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Chapter eight

Kristian

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was not how I wanted the evening to play out, but I couldn’t deny the forced proximity and threat of being discovered added a new level of excitement that my attraction to Bianca most certainly did not need. She was addictive and though the sensible portion of my brain screamed at me to reconsider, I knew what my primal side was about to do.

“Javier? I’m due on an important, confidential call. I was hoping to make it back to the hotel before I, uh—” I caught Bianca’s eye. “Had to take it.”

The beautiful brunette’s cheeks grew pink as she connected the dots and realised I meant to go through with our plans for the night, regardless of location. She grinned at me with that smile that got my heart pumping and stroked a stocking–clad foot up the back of my calf. Bianca was game – not that I was surprised by that – and my nerves blended with my lust. It was intoxicating. Never had been so hungry and desperate for someone as I was for Bianca.

“Not a problem, Mr Wright,” Javier, the driver, replied. “I will keep the hatch closed. Feel free to use the intercom if you need anything in the meantime.”

Bianca and I fought to keep our eyes off one another as we waited for the barrier between us and the driver to rise. As soon as it clicked into place, she was up on her knees, cautiously clambering towards me.

“A condom?” she laughed, hooking her leg over me before sitting in my lap and kissing me. “He said anything, right?”

“I’ll concede to messing around with you, but I’m not fucking you in the back of the team car,” I muttered between kisses, hands already all over Bianca’s body.

“Yes, you are,” she replied with an easy confidence that made me laugh.

“Oh, you’re certain about that?” I cocked my brow.

“Mm–hmm.” Bianca peppered soft kisses over my cheek and down to my jaw. “I want you, and I always get what I want.”

“God, you’re such a fucking brat,” I growled, snatching her face in my hand and kissing her roughly. “What happened to being good?”

“It got old.” She paused. “Although apparently old is my thing now, so—” Bianca squealed as I jabbed my fingers into her ribs.

“Ssh, keep it down,” I chastised, my lips curving into a smile. I hastily unbuckled myself from my seat belt and shifted Bianca’s weight in my arms until I could scoot nearer to the edge of the seat. My fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress, and I tugged it down, just enough to loosen the material and free her breasts. Still attached at the mouth, I grabbed one in each hand, massaging them and tweaking her nipples. A shudder rippled down Bianca’s body and she writhed in my lap. I hadn’t touched her yet, but I already knew I’d find her flesh wet and wanting. My cock pulsed against the tight material of my suit trousers. Fuck, I wanted her so badly. My mind raced with memories of how her body felt pressed against mine, her soft moans in my ear, the taste of her pussy…

I gathered Bianca up in my arms, turning and shoving her from my lap until she was laying on her back, splayed out across the leather seats of the car.

“Keep quiet,” I instructed her, voice barely above a whisper as I pulled her underwear down. Bianca lifted her hips and brought her legs together, helping me slip them from her. I discarded them into one of the foot wells, my attention fixed between Bianca’s thighs as she spread them eagerly. Just as I had expected, she was glistening with arousal, her pussy pink and swollen. I couldn’t trust myself to speak, so instead just leant in and licked her slowly. A strangled moan escaped her, though she hastily smothered it with her hand and Bianca’s head fell backwards, legs shaking. This wasn’t going to last long, but perhaps that was a good thing given the circumstances. As I continued to lick her, Bianca rocked her hips up to me.

“That’s so fucking good,” she whispered. “Keep going, just like that.” A hoarse moan slipped from her. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

Already? I’d better make it worth it.

Being careful not to slow my pace or jostle her, I brought my fingers to her entrance, teasing her with them. Bianca’s thighs trembled ever more violently.

“Yes, yes!” she gasped, still whispering. “Push your fingers in and call me your good girl. Please! I can’t take it.”

Neither could I. Without a moment’s hesitation I slipped my ring and middle finger inside her. I’d barely managed to get them fully seated before Bianca tensed up and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Her pussy clenched around my digits, fluttering and twitching as she came.

