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CHAPTER 37

Connor

What a loaded question. I briefly trace the patterns on the blue gingham tablecloth. Until last week, I didn’t think I’d drive again—and now, the future.

“Senna.” I brush kisses to her scar. “I don’t know what the next year or years hold, but since I lost you at eighteen, I’ve tried everything to move on.” I hold her hand against my heart. “This beats because you’re in the world. I would rather die alone than have a future without you. At the wedding, it was like I’d found the only person who completed me. The only person who’d ever complete me. It was a journey to get here. But I’m here now. I don’t make sense without you, and I never want to let you go. If you said we needed to move to the jungle in Congo and open a soy latte coffee shop, I’d do it. If you told me we would have twenty kids, even though I don’t want any, I’d do it. You’re it for me. You’re everything.”

She ducks her head, and my stomach eats itself from inside out.

I’ve fucked up. I needed to build up to that. And it’s like I’ve forgotten the added complications of her brother and that she’s my boss and her relationship with me could mess up her career. And yet, there was no chance I could hold it in.

When she looks back up, she’s rolling her lips together. They’re wet from where she’s swiped them with her tongue.

“Take me home,” she demands. “Take me to your home and prove that everything you said isn’t just words. Take me to bed, Connor.”

I swallow so loudly I swear the waitress furrows her brow. “Yes, boss.”

“I’ll meet you at the car.” Her voice trembles as she hands me her car keys. I love that she’s as terrified by this as I am. She knocks back her drink and stands. “I need a second.”

I rush to the car, hoping she’s not pacing in the bathroom and regretting her decision. Maybe she’s calling Jacs to chat through her panic or, worse, getting her brother’s consent to fuck his best friend. It’s like I’m riding rapids as I consider the options. This could ruin everything, but I don’t feel guilty. I’m horny from all the truth bombs and the way she shared her fears.

Suddenly, she’s in the headlights of the car. In her tiny shorts and T-shirt, she’s all my dreams come true. And then she puts the phone on speaker. I poke my tongue against the inside of my mouth as I lower the windows. I hum to the last bars of “The Man” by Taylor Swift.

My sexy boss and best friend is scared and needs her confidence song. She gives a bum wiggle that has my cock fighting for freedom from my jeans before striding to the passenger window.

“Get in the car, Coults,” I growl. “I need to bury my tongue in your pussy.”

A blush runs from her face down her body and under her T-shirt as she opens her door and slides in. The leather cracks as she sits beside me. She’s barely got her seatbelt on as I pull away from the curb with squealing tyres. She doesn’t tell me to keep the car safe. Instead, she removes her T-shirt, which leaves her in a bralette with her nipples pressing through the lace. Her blush travels all the way down her chest.

The drive is a blur. As we get to the end of the long driveway that leads to my holiday home, there’s more tension in the car than before a race. I knew what adrenaline was, but that was before I considered making the woman I adore orgasm. I lean over and unclick her seatbelt. It gives me ideas of tying her to my bed. My head is Senna porn, and she’s not even seen me naked.

“Get in the house, beautiful,” I growl.

She tips her head as she winks at me. “We’re not having sex on the bonnet of my car?”

I fixate on the bonnet and gulp. I can imagine her on her back as I take her roughly.

“Maybe tomorrow,” I reply with a throat so dry I’m rivalling the Sahara.

“It’s a deal.”

I can’t check if she’s serious because she’s out of the car, looking for the key I keep under the plant pot. She runs through the house, kicking off her trainers.

“Don’t remove any more clothes,” I shout as I storm in. She freezes outside the bedroom. “I’m ripping them off you.”

This should be two people finally making love, but my body demands something else. Her eyes bulge from her head as I yank my belt from my waistband. She sucks on her lower lip as I drag my T-shirt up from the back and pull it over and off. Her eyes pin to my chest. I flex my abs, showing off my muscles and tattoos. Senna is in teeny shorts and a baby-blue bralette. Her tan from hanging at my house makes her skin glow, but the rosy hue of her nipples blooms from beneath the lace.

I cock my finger. “Come here, Coults.”

Her hands fist at her hips. “I thought I was the boss.”

I flick open the top button of my jeans. “I’m the boss in this house.”

She shivers but doesn’t move.

“I can stop if you want.” But I would die. My thumb rests on the next button. “Or you can come here so I can fuck you—a fuck like you’ve never had before.”

“Those are big words.”

“Not for me. Now come closer so I can feel your hand on my cock.”

Her stare flicks to my dick, which is still hidden by my jeans.

As she walks towards me, I stride closer, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder. Her gasp is so satisfying that I judder in my jeans.

Within five short steps, we’re in my bedroom. I throw her on my bed and stare down at her. Her gaze tracks from my eyes to the remaining buttons on my jeans and back up again.

“Hurry,” she says, undoing the buttons on her shorts. I still her hand with mine.

“There’s no rush,” I grunt, even though my dick tells me I should listen to her. “We’ve got until the morning, and I’m built to last all night.”

“You’re so cocky.”

“I’m with the woman I’ve spent years dreaming about. I’m allowed to be the cockiest guy in the world.” I flick the buttons on her shorts before yanking them down, pulling her knickers with them.

“You’re soaking.” I run a finger across her pussy and slide it in my mouth. I’ve never seen her eyes wider as I suck on my digit. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy you.”

“Dane!” She bares her teeth like a wolf, but she can’t be hungrier than I am. Teasing her is even more fun than driving her car. I undo the rest of the buttons on my jeans and push them down and off.

“Take your bralette off,” I order, and she starts to pull it up. “Slowly. I’ve fantasised about your tits for years.”

Her chest rises and falls quickly with shaky breaths. “But what if you don’t like?—”

“That’s not an option. Your body is all I’ve ever wanted. From these legs…” I crawl onto the bed, lift one ankle, and brush her calves with my mouth. As much as my language is dominant, I am gentle. I want to build her fire until we’re burning this place down. My lips travel higher, kissing her inner thighs, which makes her squirm until I place a palm against her belly to keep her still. “…to these thighs.” I cross to her other calf and repeat my moves. I bypass the wet spot between her legs, which causes a grunt of frustration so loud I cock my eyebrow. “Patience, Senna.”

My lips brush her belly, and then I reach her breasts. “They’re even better than my fantasies, and that is not fucking possible because they were glorious every time I fisted my cock to my filthiest thoughts of you.” She lifts her hands in submission as I lick and suck on her nipples. Her occasional hiss causes me to lift my head and wink at her. She glares at me with furrowed brows. “That’s right, baby, channel those years of hate.”

“I didn’t hate you as much as I do right now,” she replies, and I laugh against her, my lips vibrating her skin. “When do I get to feel you inside me?”

“I’ve got a promise to keep first.”

Her brow furrows so damn hard I imagine fucking a migraine out of her head.

I press a kiss to her lips and revel in the way she grinds against my rock-hard dick. “You’re huge,” she stutters as she opens her thighs wide.

“I’d best get you needier so you’re really ready for me.”

“I can’t get needier.”

I flip us around so my head is on the pillow and she’s straddling my chest. Her pussy soaks the hair on my stomach. I grip her hands. There’s no chance I’d last if she touched me. “You can, baby. Grab the headboard and straddle my face. I promised you a ride, and it’s time you collected.”

“But—”

“I said grab the headboard.” I wrap my hands around her butt and drag her onto my face.