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“I’ll come with you,” I decide. “I want to come with you, Lance.”
“I didn’t take you for a car man, Sullivan.” I give Lance a cheeky smile as I slide into the sleek black McLaren that was tucked away in my garage for the night. “It’s nice.” I glance up at him, my hands running over the interior.
“It’s my baby.” He reaches for his seat belt, and I follow his lead.
“Your baby?” I fight my smile because he’s too damn serious.
He sits for a second, staring out of the garage door, hands resting atop the steering wheel. I wonder if he’s in his head about going to his mum’s. He’s been quiet all morning.
His eyes eventually slide over me, and with the car, the way his muscular arm grips the wheel so tight I—
“Why did you ask me if I was a clit man last night?”
My smile must light up my entire face because Lance’s lip twitches just the slightest bit. He looks away, rubbing his fingers across his mouth before looking back.
I shrug. “Just something the girls said.”
“Those girls are trouble.”
“I know.”
He licks his lips, and I know he’s desperate to reach for me. “You had a good night with them?”
I nod, sliding my hand into his lap, resting on his thigh. The man definitely likes physical contact. “Do you want to talk about why we’re going to your mum’s?”
He starts the engine, and my body comes alive with it. “Oh my god.”
“I have some documents to pick up. She told me she would only agree and sign the terms of the new contract if I came for lunch.” I watch him, the tic in his cheek, the sadness in his eyes.
“Okay.” I don’t want to push him on it. When he’s ready, he’ll tell me.
His eyes fall to me as we gently roll forward and out onto the drive. “I’ll make it quick, and then I’m going to need to get lost inside of you for as long as you’ll let me.”
I smooth my hand up his thigh, but he stops me, linking our hands.
I smile. “Can you not control yourself, Lance?”
He side-eyes me with a sinful smirk on his mouth, making my stomach flip. “Not where you’re concerned.”
“Insatiable man.”
His phone starts to ring a moment later, and I look down at where it lies in the centre console.
My brother’s name lights up the screen.
Lance’s thumb trails from the bottom of my right thumb to the top, then curves down around, smoothing over my cuticle.
He doesn’t answer the phone.
Vanessa Sullivan’s home is beautiful, and as we pull up to the gated, detached family home, I have to take a second to remember everything Lance told me about his life. Because although I knew he had money, I didn’t realise quite how much until today, and it only makes me wonder what they once lost.
“It’s incredible, Lance.”
He sighs in frustration, his body already visibly tense now we’re here. “Out here it is. Just don’t look too closely.” He’s around the car and opening my door before I can think of anything to say.
I place my hand in his as he helps me from the car, and when he tries to let go, I lace our fingers tighter together, refusing to let him disappear inside his own head.
We approach the front door, and Lance knocks.Knocks. On his mother’s front door? I swallow down all the reasons that make it so wrong.