“Mm, that’s it. You’re a good girl for coming so quickly for me,” I groaned, slowly pumping my fingers in and out as Bianca continued to writhe and shake. I wasn’t sure what it was about this situation that made me lean so heavily into the ‘good girl’ play – it had never been a kink of mine before, but I supposed I’d also never fucked a gorgeous subordinate who was so much younger than I was before either. It seemed to roll off the tongue so naturally around Bianca, and it was a real bonus knowing she was getting off on it too.

Bianca allowed me to fuck her with my fingers a moment longer before pushing me away and snapping her thighs shut. Her dark eyes locked with mine as she swept her hair out of her face.

“Get that amazing cock out.”

She wasn’t asking and I wasn’t about to be refusing. I sat back in the car seat whilst I wrestled with the flies of my trousers. I tugged them down, just enough to free my hard–on, but before I had the chance to ask what Bianca had in mind, she leant over me and sucked the head into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back against the headrest.

“Keep quiet,” Bianca replied, her tone mimicking mine from where I’d told her the exact same thing just moments before. “Does it feel good?” I watched her swirling her tongue around the tip and my cock jerked, answering for me. Bianca smiled briefly before dipping to take me deeper, head bobbing up and down.

Somehow, I wasn’t surprised that Bianca was good at giving head. She was nothing if not passionate and enthusiastic in all aspects of her life and this was no different. I gathered her hair up in my hands and gently guided her, aiding her sucking by rocking my hips up to her.

“Can you take it any deeper?” I asked her, voice rough. Bianca didn’t falter for a moment, humming around her mouthful of me in agreement as she allowed me to push her down a little further. Just as I thought I was about to lose my mind, she coughed and spluttered, snapping me back to reality.

“Careful, gorgeous. You don’t need to take it any further than you’re comfortable with. It feels fucking—” I simply groaned, voicing my appreciation.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Bianca gasped, pulling away and stroking her hand up and down my length, slick with her saliva. When she squeezed, tightening her grip, I moaned and allowed my eyes to flicker shut as I soaked up all the sensations. I could already feel the pressure of climax building on the fringes of my enjoyment and focused on how fantastic Bianca’s small, soft hands felt on my dick.

I’d been so lost in the moment I hadn’t noticed Bianca moving until her lips were ghosting over mine. I opened my mouth to her, grunting when she slipped her tongue in, teasing mine. Her hand disappeared from my cock but before I could complain, she straddled my lap.

“I know you said you weren’t going to fuck me in the back of the car,” she whispered. “But what if I fuck you? ” Bianca sat her weight down, guiding my cock inside her in one, slick thrust.

“That’s a technicality, and you know it,” I groaned, grabbing her behind with my hands and spreading her open to me. “But right now I don’t fucking care.”

“I didn’t think you would,” she laughed, slowly rolling her hips back and forth in my lap. My thighs shook with every thrust. “I can’t move too much without rocking the car, so I hope this is going to be enough.”

“It’ll be enough,” I gasped, kissing her ferociously. I brought my lips to her ear. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

Bianca didn’t reply with words. Instead, she took my ear lobe between her teeth, biting down gently. I felt my body flinch beneath her, pleasure shooting down my spine and making my cock throb.

The car’s engine rumbled to life beneath us as the driver eased forward. I reached for the grab handle with one hand, gripping Bianca by the waist with the other.

“Huh, the traffic must be moving again,” she murmured, glancing back over her shoulder. When she turned back to face me, she was sporting a wicked grin. “I guess we’d better stop and—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I all but snarled before lifting my hips, treating her to a single, rough thrust.

Bianca’s eyes rolled and she laughed breathlessly. “Oh, do that again.”

It was a full body workout, fucking Bianca is such a confined space and soon sweat was beading on my brow, but I endeavoured to fight through the discomfort if it meant seeing that expression on her face again. I thrust up into her, slowly but forcefully, ignoring the cramping and protesting in my abs. I felt fingernails digging into my neck as I was treated to soft cries and harsh breaths with every push. It was more than enough, and my brow furrowed as I began to lose my grip on my self–control.

“Fuck, Kristian,” she gasped. “You’re making me obsessed , I swear. God, that cock is so damn good!”

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

“Yes, yes! Stroke my pussy? Help me get there.”

As if I could refuse a request like that. Still steadying us with one hand on the door, I brought the other to her lips. “Open up.”

