Jesus, does his accent always sound like that?
I hesitated, my cheeks heating at the bluntness of his words. But there was a challenge in them, a dare hidden beneath his careless tone. “You haven’t seen me at my best,Callum. Not yet.”
My hips shifted against the leather seat beneath me, and his fingertips finally brushed my clit. I fought every urge to moan, but couldn’t stop my labored breathing as wetness pooled between my thighs.
I knew he could feel it when his lips twisted into a grin. “And you think I only want you at your best? I like you just the way youare—firecracker-tongued and beautiful.” He leaned in closer, so that his breath ghosted against my ear and set off a storm of goosebumps. “And I’ve only seen you on the edge, love. Just wait until I push you off it entirely.”
Oh God, his confidence was mesmerizing, but also terrifying. I took another sip of my drink, the bourbon warming my throat and my nerves.
Fuck, and he’d said it again.Love.
Okay, I was completely prepared to lose this bet as long as he dragged me to his room and fucked these feelings out of me. “You don’t scare me,Callum.”
“That’s good to know. Because if anything, I’m more afraid of you than you are of me.”
My stomach bottomed out. “Afraid of what? That I mightoutdriveyou on the track?”
His grin widened at my challenge. “Cute. But no,” he said softly, leaning in even closer so our noses almost touched. “I’m afraid that once we get another taste of each other, letting go won’t be an option for either of us. That we will become the one thing we can’t live with and can’t live without.”
I swallowed hard, and there went my pussy again, pulsing against nothing and reminding me how badly I needed him. “And what makes you think that’s something I’d want?”
“Because I know how much you love to win,Auri. And me?” He leaned in, voice sinful and dark. “I’m your final boss, baby.”
I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You really think so?”
“No question,” he said, and it wasn’t cocky—it was gospel.
I was definitely going to lose this bet, but fuck it. I wasn’t escaping this without getting laid. Not with those fuck-me-sideways eyes andpanty-meltingmegawatt grins. Seriously, how was it even legal to look like him? But paired with that ridiculously sexy accent, the heat and admiration in his eyes whenever he looked at me, and the way he made me feel inherently feminine had me feeling like tonight wouldn’t be enough for me.
Deciding to dish out some of his own medicine, I traced a finger over his lower lip. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with,” Imurmured. “Because I promise you, after a true, full night with my pussy, you’ll never be the same.” I took a sick pleasure in his flushed cheeks. He wasn’t the only one who could seduce. “Winner gets to call in a favor at a time of their choice. Deal?”
Smug confidence lit up his face. “Deal.”
“What’s your biggest fear?”
His expression flickered for a moment before settling into something guarded. “Failing. Not just on the track, but as a person. What’s something you’ve never told anyone?”
The air between us thickened, the intimacy of the question sunk into my skin, but I answered honestly. There were many things I hadn’t told anyone, but this one was the least heavy to admit. “That I’m scared I’ll never be enough. That people will always doubt me because of who I am, not what I can do.”
His gaze softened, and the hand under my skirt moved to hook under the lace hem of my panties. Sensations burst in my core, and my lungs stopped working for a second. “You’re more than enough,Aurélie.”
“What’s somethingyou’venever told anyone?”
His fingertips skimmed my clit, and I almost blacked out. I needed him like I need oxygen, and that touch…fuck,the way he touched me was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“I’ve never told anyone…” He exhaled slowly, his other hand shifting higher under my skirt. “That I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something this bad before.”
Oh.
So we were both feeling it to this extent.
And the way he said it— all gravelly and rough. Like this admission was ripping something open inside of him.
I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry. His hand flexed, the heat of his palm scorching my inner thigh. The other hand? Still teasing. Still waiting. Still holding back.
Callumtilted his head, studying me. “I’ve never told anyone…” His voice dropped to a rasp, a confession laced in sin. “But I’ve got a new favorite sound.” His fingers edged higher—slow, confident, calculated. “It’s the way you moan when you come.”
I fucking whimpered. No control. No shame. Just need. He swiped his finger across my clit, like he’d been waiting for it. My head spun, my thighs clenched, and every breath I had left dissolved into nothing.
