Page 60 of The Front Runner
“No.” He comes to stand beside me and drops his hand to the small of my back like he always does. I clench at the feel. It drove me to distraction before, and now it just straight up makes me crazy.
“Did I mention that this is a good look for you?” He chuckles and snaps the elastic waistband against my skin before leaning back to get a good look. The scraps of my ruined panties have apparently ridden up so they butt up against his hand. With a low growl, he tucks them back down and gives my ass a squeeze.
Perv.
I smile anyway. Revelling in his admiration.
“The only reason I brought you here tonight was so you could watch Patrick take a tumble off his glass throne.”
A small laugh bubbles up out of me as we take the stairs down with a sense of urgency I can’t explain. “How thoughtful of you to include me in your scheme.”
“I’ve told you before...I’m not the villain you think I am.”
“Or maybe you’re exactly who I think you are, and I like it.”
His eyes sparkle, and his grin turns wolfish as we hit the bottom landing and push out into the cool night air. “Maybe.”
With our fingers intertwined, we search the pull-through for our town car. Something I can say I’ve honestly never done. Yellow taxi? Uber? For sure. Personal driver? It’s kind of weird.
Especially when we find him and get in the car. Things between us were so tense before that the guy is shooting me skeptical looks through his rear-view mirror, like he’s worried about me—or my sanity.
I guess I can’t blame him. We left the event early, and now I’m wedged up against Stefan in the middle seat rather than leaned against the opposite door staring out the window while he played Mario Kart. Yeah, I saw that. And he’s fucking terrible. He obviously needed the practice, so I just left him to it so I could disappear inside my head for a bit.
We speed through the dark city, lights a blur outside the window. Twists and turns and bridges pass us by, but all I can feel are Stefan’s fingers combing through my hair. His firm thigh pressed tight and warm against mine. The side of my breast against his suit jacket and the sticky remnants of our torrid hookup in that hallway between my legs.
The drive back to Ruby Creek is far too long for what I’m feeling right now. I thought it would cool the heat simmering in my veins. I thought I might come to my senses and change my mind about hooking up with my best friend’s enemy, but the closer to home we get, the less in control I feel.
I drape my hand over his knee, fingers twirling nervously. If I could wish away all the fabric between us, I would. I want his skin on mine. His shoulders over me. His hands gripping my hips. I’ve never been so physically worked up over a person in my life.
Without even thinking of it, my hand glides up his inner thigh. My body knows exactly where it wants to go—where I want to be. The tips of my fingers trace the inner seam of his slacks. I can feel the hem of his boxer-briefs beneath the expensive fabric, and I can totally understand how he felt the need to rip my panties the way he did.
How have I gone so long without realizing we weren’t just business associates?It’s so on brand for me, immersed in books and work, and taking care of everyone that I missed something just for myself.
No more. I deserve fun in my life too.
“Mira.” Stefan’s hushed voice is gravelly as his lips move against my hair. “If you don’t watch that hand, I’m going to pull you onto my lap and fuck you right here in this car.”
My lips part, and I suck in a harsh breath. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him swear before, and I didn’t expect it to make me instantly wet when he did. I peek down and am met with the impressive outline of his cock pressing against the front of his pants.
I’m definitely not going to be bored when Stefan Dalca finally fucks me.
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Stefan
Mira is drivingme absolutely insane trailing her fingers up my leg.
The fields hurtling past the window of the town car are dark, and if we didn’t have company, I’m pretty sure my inner caveman would come out to play and I’d take her on the spot. But I promised her I wouldn’t fuck her unless she begged, and that’s a promise I intend to keep.
“My place or yours?” I murmur against her hair. I can’t stop touching it, so soft and thick.
“What about Nadia?”
“She told me she’d be out for the night, so she won’t be able to hear you screaming while you ride my cock later.” Her fingers pulse at my words. I love how flustered she gets when I say things like that.
“What if she comes home? She’s my employee.”
“Okay, then. Your place.”
