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CHAPTER 39

Connor

I open my eyes and reach for Senna. Hazy memories from the middle of the night, spooning as I slowly thrust into her, my fingertips against her clit and nipples, seem more like dreams than reality. Her gasps and requests for more are whispers that refuse to leave me.

She’s not beside me. I jump out of bed, nearly face-planting on the floor. Maybe I was too demanding or pushed her too far with the spanking. It was our first time together, and I was possessed. All my fantasies came true in an instant, and I forgot to hold back.

I rush into the open-plan kitchen dining area and freeze. She’s winding her hair around her finger in a way she should save for when speaking to me. She sits on a bar stool at the kitchen counter. Her legs hang down beneath my hoodie, which barely covers her thighs. I remember the softness of her legs against my face, how I traced every muscle and made them flex with my facial hair.

She hangs up the phone. Did she do that because she didn’t want me to hear?

I turn to go, and she calls out my name. “Connor?” Her voice wavers.

My shoulders hunch. I don’t want to apologise for what was the best night of my life and what I hoped was the best night of hers.

Her footsteps tap against the floor as she comes closer, but I can’t move. I opened my heart last night.

She breathes kisses against my shoulders. I grit my teeth.

“Connor, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

I turn. She wears the same fear. Instincts control my moves, and I pull her close and wrap my arms around her.

“I’m sorry, Senna. When I woke and saw you’d gone and then found you on the phone…oh my God, I’m such a twat. I’ve never been jealous of anyone before, but with you, everything is different. I’m so sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s all me.”

I rock her, but she pushes me away. I wait for the Senna torrent of abuse I know so well, but instead, she stares at me and says, “I’m the same. When you were with Tawny at the bar, I thought you wanted her. When you asked about her joining the team, I nearly said no because I couldn’t cope being around the two of you as you flirted and?—”

My lips crash against hers, and she pushes me back. “Connor—wait. Are we in a relationship? How do I know what last night was for you? How do I know it wasn’t a blip?”

I press my lips to her scarred hand, brushing against the silver mark. I’m not used to the vulnerability that fills my words. “Because nothing about how I feel for you is a blip. We shouldn’t have fucked last night—” Senna steps back, but I grab her, pressing kisses to her wrists where her pulse is out of control. “We shouldn’t have fucked without talking. You’re my best mate’s sister and my boss. I should have checked if you were sure, discussed the consequences, or established if this was a one-off or a long-term thing for you.”

“What is it for you?”

I wrap her arms around my neck, and my hands slide under the hoodie to her bum. “I’m all in, Senna. I want to shout how much you’re it for me from the rooftops, but I don’t want people at work to treat you with less respect, which, in our industry, they will.”

“And I don’t want my brother to hate you. I know about your pact,” she says, referring to the pact Niki and I made as teenagers, which said I couldn’t date her.

“The pact is the thing of teenagers, and I don’t care about it. How about we don’t call it…” I trail off. I want to be with her, but her job is her life.

“A relationship? We don’t have to label it, but just date, exclusively and privately. We don’t even know if we can do the relationship thing. I’ve never been in one.”

“Me neither.” It’s for the best, but I wish it weren’t.

“And so Niki doesn’t have to know until we know what we’re doing. He’d kill you if he knew what we did last night.”

“And what we’re going to do again now. I will have you gripping the headboard like it’s the wood stopping Kate Winslet from dying in Titanic .”

She smirks and my earlier anxiety fades under the glow of her smile. “And when it breaks, knowing you, you’ll find a way to wear it like a badge of honour.”

“The whole town would know. I’d have to tell them the filthy words you shouted when it cracked.” She rolls her eyes, and even that makes me puff out my chest. “Now get in the bedroom, Sen.”

“Now? But I’m not sure what decision we came to about us.”

I squeeze her butt, and my erection nudges at her knickers. “We decided we need to fuck again and that we’re exclusively, secretly dating.” Saying that gives me heartburn. I want to tell everyone Senna is my girlfriend and that my heart is only for her, but I can’t let her risk everything she’s achieved and her relationship with her family for me. This is the right thing for her. “If that’s okay with you?”

I want her to tell me it‘s not okay and that she’s willing to risk everything, although I wouldn’t let her. She nods and says, “I hate it, too. When I spoke to Jacs, she knew I was happy about something.”

My shoulders ease slightly. She wasn’t speaking to another guy.

“She heard your grin down the phone, eh?”

“She asked me who I was fucking and if he had a sibling.”

