Epilogue
TESSA
Rome
Where are you?
I purse my lips and roll my eyes.
Me
You know where I am.
Rome
Come to my tent.
Me
This sounds familiar…
You know, like that one time his dad spied on us before a race and used it as a way to threaten him.
Rome
If I can’t have your voice in my ear while I drive, I at least need it before. The fate of this race is in your hands, Princess.
I slip my phone into my back pocket and grab Van’s attention.
“I’m going to get a Diet Coke,” I tell him. “Want one?”
He holds up an energy drink.
“Where’d you get that?” I ask. “And it’s rude that you didn’t get me one, but I digress.”
Dylan leans past Van with a smirk, holding his own energy drink. “Vivian’s nanny.”
I glance at my brother, and I swear he blushes before turning away to put his headset on.
He recently hired a live-in nanny for Vivian, who now travels with them race to race. She’s a former teacher with a kind smile and full of energy, who had zero reservations about traveling from country to country. And although it’s only been a couple of weeks, Vivian is so much happier.
I think Van is too.
Though, my parents miss having her at the house.
I quickly dart past a few cameramen and slip in between two trailers.
Rome and I are exclusive, so it wouldn’t be surprising to see me with him before a race, but given the dip in my belly from his text alone, I know that the second I step into his tent, things are going to move quickly.
His famous Do Not Disturb, Does not apply to Tess sign is taped to the front of his tent. I push past it, and he turns around swiftly to pick me up. My legs wrap around his waist with my arms going to his neck.
“I hear the fate of your race is in my hands,” I say in a flirty tone.
Rome shakes his head and stares up into my face. “The fate of my life is in your hands, Princess.”
I press my mouth to his, my tongue sweeping in quickly. Our kiss doesn't break until he sits on a chair with my legs falling to the sides of his.
He pushes my skirt up to my waist. “Have I ever told you how much I love this little get-up you wear?”
I gasp softly with his fingers skimming my panties.
“I do it on purpose,” I whisper into his ear.
He teases me, brushing the pad of his thumb over my clit.
“What purpose is that?” he asks gruffly.
I reach in between us and work at shoving his race suit down. He helps me, and when I feel his hard length between my legs, I position him where I need him. “Easy access.”
I sink down onto him, and he hisses between his teeth.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Shh,” I shush, my lips right above his ear. “We’ve gotta be quiet, remember?”
Rome grips the sides of my face and brings my mouth to his. I meet his rough, needy kisses, one by one, and we move in sync.
The entire race could start, and I don’t think we’d stop.
He knows exactly how to get me going, and my orgasm sparks in less than a minute.
“Oh my god,” I moan quietly against his mouth. “I love that you know just what I need…”
He presses into me harder. “And I love watching you come for me.”
He barely gets the last word out before he’s coming too.
His alarm goes off seconds after he finishes. He chuckles with me still on top of him.
“Do you think they’d notice if we were missing?” I ask.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he looks up at me with a dangerously enticing glint in his eyes. “Don’t tempt me, Princess.”
But where’s the fun in that?
The End
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VAN
Private schools are better my ass.
This is the fourth call I’ve gotten this week, and between the pressure at Vanstone and the school counselor’s disappointed glances, I’m really at the end of my rope.
I sigh and take a seat in the same chair I’ve been in too many times to count. The office clerk peers at me over the bridge of her glasses and I send her a tight-lipped smile.
Yep. Me again.
I busy myself with reading reviews of surrounding schools, knowing deep down that enrolling Vivian in another one isn’t going to eliminate the problem, but only shift it to a different location.
The counselor thinks I’d be better off pulling her out, and home-schooling.
The only problem is that I’m never home.
I exit out of the search and shift in my chair anxiously.
“I’m sorry it has to be this way.” Principal Blackwell’s deep tone slips past the narrow opening in his office door. “But with the parents breathing down my back, I don’t really have a choice but to let you go.”
“You always have a choice,” a soft, feminine voice says. “But I understand.”
I lean forward, interested to see who sits at the foot of his desk. All I get is a quick glimpse of long, blonde hair before whoever she is stands to leave.
“If it makes any difference, you are one of the best teachers this school has ever had,” he adds.
Maybe she can homeschool my kid, then.
I silently chuckle at the thought.
“Mr. Halston?”
I glance at the school counselor, who I should be on a first-name basis with by now, and head toward her office, already rehearsing the excuses for why I can’t pull my daughter out of school and homeschool her myself.
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