Page 51 of Midnight Racers

Her gaze dropped for a few seconds. “I’ll get Pixie her dinner before she turns savage.”

I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she prepared Salmon for the pampered princess who was currently on my naughty list. Charlotte set her dish down and the diva circled it, considering if she was going to eat it or not. It took me less time to order our dinner to be delivered.

“Now.” Charlotte straightened and walked slowly toward me. “Pixie wants to apologise for her interruption earlier.” Her hands went to my belt, pulling me toward her. “Let me introduce you to my reading nook.”

I had no fucking idea what was happening anymore, but I let her tug me toward the conservatory off the kitchen. A patchwork-covered loveseat sat near the bottom window. Charlotte undid my belt and popped my button before pulling my zip down.

My dick didn’t object to her hand wrapping around him, twitching at her touch. My jeans hit the floor and she pushed me to sit on the loveseat, kneeling between my legs.

“She’s a really naughty pussy,” Charlotte almost purred, her huge blue eyes staring up at me. She was a bad man’s fantasy, and there was no good in me right now.

Her lips teased, her tongue running delicate trails over my heated flesh. I fell back into the loveseat when she sucked me hard and deep, her cheeks hollowed and her tongue flicking around my hard length. What didn’t fit in her mouth, she pumped with her hand in a rhythmic beat, her other hand fondling my balls. Pleasure rippled down my spine, tightening my balls, and making me even harder.

Her head bobbed up and down, and my fingers tangled in her curls. My thighs tightened as the pressure grew in my groin, my ass cheeks clenching as I tried to thrust up into her mouth. Her throat spasmed around my tip, making me groan deep in my chest. My dick twitched when she traced her thumbnail up my vein and that wildfire that heralded an orgasm raced down my spine and into my balls.

My fingers tugging her hair was her only warning, but she didn’t stop sucking and licking. My eyes closed and I lost myself to the sensation of her mouth, exploding when she deep-throated me again. I couldn’t help the small thrusts that accompanied it since it all felt too damn good.

She finished with slow and leisurely movements to elongate my pleasure. All I was able to do was watch until she finally released my dick.

“Feel better?” Charlotte asked, climbing onto my lap to straddle my hips, my hands finding their natural position on the curve of her waist.

“Hmmm. I might have forgiven your pussy.”

She rubbed the tip of her nose against the side of mine, and all I could see was the blue of her eyes with gold flecks close to the centre. “I was so close to crying out there today,” she said in a low voice, her hips moving in small circles. “When Dale hit you—” Charlotte broke off.

“We all take risks out there, baby,” I replied, unable to stop myself from kissing her full, pouty lips. “You know that.”

“This was supposed to be attachment-free fun,” Charlotte said as she rested her forehead on me. “It didn’t feel like it today.”

I’d never gotten this far into a relationship with a woman before, I had always been a fuck and run kind of guy. How the hell was I supposed to find the words to tell her that none of this felt how it was planned?

My hands slid up her back to grip her face, my lips a breath away from hers as I spoke into her mouth. “I don’t know what you want me to say. All I know is that you’re mine, Charlotte. I don’t share, and that itch is not remotely scratched.”

Her eyelashes kissed mine. “It’s not an itch anymore, it’s like a burning in my blood that only you can cure.”

My body echoed her sentiment. I had come close to ripping heads off earlier when I caught that creep having sex with her with his eyes. When I’d asked around, someone told me his name was Craig and he used to work for James Jones. He was now residing on my watch list.

“You’re mine,” I repeated, branding the words onto her lips as I kissed her.

She drove me crazy, making me want things that I promised myself were off the menu for me. I watched Mum struggle when I was younger, having to move in with my grandparents when she could no longer pay our rent while Dad lived his life of luxury.

Love was a lie disguised in sex. Words had the power to hurt and destroy.

The closest I had come to feelings were for that old car Grandpa left me. There were times I could feel his soul still attached to it. I buried part of myself in that graveyard, the last emotions linked to Mum. Other than that, I had been hollow inside.

Until Charlotte.

She found a way to crawl under my skin and leave her fingerprints all over what remained of my battered and bruised soul. The terrifying aspect of that was Charlotte had started to sew those shreds together and infused her light into them. For the first time in longer than I could remember I didn’t want to be alone. She brought peace that hadn’t been there before she walked into my life.

She tore her lips off mine. “If I’m yours, does that make you mine?” Charlotte asked.

No one had even appeared on my radar since her sexy ass crawled into my bed. “I don’t share and that means myself with other women as well as you with other men, so yes, I’m yours.”

Her lips twitched before she pursed them together. “I like the sound of that.”

“I’m not that big a prize,” I said.

“That depends on what you want in your life.” She pressed herself tighter to me. “And right now, I want you.”

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