Page 34 of Midnight Racers

“We need to stop,” Flynn muttered, his lips finding mine again.

My arms snaked around his neck to pull him closer because right now he was the air I needed to survive. His tongue stroked mine, and I delved deeper into this madness that I had no control over.

My pelvis ground against his and I felt his hardening cock rub that place that craved friction. I never lost control like this, but in his arms, I fell apart. My back hit the counter when he laid me down, his hips grinding into mine. Flynn pushed my T-shirt up and I remembered too late that I hadn’t bothered with a bra earlier since I didn’t plan on seeing anyone.

He stared down at me with a heated gaze which bored into me and left goosebumps in its wake.

“What the fuck am I doing?” he muttered, but his right index finger traced the side of my left breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple. “I don’t seem to be able to stop.”

I didn’t want him to stop, all I wanted was the slide of our skin as we touched and caressed, the sensation of his mouth and hands as they explored me.

“Flynn,” I begged, my hips tilting up in desperate need.

His eyes never left mine as his head lowered until his lips clamped around my nipple, his tongue flicking against the nub. His other hand found my right breast to continue his torment.

My fingers trailed through his thick, dark hair, and I tried to remember why we shouldn’t be doing this. Nothing came to mind since he was playing my body like an instrument of desire and seduction.

He alternated between sucking and flicking, and I swear his mouth was designed for pleasure alone. My breasts felt tender and sensitised after his kisses, my stomach tight with desire. Flynn was the culmination of every erotic dream I had ever had, and every fantasy lover I had read about in books and touched myself to.

His lips returned to mine and I wrapped myself around him, our pelvises tight and bodies aligned. A tool clattered to the floor and startled us. Flynn’s eyes met mine, and in that moment, our reverie shattered and we came to what remained of our senses.

“Shit,” he murmured.

Shit indeed. Flynn was my boss, the one man in this world I wasn’t supposed to kiss.

“I—” My fingers touched my swollen lips.

Flynn stepped back, dragging his hands through his hair, his eyes darting to the side. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Charlotte.”

I tried to pull my vest top down to cover what little modesty I had left. “Flynn, I think we can agree that both of us were involved in that kiss.”

He moved back until he stood against his car. “I don’t know what came over me to attack you like that. I swear that I don’t normally go around kissing my co-workers.”

My lips twitched. “I would well believe it since I’ve seen your other co-workers.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Declan probably would have punched me.”

“He does seem to have a bit of a temper,” I agreed.

Flynn sighed and slumped against the side of the car. “Look, Charlotte, I think we’ve established that we both like each other, but I’ve worked my ass off to make my racing dreams come true.”

I stared at him for several seconds as my heart slowly broke. He was telling the truth but it still hurt. Both of us had roles to play, and there was a reason I had created my cardinal rules a few years ago. There was no point in being annoyed at someone for having the same standards as me.

I covered my face with my hands so I didn’t see Flynn while I was talking. “I swore when I first started a career in this sport that I would never allow myself to get involved in a relationship,” I said. “My team is the most important part of my life.”

His hands covered mine to remove them from my face. “If we met under any other situation, then I wouldn’t think twice about following through on what we started.” Those green eyes that haunted my dreams stared fearlessly into my eyes. “Believe me this is hurting me as much as it is you right now.”

I leaned into his hands. “Why did you have to be my boss?”

His chin propped on top of my head. “Because my luck is non-existent and my life is a shitty mess.”

“Doesn’t say much about my life either,” I muttered. “What are we supposed to do now?”

His chest expanded in front of me as he sucked in a deep breath. “I wish to fuck I knew, because right now I’m fighting every instinct to throw caution to the wind and peel your clothes off.”

“That doesn’t help,” I pointed out.

“Neither does my erection right now.”

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