Bianca obeyed, sticking out her tongue before sucking my digits into her mouth, just as she’d done with my cock moments before. I felt my dick jerk in response, surprising even myself with how much I enjoyed having my fingers sucked. When I couldn’t take much more, and I was satisfied they were sufficiently lubricated, I pulled my hand away. Bianca leant back as much as she was able to, creating space between our bodies. I located her clit and began to stroke gentle circles over it.

“Kristian,” Bianca moaned, her hips rolling faster still.

“Does that feel good?” I asked her, fighting for breath. “Is that going to get you there?”

“K–keep fucking me!” she cried, legs trembling either side of mine.

“Fucking hell, you don’t want much do you,” I laughed, holding my breath as I attempted to thrust up into her and maintain the smooth, steady touch of my fingers on her apex. It was hard work, and I felt my smart watch buzz against my wrist, undoubtedly registering the intense cardio workout… Either that or I was having a heart attack. At this point, it was hard to tell, but I fought on and continued to pound into Bianca with slow, powerful thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Bianca moaned. “I’m going to come so fucking hard, god… ”

It was music to my ears. “Yes, come on,” I groaned. “I want to feel that tight pussy coming for me.”

When Bianca tensed up, a moan more akin to a squeak escaping her, I knew it was over. As soon as her pussy tightened up, internal muscles clenching and releasing rhythmically, I knew it was over for me too.

“I’m coming,” I spluttered.

“Yes, come in my pussy,” Bianca sighed, her voice like honey in my ear. “Fill me up.”

With a low groan, I grabbed her by her hips and forced her to sit down, taking my length as deep as it would go before I exploded inside her. My cock jerked violently as climax ripped through me and pumped out cum with more force than I’d thought possible. My vision tunnelled and I tightened my grip.

“God. Fucking. Damn,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “That was intense.”

Bianca kissed me passionately and I returned it, relishing in the heady relaxation that seeped into every inch of my being. Bianca Rossi was something special, and though my logical side berated me for it, I wanted to hold onto this.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I murmured between kisses.

“I know.”

Her blasé response took me by surprise for a moment and I laughed, enjoying the way Bianca’s lips curled into a smile against my own.

“Well, so long as we’re in agreement I guess,” I replied dryly. Bianca continued to pepper me with kisses.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She paused, easing up onto her knees until my semi–hard dick slipped out from her body. “Yep, I still like you even when your cock isn’t buried in me. We’re good.”

“You flatter me,” I teased.

We locked eyes for a moment, but before either of us could say anything more, the car began to pick up speed. We hastily parted and Bianca tugged her dress back up whilst I tucked my dick back into my trousers and zipped them up. I fished her underwear up from the floor, handing them across with a grin before clearing my throat and pressing the intercom.

“Is everything moving again, Javier?”

“Yes, Mr Wright. The authorities have finally opened a lane. It’s slow, but we’re moving,” he replied.

“Great.” I glanced at Bianca. “No rush, hm?”

I swore at that moment that the dazzling smile she cast me would forever be seared into my memory, remembered as one of the best nights of my life.

The car ride back to the hotel was an unusual one. With nothing better to do, and the sexual tension between us sated for the time being at least, Bianca and I chatted easily. It was still amazing to me that I could be so at ease around a woman I felt so strongly for. In the past, those two emotions had seemed at odds with one another.

We eventually arrived back at the hotel, exhausted and in need of a shower. We strolled past our security detail in the hallway, each muttering a greeting to the burly man as we turned the corner that led to our rooms. I fished my key card from my pocket, swiping it down the lock mechanism until it beeped, and I heard the gears grinding as the door opened. When Bianca continued walking, I faltered.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I murmured, keeping my voice low so as not to draw attention.

“To my room?” Bianca replied, raising a brow.

I grinned, stepping aside to hold the door open for her. “Oh no you don’t. Get in here.”

For the first time since I’d met her, I saw uncertainty on Bianca’s face, and she hesitated. “Why? I’m not sure I’ve got another round in me tonight.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I teased, pausing before continuing. “Seriously, come on. We both need a shower and then I’d like to fall into bed beside you… If that suits your highness, naturally.”

