Finnegan
"Jesus Christ, are you trying to get yourself killed? Slow down, Finnegan, Slow the fuck down!"
The race track dissolved into a blurry image around me. I was moving at two hundred and twenty, the car engine screaming under me furiously.
I pressed even harder on the accelerator. The noise was the only thing loud enough to drown out the feeling of my assistant's pussy soaking through lace onto my fingers three days ago.
Henry was beside me in the passenger seat, gripping his helmet and saying something. I caught fragments of them over the loud engine noise.
"Slow down…The bend….Finnegan, for the love of God…"
I swerved round the bend on the race track, adrenaline pumping through my veins, filling my head, blood rushing loudly through my ears.
I knew this track like I knew my own penthouse. Maybe that was why my mind was still back in my office, that silver skirt shoved up and black lace drenched as fuck.
Finn, please.
