Page 159 of Dream Chaser

He pushed inside, exhaling as I took all of him. “Fuck, this is…” He dropped his forehead to my shoulder, palming my ass. I moved up, then down, feeling every hot, pulsing inch.

His wet mouth glided over my neck. “Fuck me. Just like that. I want to feel you clamp around my cock. Want to come inside you.”

He sucked on my skin as I moved my hips in circles, impossibly full of him and somehow wanting more. He found my clit with his thumb. Water rippled as he stroked me, building the pleasure.

Then he cupped the back of my neck, pulling my face to his. He thrust upward, his breath coming out in a sharp exhale. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you. Tell me what you need.”

“All of you.” I moaned when he touched me faster, timing each caress with his thrusts.

“You’ve got me.” Ale fisted my hair, tipping my head back. His lips seared my skin as he explored every inch of my throat with his mouth. Then its wet heat enveloped my nipple, sucking as I rocked on top of him. More of this, and I wouldn’t last. The way he kissed me—greedy, unrestrained—told me he knew.

“Come on my cock, amor,” he rasped. “Don’t hold back. We have all night.”

I gasped at the pressure building low in my stomach. Clutched his shoulders like I’d die if I let go.

“Just like that.” He stroked me, waist to hip, his mouth moving between my breasts. “You’re doing so well.”

His thrusts turned faster. His hand returned to my clit, and a single brush of his thumb was enough.

“Ale.” I gasped, pleasure bursting through my core. He glanced up from my chest, satisfaction shining through his irises as he kept moving, prolonging my orgasm. I wanted to tip him over the edge too. Wanted him to unravel. I squeezed him, trapping his bottom lip between my teeth. “Let go,” I said. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled, breath shaky. His fingertips dug into my ass as his hips snapped forward—he buried himself in me to the hilt, his body trembled, and the sexiest moan I’d ever heard tore out of his throat.

I felt his heat as he spilled himself inside me. Held him as I waited for my pulse to slow.

Ale cradled me to his chest, sliding his palm over my back. I wanted to stay in the moment with him.

Be with him. Not just tonight, but lots of nights. Every one of them.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Alejandro

March

Jerez de la Frontera

The first race weekend brought Asher a victory that felt even more significant because of where it happened: the track near his grandmother’s town. When I first watched him turn training laps here years ago, I’d recognized the talent.

I’d wanted him to sign with me. To give my agency a chance. What I couldn’t have possibly known was that our work relationship would blossom into friendship.

“Here you are.” Nova smiled, resting her hand on my bicep. “Is he done?”

I glanced over at where Asher was swarmed by his fans. He signed caps and T-shirts with a smile, but I knew he was exhausted after the grueling race.

“Almost,” I said. “Do you need him?”

“I’ve got enough content for at least a few days,” Nova said. Then a frown took over her pretty face.

“What’s wrong, amor?”

“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you, but…Ignacio’s here. I saw him outside the press center.”

I exhaled, rubbing my forehead. “Fuck.”

That he was here wasn’t surprising—his job required his presence. But I was sick of him trying to steal my clients. Sick of swallowing the words he deserved to hear. I’d never been one to stall, but I oscillated between confronting him and ignoring him like I’d done since I’d set up my agency.

Once upon a time, I’d believed calling him out would be a waste of time. I’d also believed he wouldn’t stoop so low as to go behind my back to my clients.