I was treated to another bright smile that made my chest ache, and I barely resisted a sigh of relief as Bianca scurried to join me.

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“Good girl, I knew you’d make the right choice.”

I laughed at the scathing glance that earnt me and followed Bianca into my room, ensuring the door was locked firmly behind me.

Weeks passed us by and before I’d truly realised it, we were preparing for the last race of the season which was due to take place in Budapest, Hungary. I’d run the numbers repeatedly – provided there were no absolute disasters, the McLaren team were going to win the constructor’s championship. I couldn’t have been prouder. It was a real testament to the hard work everyone had put in this year. I might have only been acting team principal, but I already felt as though I belonged, and I had high hopes for being invited to take the position full time should the last race go as I planned.

I sipped my tea, brow furrowed with concentration as I leafed through a stack of paperwork, hunting for the details regarding the flight I’d chartered for us all. My phone buzzed loudly against the wooden desk, but I ignored it. It was my work device and whatever message had come through could wait five more minutes. It rumbled again… and again… and again. I sighed and snatched the phone up, navigating to my notifications. There was an email marked as urgent from Carlos, followed by a text message urging me to read what he’d sent. A pit formed in my stomach as I quickly located the email in question.

‘You need to see this. It was published this morning.’

There was a link to an article in Sporting Chance, an up and coming sport journalism brand that focused on the successes of women in sport. A journalist called Davina Geovanni was responsible for writing compelling columns about Formula One and I had often enjoyed reading her work. My mouth grew dry as I followed the link and was brought face to face with a photograph of Bianca and me at the sponsor function in Singapore. It was framed perfectly, with a clear view of her hand grabbing my behind.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, rubbing my temple as I hastily scrolled to read the rest of the article – entitled ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun’ .

‘If boys will be boys, then it’s high time we let girls be girls – a statement rockstar and all–round racing hot shot Bianca Rossi clearly agrees with.’

‘In 2024, the world watched with bated breath as Maddie Michaels paved the way for women in Formula One. In a blaze of glory, Michaels brought home both the constructor’s championship and the driver’s championship for Ferrari that year and little girls everywhere began to draw pictures of race cars, boldly stating they were going to be just like Maddie when they grew up. With a much–needed boost of funding, we finally began to see true female talent coming through that could rival their male counterparts… and yet that’s where things stalled.’

‘Women may now be standing tall atop that lofty podium, but they are still suffering at the hand of sexism and pressure to remain silent in the face of sexual harassment and assault, just as they always have in every walk of life since the dawn of time.’

“Oh, god,” I muttered, suddenly feeling sick. Was that what I was being accused of? Had Davina somehow gotten wind of my relationship with Bianca? This would be the end of me, not just at McLaren, but in the racing circuit forever. I forced myself to keep reading.

‘Even the greats like Michaels and Rossi are not immune to the far–reaching claws of men and their audacity. Michaels has often been quoted, making thinly–veiled references to how she felt as if she were a commodity, her body for hire to the highest bidder – or sponsor – and now, over ten years later, Rossi comments on the exact same issue.’

‘How is this dirty, dark secret still being swept under the rug? It’s unacceptable and it’s time for change. Firecracker Rossi is pictured above, evening up the score for women in Formula One everywhere. She is caught touching handsome stand–in team principal, Kristian Wright, in the inappropriate manner in which she herself has been forced to silently endure.’

I puffed out my cheeks with a sigh. Okay, this wasn’t as bad as I had been expecting. There was no mention of Bianca and me being in a relationship. The journalist had captured a private, intimate moment between us but had jumped to the wrong conclusions. I could work with this.

‘Of course, it is inherently wrong for anyone to touch another without their permission, but I have to say it’s mighty refreshing for this particular stinking boot to finally be upon the other foot. Good for Rossi!’

I flinched as my phone flashed and vibrated in my hands, the screen turning blank with just three words emblazoned across it: Frank Matthews Calling…

“Ah, shit,” I muttered, swallowing before answering. “Frank. What can I do for you?”

“You can start by explaining why I have woken up this morning to a picture of Rossi with her hands all over your arse.” He was pissed, voice tight with tension.

