who I’m supposed to be anymore. I finally get to be the man I choose to be, and I choose her.

“Hey,” I whisper, meeting her eyes. “I love you.”

“I know.”

I squint at her, and she laughs.

“I love you too.”

“That’s better.”

Sliding a hand over her ass, I scoop her up, then open the door and climb inside with my girl wrapped around me. The door barely shuts before she grabs my shirt and slams her mouth against mine.

“I see I’m not the only one who’s a little needy.”

“You complaining?” she asks as she drags my shirt up over my head.

“Not even a little.”

My seat is already pushed as far back as it’ll go, but with my height, there isn’t a fucking car on earth built for what she’s apparently decided we’re about to do.

“Good. Then shut up and put that monster dick inside my body.”

“You don’t need to ask me twice.”