Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
And it pulled the trigger on my own climax. Pinpricks of fire traveled up the backs of my legs and surged forward. I heaved my fist over my dick at a furious pace, focusing more on the head so I could maintain the speed I needed.
None of this had been planned, and I didn’t have time to ask permission as I stumbled forward, throwing my free hand up on the wall beside her head so I could lean on my extended arm. Instinct took over. It didn’t make sense to me to do it anywhere else. I wanted to share this intimacy with her and mark her as mine, even if it was temporary.
Her orgasm was beginning to subside, and when I loomed over her, she reached up to curl a hand around the back of my neck. It was so she could lock our gazes together. She wanted me focused on her as it happened.
Please. There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d think about anything other than her.
I came with a groan that was so deep, it vibrated in my chest before escaping from my throat. Wave after wave of pleasure burst out, making me paint ropes of my cum across her stomach. She didn’t drop her gaze, so I could see how her gorgeous eyes melted in response.
Emery didn’t just approve of what I’d done—she’d liked it.
My fist slowed, squeezing the last few drops from my sensitive tip, causing me to shudder a final time. I sucked in a slow breath and blinked the post-orgasm fog from my eyes. It allowed me to think clearly and realize . . . If it was going to be like this with her every time we were together?
It wouldn’t be a challenge to make it the remaining fifty-four days.
And I’d say she’d get to be my prize at the end, but the kind of sex we’d just had was deeply satisfying. Not to mention, anticipation could heighten your desire and make it even better when you finally got what you wanted. I was sure the same was true of her.
“That was so fucking hot.” My gaze skated across the curves of her magnificent body to watch the result of my orgasm drip down her legs. “And you look so good like that, Emery. Naked and covered in my cum. Do you like it?”
She didn’t answer, and my gaze flew back to hers in alarm. But there was nothing to worry about because she pulled my face down to hers, pressed her urgent lips to mine in a blistering kiss, and we stumbled together under the beads of falling water from the shower.
TWELVE
VANCE
The most exciting part of the grand prix weekend happened late in the afternoon during qualifying. One of the McLaren drivers overheated his brakes and went careening into the barrier, leaving the track littered with carbon fiber, a wheel, and most of his front wing. He’d been okay, but there was no way his team could repair the damage in time to make the starting grid on Sunday.
Janssen secured the pole position, and Leitner qualified all the way down in fourteenth.
“What a disappointing day for the defending champion,” one of the broadcasters commented over the speaker playing nearby. “Team Red Bull can’t be pleased with that result.”
I flashed a smug smile to Emery, who mirrored it right back.
Qualifying took up most of the day, and we finished it off with a late dinner. Our time together in Monte Carlo would be ending soon, and the closer we got to our flight home, the faster time seemed to move.
On our walk to the hospitality suite above the finish line where we’d watch the race, I realized I only had one morning left where I’d wake up beside her, and the thought caused me to scowl. I liked the noises she made when she stretched, and how she stole the covers from me, only to claim she was too hot when she woke.
She’d flung the covers off this morning, which was a total invitation if I ever saw one, so I’d put my hand down her sleep shorts and made her come so quickly, I wondered if I’d have time to pull a second orgasm out of her using my mouth. Instead, she’d gotten up, tugged me toward the shower, losing her clothes along the way, and asked what I’d do to her if I could.
I’d told her I’d make her get on her knees so I could fuck her mouth, and while I was describing how I imagined it, she dropped to the tile floor in front of me. The visual of it was so perfect, it’d only taken a few rough pumps of my hand before I came on her tits. After, she’d let me help wash it off.