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She ran her hand along my erection. “Did she touch you like this?”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. I wanted to be touched—by Tilley—but not like this. I caught her gaze and held it. “No onetouches me like you do.”

The heat and emotion in her eyes took my breath away. “The things you did to me...did you do them with her?” Her breath came hard and fast. “I can’t stop thinking about it. All the time. I’ve never,” she licked her lips and dropped her gaze to mine, then back up to my eyes, “felt like that. So out of my mind. Every day I touch myself trying to remember, every morning I wake up wrapped around my pillow because in my dreams your mouth is on me again. I killed my vibrator and had to buy a new one. None of it is ever enough because none of it isyou.You broke me, Hunter.”

I released her wrist and slid my hand into her hair, grabbing lightly. “You broke me too. My hand is pathetic compared to you. I bought one of those sleeves hoping it would help. It was pointless. It wasn’tyou.” I swallowed. “I’ll never be the same.”

I bent and kissed her throat, grazing my teeth along her skin and nibbling. She sighed, pressed her body against mine. “Yes.”

I made my way back to her lips, holding her captive, making her mine. This kiss was also slow and soft, but also deep and possessive.

Tilley broke the kiss, pushing me onto the bed. “Take your pants off.” Her eyes flashed and her cheeks flushed. The hellcat was back. That wild woman who’d invaded my apartment six months ago? The gorgeous, focused, aggressive, sexy, possessed woman Tilley suddenly became on our last night together, she was back in all her glory and my dick physically hurt from wanting her.

So I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans.

“You’ve made me insane with wanting more,” she muttered, watching me with wide, hungry eyes.

“Do you know how hard it's been to give you space? I almost hopped a hundred flights. I wanted to track you down and force you to talk to me.” I pushed my jeans down and fisted my cock. “How many times I dreamed of shutting you up by shoving my dick in your mouth?” That came out much dirtier than I intended but it was true. I had several fantasies about how she’d sucked me into oblivion, and somehow every one of those melded into my fantasies about stopping her from telling me this wouldn’t work.

She froze. Her eyes dropped to my fist. “I love my job. I’m really fucking good at it.”

I gave my poor, aching dick a yank because if I didn’t the pain of not doing anything would probably kill me. It wasn’t much relief, but it was something. Then I released it and focused on Tilley. “I know you are.” If Tilley was swearing with enthusiasm it meant she was really worked up.

She began to pace. “No. I’mreally fucking good.I sit on that pit wall and two of the best drivers in all of racing listen to me and do whatever I say. And I make them win.” She paced back toward me, finding my eyes again. “Adam, you know Adam, he sits right beside me and never once questions me. He believes in me. There’s nowell you were an intern five seconds agoorlet’s run this by the boss firstbecause Iam the boss. The head of iON Industries—iON Industries!—listens to me. He asks me questions. We haveconversationsabout statistics.” She made an exploding motion around her wild red curls. “He’s an actual genius!”

“You’re a genius.”

Her eyes bugged. “I’m actually not. I’m just really good with numbers. And I love them. And that makes me very good at what I do.” She stopped in front of me and became very still. “I never thought anyone would take me seriously or give me the power to see my ideas through. And yet...here I am. It’s happening. I’m working with really smart people and every one of them look at me like I’m powerful and know what I’m doing. I can’t give that up.”

And this was why we weren’t fucking. Everything made sense now. Tilley wasn’t going to give herself over to this incredible overwhelming pleasure if we were just going to go our separate ways again.

It was not lost on me that I was sitting naked on the bed and she was standing over me fully clothed.I’ll take a visual representation of our issues for 100, Alex.“I’m not asking you to choose, Tilley. It’s not an either-or situation. This isn’t black and white...or zeroes and ones.”

“Ha. A binary joke.” She smiled softly. Shyly again. But still with her damn clothes on. “This is why I fell for you. You’re a sexy athlete who can make science jokes. You speak all my languages.”

Sex. Math. Sports. (And bad comedies.)

“And you speak mine. You’re a wild haired hellcat who speaks sports. You are my goddess.” And I really wished we could stop the talking already.

She blushed. “But how does this work?”

“I have a plan, Tilley. I spent a lot of time alone thinking through all the possibilities. Trust me.” This was another difference between us. While she was using all her immense brain power to block me out and pretend we never happened, I was using my much smaller brain power to figure out how we could be successful when we got through this little rough patch.

She searched my gaze and must have found what she needed—hopefully my open and honest sincerity—because then her eyes dropped back down to my still-raging erection, and smiled.

She stepped up to me, the hellcat firmly back in control, and knelt. “Lay back.”

I fell against the mattress, arms wide, cock at full salute, and my skin itching for that mind numbing pleasure we had before. It was still incredible to me thathertouch was different than anyone else’s. Logically that didn’t seem like it should be a thing, and yet, once again, as her fingers grazed the skin of my thighs, massaging up, around, between, I was struck with the reality that I’d never been touched like this.

As she applied pressure, cupped, circled, my mind went completely, blissfully blank. Her hair was everywhere. It tickled. It also gave me visions of gathering it all up in my hands and watching as she worked.

She kissed and sucked, licked and hummed. It was torture. A glorious torture. And when she took me into her mouth with all that wet heat, I almost came. It had been six long, excruciating months since someone touched me, pleasured me, gave themselves to me.

I wanted to last all night long, but knew that was impossible. I also knew this was just the beginning. Tilley wouldn’t run again. Tomorrow we’d wake up and she’d be here. We’d have morning-after sex and more the next day and the next. I didn’t need to savor this like it was my last time because it was the exact opposite. Just the first.

So as her soft lips moved along my shaft, her tongue soft and caressing, I let myself be overwhelmed, to feel the complete freedom of giving my orgasm to someone I loved.

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