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Of course, I know exactly the ingredients of the secret sauce, but it would be a scandal like no other if I said anything. “Max can do amazing things when he’s in the right frame of mind. With a driver like him, performance is all in the mind. When he harnesses that combination of drive, focus, and passion, there’s no limit to how well he can perform.”
“It was an impressive day for Team Onassis. Thank you for taking the time for an interview,” the reporter says.
“Anytime.” Normally I wouldn’t say that, but today feels different.
The reporter and her camera crew pack up, and Tanya checks her clipboard. “You have a bit of free time now, and then there’s a celebratory party at the hotel. I’ll see you back there in an hour or two. You know where to get the car to the Plaza, right?”
“I do. I think I’m going to grab something to drink first. I’m parched.”
“Good deal. I need to meet a paper from Australia in the garage. Jack has his interview. See you around.”
For the first time I’m alone, and I let out a pleasurable sigh. I did it, made it through my first race and won. Did my first solo interview and survived.
Go me.
Now it’s time to congratulate the man who made this all possible. I wonder if he’s upstairs in his driver room?
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My heart flutters as the woman at the front desk buzzes me into the private area, and I practically run up the steps to Max’s space. Before I knock, I hesitate, my hand in the air.
Maybe he doesn’t want to see you.
Maybe he’s got a woman in there.
Maybe he’s not even here.
Those little wicked thoughts fly through my brain.No. Stop being insecure. You’re here to congratulate him, and nothing more.
I softly knock on the door. When it doesn’t open immediately—it’s not that big of a space, surely he’d open immediately if he was inside—I turn to leave.
The door flings open to reveal Max in nothing but wet hair and a towel around his waist. His eyes light up when he sees me.
“Oh,” I whisper, suddenly shy. Everything I was going to say, all the congratulations, dissolve in my mind.
He reaches for my arm and pulls me in, then shuts the door firmly behind me.
“I wanted to con—” I can’t even finish the sentence because he’s pressing me against the door, cupping my face in his hands, putting his lips to mine. That’s when I fall apart.
I allow him to pin my wrists against the door, high above my head. His kiss is intoxicating, debilitating, leaving my insides like jelly and my brain filled with fireworks and a lack of linguistic knowledge.
“Congratulate. You.” I murmur this against his lips between kisses. “You drove. Incredible race. Celebrate. Us. Together. Alone.”
“Lily, shhh.” His voice is a feral, desperate whisper. “This is the only celebration I want, right here, right now.”
He dips his head to mine and kisses me harder, then releases my arms. His mouth is hungry, and so is mine. We’re standing here devouring each other like horny teenagers, and I am here for it.
I fan my hands across his bare chest, feeling the need and desperation vibrating under his skin, which is pleasantly warm and slightly damp from the shower. My heart skips a beat at the sight of him. His wet hair is slicked back, making his bright-blue eyes pop. His face is clean shaven and his skin tanned and smooth. There’s a flush on his cheeks. Perhaps it’s from the adrenaline rush of winning, or maybe he’s genuinely excited to see me.
“I promised myself that if I won I’d kiss you until you told me to stop.”
“Thank god you won, then. Because I’m definitely not going to tell you to stop.”
While he chuckles, his hand gently skims and caresses my breast over the fabric of my dress. A button pops open and he slides his hand underneath, under my bra. A low groan forms in his throat, a sound so satisfying.
The combination of his strong lips and his soft touch is simply too much. I’m throbbing between my legs, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted sex as much as I do right at this moment.
My hands trail down his chest, over his taut, muscular stomach, and to the towel. I claw at the fabric and don’t waste any time in undoing the tuck at the side of his hip, and now he’s completely, gloriously, amazingly, naked. He also smells like some kind of delicious citrusy soap that makes me wants to lick every inch of his body.
