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I sink inside of her, my lips hovering over hers. She’s warm and so deliciously wet, and when I groan in pleasure, she gasps a little.

“Lily? Are you okay?”

“Yes, it feels . . .” She squeezes her eyes shut and buries her head into the hollow between my neck and shoulder.

“Too much? Does it hurt?” I’m fully in now, balls deep. It feels exquisite to me, but for her, I’m not sure.

“No, it feels perfect.” Her voice cracks, and I ease out a little, then thrust back in.

That’s when I notice her eyes are glistening. And one of her cheeks is wet.

“Baby? Mausebär?” I say hesitantly. “Are you crying?”

“Yeah, a little. But not because it hurts. It’s really emotional, doing this with you.”

“I know. I know.” My voice is hoarse now, and all the emotions I’ve bottled up inside over the past seven years are threatening to break free.

I try to kiss the tears away. She’s shaking all over, but I still don’t know what to do. I take a deep breath and thrust harder. My mind is numb from pleasure and emotion, and all I can do is to focus on the feeling of her wrapped around me. The feeling that I finally have everything I want.

I repeat her name a few times between kisses, in time with my thrusts. Of all the things I expected tonight, her crying wasn’t among them. I’m not even sure how to feel right now, so I keep kissing and pick up my pace, losing myself in the feeling of her.

“Yes,” she breathes into my ear. “Like that, Max. Fuck me exactly like that.”

She kisses me as fiercely as I’m kissing her, and now I’m hammering into her, hard and deep. Her legs are wrapped around my hips, her heels digging into my ass. Her tears are gone now, replaced with an expression that’s contorted with pleasure.

She cries out and scrapes her nails into my back. Our bodies slap together in the semidarkness. We are finally together again. I’m a little afraid.

Afraid of what these scrapes will leave behind on my back, afraid to know where this will lead.

Or where it will end.

I move in and out of her like a piston, in rhythm with her own thrusts beneath me. It doesn’t take me long to feel the familiar tingle in my balls, telling me I’m about to explode. When it happens, it almost takes me by surprise. I’ve lost all control, it seems.

I come inside of her, my body shuddering with pleasure. It is like sliding through warm cream inside of her, my every cell screaming with pleasure. I can only do one thing: laugh out of sheer joy, because we’re making the greatest kind of magic.

She’s laughing, too, pulling me down, so my full weight is on her body.

“Oh my god,” she says, between giggles and kisses. “What the hell just happened?”

“I have no idea,” I reply.

All I can think of is when we’ll be able to do it again.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

LILY

Early the next morning, both of our phones are practically levitating off the nightstand from all the texts and calls congratulating us on the race win.

But Max and I are ignoring everything because we’re snuggling after another round of sex. We’ve had the most incredible night together, not talking about anything substantial, staying in our own little carnal world. All we’ve done is laugh and screw, and it’s been heavenly. I’d forgotten what fun he was to be around, away from the hectic day to day of Formula World.

“What should we order from room service? I can get anything I want this morning.” He twists away from me to grab the menu from the nightstand then scoots back into position next to me. I fold myself in the crook of his arm and we stare at the extensive offering of food.

“That huevos rancheros platter looks good. I’ll take that. And a coffee,” I say.

“Lots of coffee.” He kisses the top of my head. “Let me call in the order.”

He somehow manages to keep me close while reaching for the phone and talking to the room service people. He orders for me first, then himself. “I’d like a breakfast burrito and the blueberry pancakes. And some tomato juice.”

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