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“Addie,” Emmit breathed out as I pushed back into him, needing more. “You’re fucking driving me crazy with those moans baby. I want to take that ass so bad.”

I closed my eyes as Emmit’s voice caused my stomach to drop. I met him thrust for thrust as my body craved more of what he was giving me.

With a slight pressure from Emmit’s fingers, my orgasm exploded in my body as I screamed out his name over and over again. I’d never experienced anything like what was happening to me. My entire body shook as the pulsing sensation kept on and on. It was so intense, I almost begged for Emmit to stop because I couldn’t take it anymore. Just when I thought my orgasm was stopping, Emmit did something with his finger again and I was hit with another one. My body was shaking and my legs were about to give out.

My hands became untied as I placed them on the island while Emmit dug his fingers into my hips and called out my name. I could feel his release as the warmth poured into my body and his hot breath hit my back with each time he pushed inside of me.

“Fucking hell, I’m coming so hard!” Emmit said as he pushed in hard and held himself inside of me. I knew in that moment what had happened. I could almost feel it. Closing my eyes, I prayed that we had just made a baby. The sheer magnitude of how that had brought out such pleasure needed to be carried on.

Emmit softly kissed my back as his sweat-soaked body laid against mine. “Addie, I’m so sorry I was rough.”

I let a smile play across my face as I inhaled deeply when Emmit pulled out. Turning around, I felt his cum slowly trickling down my leg and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced. As I placed my hand on the side of his face, I looked deeply into his eyes. “That was one of the most amazing moments of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and for so long. Emmit, you didn’t hurt me. You brought out another side of us that I love very much.”

The smile on Emmit’s face lit up the room. “Damn I love you,” he said as he pressed his lips to mine.

Pulling back, he reached over and grabbed a dishtowel and dropped to his knees as he cleaned me up. “There is something hot about my cum running down your leg.”

I pushed my hands through his hair as I laughed. “I thought the same thing!”

Emmit looked up at me and then to my stomach. My breathing hitched as I wondered if Emmit had felt what I felt. When he leaned in and kissed my stomach, I covered my mouth and let out a soft sob.

No matter what Stephanie did to us, or how many videos or pictures she sent, she would never take this moment away from us.

Never.

MY MIND DRIFTED OFF TO the plans I had made for dinner tonight when Waldo snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Hello? Are you listening to me, Emmit?”

I shook my head as I tried to think of what Waldo had said. The first race of the season, Daytona, was tomorrow and I was not focused at all. Standing in the garage, I let out a laugh and looked at Waldo. “What did you say?”

Waldo rolled his eyes and threw his book down as he cursed. “Fucking son-of-a-bitch. Where in the hell is your brain? You’re not focused, Emmit! Focus, son! Focus.”

I recognized the laugh from behind me and glanced over my shoulder to see Malcolm Wallace standing there with his crew chief, Dalton Price. I liked Dalton, but I hated that he went to

work for Wallace.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” I asked as I turned and faced Malcolm.

He pointed to me and looked at Waldo. “You see, this is what a woman does to you. You lose focus and the only thing you can think about is her pu—”

I held up my hand to stop him. “Don’t even say it, dude, or I’m going to punch you in the goddamn mouth.”

Malcolm threw his head back and laughed harder before placing his hands up in surrender. “It’s fine. You think all you want about that pretty little thing you have back in your bus. It only makes it easier for me to win tomorrow.”

Letting out a gruff laugh, I took a few steps closer to Malcolm as half of my team went on alert. “You think you’re going to win tomorrow?”

Malcolm’s smile faded as he shot daggers at me through his eyes. “Fuck yes, I’m going to win tomorrow.”

My smiled faded as I stared back. I could see the anger building in his eyes as I stared him down. I finally laughed and slapped Malcolm on the chest and gave him a good friendly push. “I like your optimism.” I brushed off an imaginary piece of lint from his shoulder and winked. “Too bad it’s going to be me driving across the finish line first and holding my wife in my arms as she congratulates my win with a kiss.”

Malcolm took a step back and laughed. “Jesus. You’re one guy I never thought I’d see pussy whipped. Have fun with that whole marriage thing while I make plans to fuck the two girls waiting for me back in my bus. At the same time.”

Giving Malcolm a shocked expression, I asked, “What, do you have two dicks?”

Robby Quick, one of my tire changers, walked between us. “Guys, knock it the hell off. There are fans walking around and that is the last thing they need to hear from you, Malcolm.”

Malcolm shot me one last dirty look before giving Robby a slight smile and walking off. With a slap on the back, I winked at Robby and said, “Thanks, bro.”

Robby rolled his eyes as he walked away and mumbled, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”