Page 61 of Overdrive (Speed Demons #1)

Someone stepped into the elevator on the second-to-last floor, forcing a breath of distance between us—just enough to keep me from climbing him like a tree.

When we slid to a stop moments later onCallum’sfloor, I wondered how we’d determined we were going to his room.

He probably did it so I couldn’t kick him out again.

Cheeky bastard.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall like he already knew exactly how this night would end.

The second the door clicked shut, everything else evaporated—noise, logic, restraint.

His hands were on me in an instant, rough and insistent, pulling me against the hard planes of his body.

Heat surged through me as his mouth crashed onto mine, fierce and claiming, lighting me up so fast I forgot my own fucking name.

“Callum—” I gasped when his lips left mine, trailing fire down my neck. Whatever I meant to say melted into a moan the second he found that spot just beneath my ear.

“Shhh, love,” he murmured against my neck, his voice all velvet and vice, curling down my spine like a shiver that didn’t stop. His hands roamed over my back, deft fingers slipping beneath the hem of my tank top, seeking the warmth of my bare skin, goosebumps erupting from his touch.

My clutch hit the floor with a dull thud, forgotten as he backed me deeper into the room. The windows gleamed in the dim light, mirroring our frantic movements, how we couldn't keep our hands off each other. My ass hit the edge of the desk, items clattering at the impact.

“Desk,” I gasped—half-warning, half-plea.

He didn’t hesitate, didn’t even blink, just let out a low growl like fuck yes, and suddenly I was airborne, lifting me as if I weighed nothing and he’d been waiting to throw me down since the second I sat in his lap.

The desk was cold against my thighs—nothing like the molten heat of his body as he claimed the space between my legs like he fucking owned it. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of the dizzying kiss that made the rest of the world fall away.

His calloused palms skimmed over my skin, rough and addictive, sending sparks straight to my clit as he yanked my top and bra down in one greedy motion. My fingers fumbled with his buttons, hungry to see what I’d only fantasized about in stolen glances andTikTokthirst traps.

When his shirt hit the floor, I just stared. His body was all lean power and coiled strength—he was every dream I shouldn’t have had.

Miami had been drunken chaos—sweat, mouths, teeth. Passionate, heated moments in which I never really looked.

Now I devoured him with my eyes.

Every sculpted muscle. Everyfuckableinch of him. Every reason I knew I’d never recover from tonight. I scraped my fingernails over his abs, leaving red lines behind and marking my presence on his body.

“God, Auri,” he rasped, staring down at me like he wanted to swallow me whole. His eyes were wild. Starving. My breasts were bared to him, denim mini skirt bunched up by my hips, heels dangling from my feet.

“I need you,” I whispered, voice breaking with need. “ Now. ”

He lowered his head, his mouth hot on my flesh, each kiss a brand, each nip a claim. Every thought of rivalry, every memory of competition, was nonexistent .

Callum’shands slid down my sides, his fingertips tracing the hem of my panties. “Fucking pink.”

That filthy smirk of his burned through me.

“You remembered,” I gasped, thighs tightening instinctively, my hands falling behind me to brace myself on the desk.

“Unforgettable,” he growled.

Then he kissed me like he was going to destroy the memory of every man who ever touched me before him.

“How long have you been wet for me?” he whispered, fingers teasing the soaked outline of my panties like he already knew the answer.

Oh yeah. Filthy. Unfiltered. Possessive. Definitely a dirty talker.

Right up my alley.

My eyes fluttered open and met his pale blues with the pupils blown out, challenging him. “You really want to know?”

He nodded.

“Guess,” I breathed, already grinding down as his hand slipped beneath the lace.

His fingers found my clit, and I gasped. Not shy. Not tentative. Fucking perfect. His fingers were firm as he stroked me, his thumb pressing down just right on that little bundle of nerves that would send me over the edge quickly if he didn’t let up—a result of all that goddamn teasing downstairs.

“All night,” he growled.

My head fell back. “Longer,” I whimpered.

His other hand tangled in my hair and pulled just enough to tilt my face up to his. “How long,Aurélie?” His voice dropped, demanding and hot enough to melt the goddamn desk under me.

I gave him a mischievous grin as my hips bucked wildly beneath him, each movement a plea for more. His fingers were magic, drawing out a response from a part of me that I never knew existed, bringing me close to the edge. “Guess,” I whispered again.

