In this moment, she was his.
His chest pressed into her, hard and unyielding, as his fingers slid beneath the fabric of her panties, sending a shiver through her body.
He exhaled a ragged breath against her skin, filled with lust and ownership, each movement deliberate and possessive.
“I love how wet you are for me.”
They stood among the crowd, hidden in plain sight, while Jamie slid his fingers under the damp fabric, finding her pulsating clit.
Featherlight kisses trailed down her neck, making every wrong she’d endured insignificant. The slow, teasing dip in and out of his fingers whispered promises of him, things she longed to revisit.
She pulled him closer, her arm snaking around his shoulders, urging him against her as his fingers pumped.
“God, love, I’ve missed your body.” Just as she groaned in response, his lips found hers in a kiss that was violent, hard, fast, and unrestrained.
She spread her legs wider, giving him the freedom to take what he wanted, her forehead falling to his shoulder in surrender.
“I want to taste you, feel you beneath me again,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want to wake up beside you every fucking morning.”
Every nerve in her body sizzled, the heat of his touch burning through her like wildfire. She rocked into his hand, the sensation of him so close, so relentless, sending waves of desire crashing over her.
Her breath hitched, caught between desperate gasps and the fabric of his shirt, her chest heaving with the intensity of what was unfolding.
She could sense the heat of his body through her clothes, each brush of his body against hers sending electric jolts straight to her core.
This moment was more than just physical, building up to everything she denied him.
Lifting her flushed face, she met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest, overwhelmed by the depth of their connection.
Her lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile.
Jamie’s hand left her body, but the ache of his touch lingered, his fingers tracing the slit of her dress while she panted. His wet fingertips brushed over her lips, leaving a trail of sin and dark promise.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, knowing this wasn’t just about physical anymore.
They had unspoken truths to address which could be the beginning of something.
She took a moment to calm her breath, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Her pulse hammered in her chest, each beat a reminder of the whirlwind of emotions that had just crashed over her.
“I got off earlier by imagining that riding crop buried inside you,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Then, like some twisted fate, you appeared out of nowhere, my good girl, wearing this dress and your hair wild as the wind, just to fucking torture me.”
A dizzying wave of emotion crashed through her, his words pulling her deeper into the spiralling chaos. Every beat of her heart, every breath, felt like it belonged to him, draining her of everything but him.
The whip. Niall. Trixie. George. Threats. Pain. Heartbreak.
“Shannon…Shannon?” He ducked to meet her gaze, his voice sharp with concern.
Leaning into him, she tried to steady herself, but her mind raced to a place too dark to escape. Fear was her master now.
A powerful arm held her close as her knees gave way and then she was weightless, cradled in his arms.
“Jamie, your next runner is ready,” someone said. “They’re taking her to the parade ring now.”
“I want a recording of all my races and a full stat report by this evening. Update me on our positions after each race,” Jamie’s voice drifted, distant, almost indifferent. “I’m leaving.”
The loud whirl of chopper blades yanked her back into the present as Jamie carried her toward a black helicopter, handing it to a suited guy with an earpiece who opened the door.
Setting her inside the cabin, Jamie secured her harness before placing a headset over her ears and kissing her forehead.
