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My snort interrupts him. “I should have known this was a motorsport thing.”
LMAOOO
I’m a dumbass with dreams.
“But I’ve got to get laid. At the least, I need to fix that problem tonight.”
And that tuxedo…No man should look that good in a penguin suit, but I know a lot of people—myself included—would rather see him and his broad shoulders out of it.
She’s wearing a dress that sweeps the floor and is held up by straps so thin I could rip them off with the slightest tug.
good lord 😍😍
I examine the rippling blue silk, following it down to the soft curve of her hips,
envisioning what it would be like to bunch it up to her waist like I did the last time we—
“Can you…repeat that?” I request, amazed that the words are coherent.
God, this man is impossible. I don’t like being told who I am and what I’m capable of, but he’s right.
The spark in his eyes and the confidence he has in my abilities—even though he can’t know for sure that I’m capable of what he’s asking for—are making it difficult to say no.
That tone makes my knees go weak and my resolve all but hit the ground.
Instantly, he makes it disappear like a bad magic trick.
I’ve heard it, though. And so has my dick, apparently, because it’s twitching behind my zipper, just like it did when I first saw her tonight.
leaves just enough to the imagination to be legal. It’s black and slinky and ties around her neck in a pretty little bow that’s been begging all night to be tugged open.
How could I say anything when I was already envisioning what it would look like on my floor?
LORDDDDDDD
she’s off-limits. Always has been. And the only boundaries I push are in a race car.
I might even be happy to play a real one.
Willow is looking at me right now makes me feel seven feet tall.
and the only thing holding me back from doing anything ill-advised will be myself. And I’ve never been known for my self-control.
Maybe a few orgasms you didn’t give yourself will make you a little less snippy.”
Why be ashamed of something I can’t change about myself?
“I don’t think you’re that innocent.”
“What did I tell you about trying to get me naked, Willow?”
Treasure that isn’t hidden all that well in the tight material.
He does as he’s asked, but the sight of his back does nothing to calm my hormones. The guy is just…ripped. Head to toe. I can’t even begin to count all his abs. And I feel like a creep for ogling him like this.
Maybe there isn’t any harm in a secret hookup, because who in their right mind could resist a man that fine?
Don’t you dare tell her that I do
He bought two hundred macarons because you said you liked them.
The contact sends sparks arcing between us, stealing my breath away.
It makes me want to slink closer, makes me want to push the limits.
Between the dry spell that’s lasted what feels like a fucking lifetime and Willow’s big brown eyes all over me, saying things her lips refuse to, I’m pretty sure my dick is going to verbally scream for help at any second.
Austin: my hand wrapped around my dick and Willow on my mind.
She’s usually girl-next-door cute, but with that much skin on display and the heated haze in her eyes…Fuck, she was nothing short of a fantasy.
Yet I’ve always kept my distance. Arm’s length. Eyes averted. Convincing myself that she’s an extension of Oakley when she’s been her own person all along. And it’s taken me until this very week to realize that.
The universe has got to be playing a joke.
As I fall in beside her, she lifts her chin indignantly, daring me to tease her. Which I absolutely will.
Racing has given me the gift of near-superhuman reflexes,
It’s better than anything I could have ever dreamed of.
He’s the one who pushed me against the wall and shoved my dress up and let me feel parts of him I never thought I would.
Some days I wish I hadn’t run. I wish I had stayed with my back against the wall and my legs wrapped around Dev’s waist.
lingering attraction we can’t act on.
But holy shit, that move has set something ablaze inside me.
“You really have been obsessed with me forever.”
I’m about to scold him, but then Dev says, “Good thing it’s mutual.” Somehow, that’s worse than anything else he could have finished with.
Fuck, it’s a miracle all I did was toss her on the bed and blurt something about how her obsession wasn’t one-sided, because all I wanted was to haul her in and kiss her until she was begging for more.
“ ‘Chlamydia or not, I’d still ride him like those waves.’ ”
She shrugs, grinning back at him. The twinkle in her dark eyes has my uniform shorts feeling tighter. “I know a lot of words.” I bet she does. And fuck if fantasies of her legs wrapped around my waist and her lips at my ear while she whispers them don’t assault me right there in front of everyone.
But if I had to choose between hurting her and never racing again, I’d walk away from F1 in a heartbeat.
Willow’s coy smile from this morning. My not-so-innocent girl.
How can I let her go like Mark insists when she looks like an angel and has such a brilliant mind?