He slipped a finger inside me, never breaking eye contact, and my pussy convulsed around him. “Since Miami?”

I placed one hand on his shoulder to give me leverage to grind against his hand, but he slowed his motions. “Don’t stop.” I panted. “Please, please—fuck— please. ”

Callumhummed. “I like when you beg,Dubois. But if you want more, you’ll answer the question.”

“Miami just made it worse,” I admitted through gritted teeth, sexually frustrated and chasing a fading orgasm. “It was fast, messy, too much and not enough at the same time. And then I kicked you out before I could even wrap my head around it.”

His pupils flared, his fingers tightening on my thigh. “You regret it?”

“I regret not tasting you. Not watching your face when you first slid inside me.” My nails raked down his back like I could carve the memory in this time. “I regret not making you fall apart for me the way I did for you.”

He seemed pleased, a small smirk on his face, before he said, “Still not the answer I asked for.” His fingers continued a torturous rhythm, and I wanted to scream more than his name.

“You’re gonna come so fucking hard your legs won’t work.

But not until I get what I want.” He inserted a second finger and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you for years,” I gasped, barely able to form words.

He ceased movement completely, and I cried out in desperation. “Years?”

“Yes, years. Can’t tell you how many thirst traps I have saved on my phone. How many photos I’ve screenshot. I’ve watched you since you were up and coming inF3. I’ve touched myself to your voice. To your podiums. To the way you call me love. ”

The surprise on his face completely overtook the desire. I feared I ruined the moment with the confession, and I bit my tongue to prevent any further embarrassment. His hand was still in my pussy, after all, and my entire body was aching for release.

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“Do I sound like I’m lying—ohhhfuck.” His fingers curled again, and my walls clamped around him. My body responded in all sorts of ways; tingles spreading, toes curling in my heels, breath hitching .

“Say it, and I’ll give it to you. Say you’ve wanted me, baby.” He kissed my jaw, then growled against my skin. “Say it and I’ll let you fall apart all over my fucking fingers.”

Not the “baby.”

My ovaries couldn’t handle that.

“If you want proof, I’ll show you,” I told him. “Please—don’t stop—I need it,Callum.”

He rewarded me with a filthy moan and picked up the pace, thumb circling my clit like he owned it. The pressure that had been building reached a peak, my blood simmering as I rode the edge of an orgasm, needing just a little… bit… more…

Then he latched onto my nipple and sucked— hard .

I detonated.

No warning. No chance to hold it off. My orgasm crashed through me like I’d been waiting my whole life to come on his fingers. No one had ever made me come like that. Not with just their fingers.

Not like this .

Not like him.

He slid my panties down my thighs until they slipped over my ankles and onto the carpet. I found the button of his jeans, and when I reached into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his cock, I froze.

Thick. Heavy. Hung.

My jaw dropped. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” No way my pussy was surviving this a second time.

And then I saw it.

The glint of metal . A silver barbell pierced the tip—cool to the touch, glistening withpre-cum.

“Holy shit,” I breathed. “ You’re pierced? ”

He twitched in my hand. “You didn’t notice in Miami?” he rasped, voice wrecked.

“Apparently I missed out on more than I thought,” I said, giving him a long, slow stroke. My legs were still trembling from my orgasm, and I already knew I’d be sore. This was a different level of desperation.

He reached for the drawer, yanked it open, and grabbed a foil packet like it was a fucking pit stop. Efficient. Unapologetic.

And when he tore it open with his teeth— Jesus Christ —I nearly came again. I stroked him once, and he hissed through his teeth, bracing his hand on the desk beside my hip.

I did it again—slower this time—and swiped my thumb over the piercing, teasing the bead ofpre-cum.

His whole body jerked. “Fuck, Auri,” he growled.

“You’re gonna kill me.” The piercing was cool to the touch.

I glanced up at him through my lashes to see him watching me stroke him through hooded eyes.

He caught me staring. I licked my lips. Then—slow as sin—I sucked thepre-cumoff my thumb like a shot of something expensive.

His knees fucking buckled , and he leaned into me to catch himself .

I plucked the condom from his hands and rolled it down his shaft in slow,worshippingstrokes, watching as his stomach clenched.

He clutched my waist as I did, his grip tightening when I scraped my nails gently along the underside and over the piercing.

“God, you’re hot,” I whispered. “I want you everywhere.”

“Two more seconds of this and I’ll fuck you senseless right here, love.”