My eyebrows quirk. “And you said?”

“I said I didn’t know what she was talking about. I was enjoying the break.”

“Did she believe you?”

She avoids eye contact briefly. “Of course she didn’t. I spent all night fucking the man of my dreams. I’m not that good a liar.”

My stomach thuds. Right now, she’s the one significant thing in my life. I could lose everything, yet I want her screaming my name and telling me again I’m the man of her dreams. It’s enough for now.

I back her against the wall. She’s so willing and needy for me. Her freshly bitten lips cry for me to soothe them. She reaches into the hoodie pocket and pulls out a condom.

I raise my eyebrows, and she smiles shyly. “I was hoping we’d do it here when you got up.”

“Then let me make your fantasies real.” I lift the hoodie up and off her, and she trembles against me. This is enough for now. “Put the condom on me.”

Her eyes are wide as she obeys. She rips open the foil with her teeth and strokes down my length as she slides on the condom. I push her soaking knickers to one side. Damn, she’s ready for me. Her eyes flutter closed as I lift her leg and tuck it against my hip.

“I’m the man of your dreams, eh?” I murmur as I slide my dick inside her. “You’re all my dreams and fantasies come true.”

I pin her hands her above her head, and her brows furrow. “Please keep your eyes open. I want to see all the colours as you come.”

I lace my fingers with hers as I slowly push inside her. Her smile falters as arousal takes over.

“Connor,” she moans as I brush kisses to her neck.

“I know, baby,” I reply.

“I’m yours. All yours.”

“And I’m yours,” I reply as my hands travel down her arms until I cup her face. She wraps her legs around me, but not to control the movement. She wants every part of her as close to me as possible. I want it, too.

She makes a cute whimper as I lick the seam of her lips. Our tongues tangle as I continue to press into her, our bodies speeding up as her need overwhelms us. Her arms are still high in surrender.

My lips brush her nipples, and she tightens around my cock.

I could spend my life like this and still want more.

“Yours,” she whispers again as she comes.

Somehow, Senna has dragged me out of the house. I’d go wherever she leads, but I’d rather we stayed in my bed as I make her moan or where I can listen to the cute snores she denies she makes.

“Why can’t I drive today?” I don’t care how petulant I sound.

“You don’t enjoy driving,” she teases. She’s swapped my hoodie for a summer dress. She’s bra-free, and as she grips the gear stick and takes the car into fifth gear, I glance at her lap. She promised me sex on the bonnet at some point. Maybe that’s what we’re doing today.

My dick grows in agreement.

“I enjoy driving your car.”

I marvel at her control as she takes the corner at speed. I haven’t watched her drive in years, and it’s so damn arousing. Her legs are wide, and her hands occasionally rest on the gear stick. It’s like she’s caressing the head of my cock as she squeezes it absentmindedly before turning the wheel on another corner.

“Although I’m enjoying how you drive it, too,” I add, my mouth dry as I watch the leather slide through her hands.

“Down, boy,” she sasses. “We’re heading to the village.”

“For lunch, hopefully. I need sustenance for what I have planned for you.”

She giggles. I do want her beneath me again, but I’d also be happy to hold her and talk more about what she did in those years we weren’t close. Between snoozes and orgasms, she’s shared stories about university and about joining the comms team, but there’s so much more I want to hear.

“A late lunch because it’s already three in the afternoon. Someone wouldn’t let us leave the house.”

“Damn right. I’m still annoyed you put clothes on, although you look fucking delicious in them. Are you wearing knickers?”

My stare rakes over her body, and her skin flushes pink.

“None of your business. After our ridiculously late lunch, we’ve got an appointment. The appointment is for me, but I need you and lots of sweets to get through it.”

I stare at her as she parks outside a pub.

“What kind of appointment involves sweets?”

Her smirking face tells me she’s not sharing her secret. “I also brought cuddly Coults. I found him under your bed. That’s no way to respect a toy your boss gives you.”

She pulls out the cuddly toy cat that was left for me at the Barcelona hotel, which I’ve carried everywhere since.

“I hoped he was from you.” I grab it off her and smell her orange blossom perfume lingering on his fur. “It’s not my fault he was under the bed. Fluffers hates him.”

She nods her head. “That I can believe.”

As I clutch the toy tighter, I fix her with my stare. “What appointment includes sweets and soft toys?”

She shrugs and gets out of the car, snatching the toy back.

I laugh, but in truth, I would walk through fire with her if she asked.

I’m totally screwed.