I cleared my throat. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Are you fucking her?” Frank snapped.

I faltered, mouth opening and closing as I fought for an answer to that question. “I, uh—”

“No bullshit. The press hasn’t caught wind of the full story here, just Davina Geovanni spouting her feminist nonsense, but if there really is more to this photo than meets the eye you need to tell me,” he snarled. When I hesitated a moment longer, I heard a low growl of frustration. “For fuck’s sake, Wright. Are you fucking Bianca Rossi?”

“Y–yes, but it’s not—”

“Fucking hell…” Frank trailed off with a heavy sigh. “When I brought you in, I thought it was on the explicit understanding that we had a lot of face saving to do after Harold’s fuck ups and this is how you choose to go about it?”

I remained silent. I couldn’t argue with him, it was the same debate I’d had with myself hundreds of times. I’d known I was taking a risk when I’d chosen to entertain Bianca’s affections and now it was coming back to bite me.

“How many people know about this?” Frank muttered.

“No one, and the article isn’t suggesting there is any affection between Rossi and me – in fact, it’s hinting at the opposite. It’s a piece of feminist literature—”

“Utter hogwash.”

I cleared my throat. “Actually, it’s pretty on the nose. I was planning to speak with you about this once the season was over, but now is as good a time as any, I guess.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The article is an accurate portrayal of what these sponsorship events are like for the women in our team – especially our drivers,” I said. “Rossi had confirmed as much to me, even before this article was published.”

“Well, I mean, I suppose there is an element of some old school thinking,” Frank hedged. “But it’s harmless. It’s part of the job – sponsors attend these events to brush shoulders with the drivers and in exchange they fund our team.”

“It’s not their shoulders I’m worried about, Frank,” I replied sternly. “You cannot seriously be suggesting it’s acceptable to expect our drivers to suffer such treatment? I know this is the first time I’ve managed a female duo—”

“And a mighty fine job you’ve done, hm?” Frank interrupted sarcastically. I ignored him, gritting my teeth.

“—but I know with certainty that male drivers aren’t subjected to the same. It’s not acceptable.”

“That’s a bit rich, hm? Considering you’ve been getting your dick wet with one of these girls you claim to want to protect. Don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes, Wright,” Frank snapped.

“That’s a separate issue. I’m not defending my actions, but my relationship with Bianca is entirely consensual. I’ve made sure to check on more than one occasion,” I argued. “What I observed at the sponsor function was anything but and I won’t stand idly by and allow it to happen.”

“And when the sponsors pull their funding?” Frank asked.

“We find new ones – ones that don’t think it is acceptable to sexually assault young women in exchange for money.”

There was a tense silence, and I ran my hand through my hair.

“I’m disappointed in you, Wright. You’ve done a stellar job managing the McLaren team, especially in such strenuous circumstances, but I have to say this scandal has left a bad taste in my mouth. There’s a real question mark above your future in this sport.”

My stomach churned, but I fought to keep my cool. “Well, I’m sorry you feel that way. I’ll finish up the season in Budapest and will deliver the constructor’s championship, but then I think you and I need to have a talk about our working relationship.”

Frank simply grunted. “You keep this fling between you and Rossi under wraps, you hear me? If this gets out, I’ll make sure you never work the racing circuit again. Keep your goddamn dick in your pants and let’s finish up this season with the remainder of our reputation untarnished, hm? You are lucky Bianca Rossi is fucking Teflon.”

“No problem, Frank,” I muttered tersely. “Bianca and I are not a fling, but I will ensure things are kept quiet.”

Frank didn’t reply, just hung up and I sagged back into my desk chair. I tilted my head back, pinching the bridge of my nose. Fuck, fuck, fuck… I needed to speak to Bianca.

I jumped to my feet, nearly ripping my office door off its hinges in my haste to get down to the garages. My face must have construed my seriousness as people leapt from my path and evaded my eye contact. I stormed into the pit garage, greeted by the buzz of commotion. Everyone had their phones open, undoubtedly reading the article about me and Bianca. When one of the mechanics caught sight of me, there was a chorus of jeers and wolf whistles. I ignored them, pushing past as I hunted down Bianca. I eventually spotted her beside her car, chatting with Sophia. She did a double–take as she caught my eye, her face falling.

