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“Your cunt is exquisite,” Tristan whispered to me. “As always.”
I let out a moan, thankful that it was drowned out by the cars below.
“Final lap,” Pierce warned as the speakers below announced it for the crowds. “Can you beat Verstappen to the finish line?”
“I shall try my best.” Tristan was gripping my hips with both hands now, not bothering to hide the fact that he was fucking me from behind. Every eye was on the race though, allowing our naughty act to remain hidden in plain sight.
“Leclerc is gaining!” Andrew hissed. “He’s going to try to pass him in the next turn.”
Tristan was breathing heavily as the two racers made the last turn and shot forward into the straightaway. The cheers of the spectators rose to a crescendo, and so did mine and Tristan’s moans. His fingertips dug into my skin and just as the two cars crossed the finish line and the checkered flag was waved, he spasmed inside of me.
“Leclerc beat Verstappen by a meter!” Andrew shouted. “Ferrari took the win!”
“At present, I cannot bring myself to care,” Tristan said, resting his face against my shoulder. “I do believe that was the best Formula One race I have ever witnessed.”
“It’s my favorite for sure,” Andrew agreed, leaning in to kiss me.
Pierce pulled my head around to the other side to kiss me next. His eyes were lidded from the sex, but still vibrant with energy. “Let’s go eat. I’m starving.”
31
Pierce
I loved having Melinda as mine.
I was walking through a medieval museum in Paris that was hosting tonight’s fashion show, with Melinda clinging to my arm. It had been almost two months since we had started sleeping together, and even longer since she signed the contract. I was as attracted to her now as I was when we first met. Maybe even more so, considering how she looked in the red evening gown with the plunging neckline.
Originally, this was supposed to be a temporary situation. Sign a contract, knock her up, and then we would both go our separate ways.
But now I was rethinking that. And it went beyond the insatiable lust I had for her. When Melinda smiled at me, I felt something twist in my chest, behind my sternum. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her throughout the day. When we were apart, no matter how brief, I felt like I was missing something. I had never experienced this kind of emotion in the past.
Was I really developing feelings for this woman?
She grinned up at me. “What are you thinking about so hard?”
“Just how beautiful you are. Those rubies are stunning around your neck.”
“You’ve given me so much jewelry lately, it’s easy to match them to outfits.” Still holding onto my arm, she elbowed me in the ribs. “You look dashing in that tuxedo. We should go find a private balcony and get really dirty.”
“Naughty girl,” I replied. “There are too many paparazzi here. Someone would catch us.”
“That danger is what makes it fun. Just like Monaco.”
It was tempting. Melinda had a way of making me want to throw caution aside and give in to my most basic desires. But I knew it was a bad idea. The press had already snapped photos of us at the Grand Prix—at the beginning of the race, while we were still acting innocent—and now the internet was full of rumors about the beautiful blonde woman who was always at Pierce Benning’s side. There would be even more attention here at the fashion show.
That didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it, though.
“Two minutes until the show begins,” Andrew told us. He paused to adjust my bow tie a few millimeters. He turned to Melinda. “You’re in the front row, so be careful when you cross and uncross your legs.”
“I guess being Pierce Benning’s date has some drawbacks,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll do my best.”
“We will be in the side room, watching on the television screens,” Tristan added. Like Andrew, he was wearing a tuxedo to the event, despite being part of the entourage rather than an invited guest. “I shall endeavor to interrogate MacKenzie Scott’s personal assistant about her mystery event in Hong Kong later this year.”
“You’re welcome to relax and enjoy yourself,” I reminded him. “You don’t always need to be thinking about business.”
“Thinking about business is enjoyable to me,” he replied with an offended tone.
“Have fun in there.” Andrew lightly touched Melinda on the arm. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
