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"Kimi, I'm two seconds away from texting that girl you like in Formula E and telling her you kissed your fifth cousin."
"But—"
"Keep talking and I'll also tell her you said I was like a sister and yet I turned you on during a live interview."
That had him shutting up, and while Marco was haggling him, I dipped my finger beneath the lace of Aurélie's panties and leaned in again.
“I won't tell you again to finish your sake, and then I’ll let you come as many times as you can handle. If you say my name just right.” Her pupils blew wide. She downed the cup in one go. I grinned. “Good girl.”
She didn’t even know what she’d just done to me. Every time she obeyed—every time she gave in—I felt a piece clicking into place. I wanted to shove the table aside, haul her into my lap, and make her come with her teeth buried in my shoulder. I wanted to hear her cry my name. I wanted everything. And I wanted itnow.
Marco stood after a bit, muttering something about “needing something stronger than sake,” and headed toward the swanky little bar at the front of the restaurant. Kimi stretched and excused himself to go to the bathroom, and followed after. For the first time since we got here, it was just me and her.
Aurélie immediately turned on me, fury flashing in those gold-green eyes that always captivated me. She leaned in close. “I hate you,” she seethed, her voice low and shaking as she shoved my hand off her thigh. “You sit here torturing me, making me fall apart in front of everyone like it’s a fucking game.”
And God, when her accent got thicker like that, I was a fucking goner.
I smirked, dragging my knuckles lazily over her knee, my cock straining against the seam of my pants. “Oh, baby,” I rasped, leaning close enough that my breath brushed her ear. Inipped her lobe, relishing when she shivered. “You can say you hate me all you want, but your pussy weeps for me.”
She blinked, her mouth parting, and for a split second her thighs shifted like she was clenching around the steel balls. Her lashes fluttered, betraying her even as she tried to glare me into the ground.
“You’ve got some audacity,” she hissed back, lips curling in anger. “After what you did. After Montreal and ghosting me when I flew halfway across the fucking world to take care of you.”
My smirk faltered. The fury in her words cut deeper than I expected, slicing through the haze of lust. I reached up and brushed a stray strand from her ponytail, tucking it gently behind her ear. “Auri, I really am so—” I started, soft, already fumbling for the apology she deserved.
But then Marco and Kimi slid back into the booth with gin and tonics in hand. Kimi gave us a cool smile and leaned back casually. “So,” he said, “where’s our PR princess tonight?”
Marco’s eyes flicked to him and narrowed.
Aurélie blinked, and just like that, the mask snapped back in place. She glanced at Kimi, acting unbothered as she flippantly said, “Work. Putting out fires, painting me as a hero. Busy being a bad bitch.”
Marco smirked, and Aurélie eyed both of the boys skeptically. It hit me right away why they were being weird about the newest member of our inner circle.
I bit back a laugh.Of course.Ivy had both of them tangled up without even trying, and I was pretty sure they’d only met her once in Barcelona.
Aurélie’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Oh my God. You two have crushes on her.”
They both launched into half-assed denials—Marco muttering about her being terrifying, Kimi grumbling somethingabout professionalism—but the pink flush creeping up Marco’s neck told me everything I needed to know.
“It’s okay, boys. I won’t tell her.” She glanced at her nails, casual as can be, before delivering the kill shot with a saccharine smile. “Sounds like she’s got your ballsles twisty-est.”
Marco choked on his gin, sputtering as liquid nearly sprayed across the table. “What the fuck, Dubois?”
Aurélie beamed, smug and victorious, while Marco turned an alarming shade of red. I hadnever, in all my years of knowing him, seen his face this color unless it was post-race. This was incredibly entertaining to watch.
And as for me… I was just grateful this sharp, savage woman was all mine even when she was taunting the world. My filthy little brat, sitting there full of steel and sin, wrecking everyone around her without even trying.
The chauffeurbarely closed the car door behind us before Aurélie was on me.
Not a single word, just breath and frantic heat and hands fisting in my shirt as she hauled herself into my lap, straddling my thighs as if she couldn’t stand another second of not being touched. Her flowers from earlier were abandoned on the seat beside us, crushed under the force of her body lunging toward mine.
I caught her easily—one arm hooked around her waist, the other sliding up her thigh like it had a fucking homing device. She was panting and shaking. Her panties were still soaked through, and her skirt bunched around her hips.
Exactly how I fucking wanted her: desperate and unraveling forme.Only me. Always.
“Callum,” she gasped, grinding down onto me like she was trying to fuse us together. “Please?—”
The partition was up. It was just us.