“I need to speak with you,” I murmured, grasping her by her elbow. “Now.”

“Yeah, of course.” She nodded.

As we headed back towards the offices, another mechanic wolf whistled. Bianca jabbed her fist into his arm with a face like thunder.

“Shut the fuck up,” she hissed.

At least she was taking this seriously. I couldn’t recall a time I’d seen Bianca looking so tense. She followed me in silence to my office, ducking beneath my arm when I held the door open for her. As soon as the door was closed, I leant back against it with a heavy sigh.

“You’ve seen the article then?” Bianca said quietly.

“I have. Frank has torn me a new arsehole over it.” I scrubbed a hand down my face.

“Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think Davina would—”

My brows rose. “You knew?”

“No! No, I didn’t know she was going to print something so inflammatory. We spoke on the night of the sponsor drinks, but I swear I didn’t say a word about us. Only about the old perverts who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.”

I nodded. “You said as much to me too.” I paused. “And I told Frank I wasn’t going to stand for it any longer.”

Bianca’s face brightened. “You did? How did he take that?”

“He threatened to fire me,” I replied.

“Oh. Oh, shit.” Bianca sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

“He also knows about us.” I held up my hand as Bianca opened her mouth. “He pressed me, and I told him the truth. I think that was probably the nail in my coffin. I’m not holding out much hope for being kept on as team principal once this season is over.”

“Well, fuck him! It’s his loss,” Bianca snapped, her ire taking me by surprise. “You’re the best team principal McLaren has ever had – and I’m not just saying that because you can eat pussy like a fucking god.”

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “Well, thanks. I appreciate that.”

“In all seriousness, if Frank is going to sack you off for trying to stand up for female drivers, then he can kiss my arse goodbye as well.” Bianca crossed her arms over her chest.

“Wait, seriously? You’d drop McLaren?”

“Of course. I’ve kept quiet about all this seedy shit for too long. I’m the fastest driver out on that track – they either shape up, or I ship out. My contract is coming up for renewal anyway and I’ve heard rumours about offers from Mercedes.”

I took a moment, allowing Bianca’s words to sink in. “Don’t do this for me. Make sure you’re loud about the reasons you’re leaving,” I said, my voice low.

“Oh, don’t worry.” She grinned. “I can be real fucking loud when I want to be.”

“Don’t I know it.” I chuckled, watching Bianca closing the distance between us. She wrapped her arms around my middle, and I automatically relaxed into her, squeezing her in an embrace. I didn’t say as much, but I knew my appreciation of her support was clear and Bianca tucked her head into my chest.

“So, what do we do now?” she murmured.

“We keep our heads down. There’s one race left. We won’t make waves, just bring in the constructor’s championship and then once the winter break begins, we can give Frank both barrels. But hey, who knows? Maybe once he’s had a chance to cool off and come to terms with all this, he’ll see sense and decide to support us.”

“Yeah, maybe.” I could tell from her tone that Bianca wasn’t convinced, and I squeezed her tighter. When she tipped her head back to look up at me, I brought my lips to hers in a soft, chaste kiss. We parted and a thoughtful expression crossed Bianca’s face.

“What?” I asked.

She smiled. “I can’t believe you told Frank about us. Are you insane?”

“No, just honest – to my detriment.”

“No shit. You could have just denied it and cut it off with me, you know,” she mumbled.

“That was an option? I need to phone Frank back…” I joked, laughing when Bianca shoved me.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do. I didn’t want to deny our relationship,” I replied. “I like what we’ve got going on. I know it’s only early days, but I’m into you and I want the opportunity to explore this.”

Bianca grinned, her cheeks flushing. “I’m into you, too.”

“Oh, I know. You don’t even try to hide it at this point.”

This time it was Bianca’s turn to laugh. “You’re such a dick,” she chuckled, tiptoeing to kiss me.

“I thought you liked that about me?”

“No, I said I liked your dick, not you being a dick.”

“Ah, so that’s where I’ve been going wrong.”

Bianca grabbed my head in her hands, dragging me down to her level. “Shut up and kiss me.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice.