Connor is chatting with Jimmy outside my office. Just knowing he's in my vicinity makes me wet my lips. We returned from our Christmas holidays in the Maldives a few days ago, and the craving to have him by my side won’t leave me.

 

And I still have the love bite on the inside of my right thigh from the morning I woke up to the words, “I need to taste you, baby. Ride my face.”

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I squeeze my cat stress toy. Its belly bulges as I tighten my fist. There’s no way we can have sex in here when Jimmy is right outside the door.

 

I glance behind me at my office bathroom. I’ve refused to use it all year, preferring to use the same bathroom as my team unless I’m getting changed.

 

I couldn’t. I shouldn’t.

 

“Connor, I need you in my office right now,” I shout.

 

He says something to Jimmy and then enters my office. He leans against my doorway, the sleeves of his hoodie pushed up, his grey joggers hanging off his hips, and his backwards cap covering some of the softest hair in the northern hemisphere.

 

Fuck. He’s perfect.

 

“You shouted, baby. What can I do for you?” He smirks and gives me a double brow lift.

 

“I was wondering—"

 

“How easy it would be to fuck on your desk?”

 

“No, I was wondering—"

 

“If I’m wearing boxers under my grey sweats?”

 

I shake my head and sigh, but my quirking lips give me away. “Will you be quiet for one second?”

 

“Yes, boss. But only if you put your hand up to quieten me…while I rail you on your sofa.” At my giggle, he beams. “And you must promise to show me your tan lines, Coults.”

 

I walk towards him, the carpet soft under my feet and fix him with my stare. “As I recall, you saw them this morning. You kissed them before you bent me over the bed.”

 

“But they might have faded. I need access to your perfect legs at all times of the day to check.”

 

“I don’t have them on my legs, as you know. I wore a bikini all week.”

 

He licks his lips as he stares at my chest. “Good point. I’m going to need access to other places then.” His smile is devilish and irresistible, not that I ever want to resist him.

 

I hold my hand up, and he steps closer, kicking my office door closed with his foot.

 

“You’re so fucking smooth,” I whisper as he lifts my arms and wraps them around his neck.

 

He leans in and replies, “Just you wait, Coults. I’ve got moves you’ve not even imagined.”

 

His lips crash into mine. His tongue slides against the seam of my lips as he walks me back until I’m wedged between him and my desk.

 

“Sit on it so I can check if the love bite has gone,” he growls, yanking my blouse from my waistband.

 

“Wouldn’t you prefer to take this into my private bathroom? It’s time we christened it. There’s a mirror in there.”

 

He undoes my buttons, his fingers grazing my skin. “This is why you lead this team. You have the best ideas.”

 

At a knock at my door, Connor buries his head into the crook of my neck.

 

“Sorry, Con. Work comes first. Come in,” I shout, redressing quickly.

 

Niki strides in. He freezes when he sees me redressing.

 

“You’re kidding me? Is nowhere safe from you two?” Niki grumbles. “I’ve just come from the garage. I wanted to tinker on your old banger, but Connor’s butt prints were on the bonnet.”

 

Connor blushes and sits in my chair once I’ve sorted my outfit.

 

“How do you know they were Connor’s?” I ask.

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“Because he left a post-it next to them saying, ‘Connor was here’. Your boyfriend is a dickhead.”

I chuckle. “I can’t argue with that.”

 

“Me neither,” Connor replies, putting his feet on my desk until I point at the floor. He drops them immediately. “But I’m not just her boyfriend. I’m your best friend.”

 

“When you leave butt prints on the car and do things in my sister’s office that I really don’t want to think about, you’re her boyfriend,” Niki says with a roll of his eyes.

 

I return to my chair. “Grab a seat, Niki. It unnerves me when you stand there in your fancy chinos and shirt.”

 

Niki’s face drops. He’s softened since the debacle at the end of last season, but he won’t ever sit in my office, and I don’t know why. It’s not the only thing that’s different since he returned. He’s changed, and I want to understand why.

 

“I’ll just stand if that’s okay?” He shoves his hands in his pocket and fiddles with something. I reckon it’s the friendship bracelet Connor caught him with in his room in Abu Dhabi. Curiosity itches my skin, but I must believe he’ll share eventually. If not, Connor and I have agreed to torture him come the start of the season—two and a half months to go.

I nod, and his shoulders lose some of their tension.

 

“How was your New Year?” I ask. “Mum said you popped in on Christmas Day, but they didn’t hear from you after.”

Niki walks to the window. “It was fine.”

 

The lack of eye contact is a giveaway. I suspect he didn’t leave his home. I join him at the window, and Connor stands on the other side. We talk a lot about helping Niki, but neither of us knows what to do.

 

I stare out the window. The early morning frost has cleared, but the sky has an ominous, heavy look. There was talk of heavy snow on the radio this morning. I should check for weather warnings. The few who have returned after the break should go home if it’s unsafe to stay.

 

I sense Connor staring at me. I catch his eye in the window's reflection. He mouths the words "big plan," reminding me of our discussion about Niki while we were away.

 

“Niki, I have a proposition.”

 

He side-eyes me. “Go on.”

 

“I’d like you to be a reserve driver for the new season. I know some teams have their reserve drivers with them at practices, but not all. I want you to do the simulator work and then come to qualifying and the races, not practice sessions. I want to keep Connor and Tawny as my drivers. They support each other well and…” I take a deep breath. How do I say this?

 

“And you’re not sure if I’m ready after the crash?”

 

I say nothing.

 

“I agree that they should remain the drivers. They were exceptional by the end of last season.”

 

Connor shoulder barges him. “Shucks, man.”

 

Niki rolls his eyes. “But I’m not scared to drive.”

 

“Then what are you scared of? Because you’re scared about something. You won’t hug and haven’t mentioned the new season or what you want to do.”

 

“Senna, chill.” Niki looks at me with a vulnerability that makes me want to hug him. But I can’t watch him reject me. “I’ve just got stuff going on. I will tell you one day.”

 

“Did something happen in Greece?” Connor asks.

 

Niki fiddles with the thing in his pocket again.

 

“Are you fiddling with a charm bracelet you got in Greece?” I ask.

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He freezes as if caught out and yanks his hands from his pockets, folding his arms instead. “I hate it when you two tag team me.”

 

“We got him, baby. We’ll get it out of him,” Connor says.

 

Niki chuckles, and dimples appear on his cheeks. “Fuckers. I preferred it when you two weren’t speaking.”

 

I smile. “I love it when you laugh.”

 

He shrugs but his smile lingers. “Back to your request. I’m keen. I miss racing, and doing something for this team. So if there’s a chance I can be involved and so be a reserve driver, I have conditions.”

 

“You and your conditions,” Connor grumbles.

 

“Go on,” I reply.

 

“I need an assistant. Ideally, someone with a background in mental health.” I open my mouth, but he barrels on. “I’ll need a nutritionist, a trainer, and probably some other support, so I’d want my assistant to coordinate that, too.”

 

“I’ve got a couple of people in mind who might be suitable. Some of the team in the admin department,” I say.

 

“I’ll need to interview people. It has to be the right fit. I don’t just want to look internally.”

 

I eyeball him. “Why would they need a background in mental health?”

 

“Because,” he replies as he walks away from the window. I let him go.

 

This is a teeny breakthrough, and I’m holding onto it as tightly as Connor held onto his winner’s trophy the day I told him it was going in the cupboard outside my office. He sneaks it out every chance he gets and squeezes it to his chest when he doesn’t think I’m watching.

 

Connor gasps. “It’s snowing!”

 

If anyone can erase tension, it’s my beautiful boyfriend.

 

“I fucking love you, man.” Niki laughs as Connor bounces up and down.

 

“I love you, too,” Connor replies, placing his palms on the glass. “Do you want to stay and see if it settles?”

 

“Nah, I’m going to think of more conditions for this reserve driver role and work on a job description for the assistant. Thank you for believing in me and being patient,” Niki adds before he slips out of my office.

 

As soon as he’s gone, Connor turns me so I’m against the glass. It’s cold against my back even as his wall of heat covers me. He pins my hands above my head and brushes my neck with his lips.

 

“I need to tell Jimmy and the rest of the staff to get off,” I murmur.

 

“I think you two are getting off enough for everyone,” Jacs says from my doorway.

 

I pull away from Connor, but he yanks me back so that I’m standing in front of him. “I don’t want Jacs to see how hard I am,” he whispers louder than he realises.

 

“I’ve seen it all before, Con. Nice butt prints in the car bonnet, by the way. Could you stay out of my sanctuary, though? I don’t come and fuck in Senna’s office.”

 

“You don’t fuck anywhere,” Niki says as he returns. Why is he back already?

 

“True. But neither do you. When are you going to tell us who you met in Greece?”

 

Niki glares. “I didn’t meet anyone.”

 

“Liar,” Jacs replies.

 

“Can’t a guy get some peace? I want to woo my woman while the snow falls,” Connor grumbles.

 

“You’re calling it wooing? Your dick is hard, Connor,” Jacs replies shamelessly.

 

“Can we not?” Niki grunts, covering his eyes. “I returned to tell you we’re in for a snowstorm. I’m heading home to work.”

 

“Same.” Jacs shows me her phone. A red weather warning catches my eye. “I don’t think there’s many of us in the building.”

 

“Shall I ask Jimmy to send an alert telling people to go home?” Niki checks.

 

“Yeah, and then he can go.”

 

“So no one is going to stay for a snowball fight?” Connor glances out of the window as the snowflakes thicken.

 

“I’ll stay, baby.” I kiss him on the lips.

 

“That’s my girl.”

 

“Right, we’ll leave you be. Catch you later.” Niki nods as he leaves.

 

“Don’t eat all the Kinder Bueno’s from the vending machine. You know they’re my favourites,” Jacs says with a pointed finger before rushing out.

 

“Are we really staying?” Connor asks as I lead him to a chair and sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

 

I tell him everything I want to do on our first snow day as a couple and remind him of the day Niki and I ganged up on him and put ice down his shirt when he was thirteen.

 

“That was so mean. But I got you back. Layla giggled so loud when we made you salty cookies,” Connor replies referring to the time he and his sister nearly poisoned me.

 

I roll my eyes and smile.

 

Jimmy, my assistant, waves goodbye from the door, and I wave back. “Work from home tomorrow, Jimmy.”

 

“Okay. I’ll call you later, Senna.”

 

When everyone’s gone, I flip the lock of my office door. “I’ve always wanted to be snowed in with you.”

 

Connor cocks a brow. “We’re not going?”

 

“We have all we need here – snacks, drinks.” I walk to my office cupboard and take out vodka. “A sofa that pulls out to a sofa bed.” I place the blanket I hide underneath the sofa on top of it. “What more do you want?”

 

“I fucking love you, Coults,” he says, grabbing me by the hips. “And I intend to show you.”

 

He drags me down to the sofa. My fingers dance gently across the stubble lining his jaw, a remnant from not shaving after our holiday. But there’s nothing gentle about the way his mouth opens to me. I pull his bottom lip between my teeth before meeting his tongue with mine. Heat fuses with need, and his hands fist in my hair, pulling the elastic of my ponytail free.

 

His tongue massages mine as he pulls me to straddle him. We’re a mess of limbs and lips.

 

I grind against his already thick dick.

 

“That’s right, baby, I’m all yours. Use me to get yourself off,” he growls against my lips.

 

I shake my head, and his brow furrows. I slide my hand under the waistband of his joggers. “No boxers,” I say as I stroke this cock. It jerks in my hand as I thumb pre-cum and smooth it down his length.

 

He lets out a feral groan. I’ll never get enough of him.

 

I stand and slide off my skirt until it hits the ground. He watches me, stroking his cock through his joggers. I lick my lips as I undo each button on my blouse. I shirk it off, and it joins my skirt on the floor.

 

He removes his hoodie and the tee that highlights his muscles. I bite my lower lip when he reveals his tattoo covered skin. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever known.

 

“Show me where I marked you,” he demands.

 

“I thought I was the boss in this office.”

 

He holds a palm to his heart. “You’re the boss of my heart, of all of me wherever we are.” Some of the sweetness is lost because he keeps yanking at his jogger-covered cock. I’m jealous. I want to be stroking his erection, licking it until his cock hits the back of my throat. “But I still get to make demands because you want me to. Isn’t that right, baby?”

 

“What if I want to be the boss? What if I said that you don’t get to touch your dick unless I agree?”

 

“You gonna fight me for it, Coults? Or are you going to let me sink my cock inside you and watch as you come on it?”

 

“Please.” He waits until I’ve asked properly. This adorable man can go from sweet to feral with just a few words. “Please fuck me. Do what you said. Own Me.”

 

“Only if you own me, too.” He stands and walks me towards my desk. His eyes burn bright enough to scorch me. I’m already panting with need.

 

His body trembles as I bend over my desk and turn my head to stare at him. He shoves his joggers down and off. Slowly he strokes his cock as he takes in all of me.

 

“So fucking beautiful,” he grunts.

 

He kisses my neck, removing my bra before his lips brush down the length of my spine.

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As he reaches my knickers, he slides them down my legs and wraps them around his dick, giving it a few pumps before discarding them on top of his sweats.

 

I squeal when he spanks me.

 

“I know it wasn’t too hard for you, baby, so don’t even try to pretend,” he grunts.

 

“I was surprised,” I pant.

 

He spanks me again, a satisfied smile on his face. “I like that I can still surprise you. It means you’ll never get bored of me.”

 

“No chance of that. How can you get bored of everything you’ve ever wanted, especially when it’s even better than you imagined?”

 

“Fuck, you know how to hit my heart when I’m trying to be badass. Now grab the desk because I’m going to fuck you so hard. When I’m done, we’ll head into the bathroom, and I’ll wash you before slamming you into the shower wall. I still need to enjoy those tan lines, remember? Are you ready for me, Coults?”

 

“Yes, Connor.”

 

“Good girl.”

 

Anticipation burns my stomach as he grips my hips. He rubs his cock against my clit.

 

“Soaking already.”

 

I wriggle, desperate for more of his touch. I need to get off. His laugh is deep, and I tighten my limbs as he lines himself up against my pussy.

 

“Fuck me, Connor.”

 

“Yes, boss,” he teases, his timbre so deep that I whimper.

 

He lifts one of my legs so it’s balanced on the edge of the desk and then pushes his cock inside me. I grip the desk as his fingers pinch my flesh. My body shakes as he pulls out before slamming back inside me.

 

I cry out, and that earns me a pleasing spank that I’ll feel for hours.

 

“More, Connor. Fuck me harder.”

 

I rise on my toes, trying to get the angle where I can feel him deepest.

 

“Always trying to take control, aren’t you, boss?”

 

“I don’t know what you mean,” I pant. But of course I do.

 

“Rub that clit for me, baby. I could do this all day, but I want to watch you come with my dick buried inside you as the snow falls.”

 

How can he make something sound so romantic and hot all at once?

 

Because he’s perfect.

 

Pressure winds itself around my stomach as my arousal climbs. I manage to get one hand at an angle where I can run my fingertips around my clit.

 

I lean up so my back is flush against his chest, his muscles pressing against me. He licks and sucks at my neck. He’s going to give me another love bite. I need it. I’m his, and I want everyone to know, as if they didn’t already.

 

He continues to thrust inside me, hitting just where I need him to. At this angle, he can reach my tits, and he doesn’t hesitate to twist and tease my nipple as I continue to play with my clit.

 

I’m dizzy from the pressure building in my head. But I don’t stop, I can’t.

 

“Come on my cock, boss. Prove to me that you’re mine. No one else makes you feel like I do.”

 

“No one,” I gasp. Sweat beads my forehead as he sucks at my neck.

 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You could have anyone, and you chose me,” he grunts before his teeth scrape my ears.

 

He thrusts into me so hard that light explodes behind my eyes.

 

“Connor,” I scream as the pressure roars. My climax explodes. My body shudders with him deep inside me, forcing his orgasm. He shakes violently against me. I turn my head, and he kisses me hard on the mouth as he still fills me.

 

I cling to the desk as we kiss before collapsing against it.

 

He gently holds me, leading me back to the sofa, where he wraps us in the blanket as we watch the thick snowflakes fall.

 

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “You were perfect.”

 

My pulse slows as I cuddle him. “So were you. I never want to be without you.”

 

“Good because you’ve got me for life.” He brushes a kiss to my forehead as snow fills the sky.

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