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Too Late: Desired By The Rival Boss

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1026    |    Released on: Today at 21:22

Summer

, demanding, and taste

his tongue parting my lips with a ruthless, intoxicati

't pul

ke an accessory to his life-useful when

nch of contact felt like a

, my fingers digging into the thick hide as I kissed him back wit

, guttural groan fr

ting me completely off the concrete f

ard until my spine hit the c

tively locked a

my lips, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "You s

fiercely, looking straight into his di

ak door leading to the privat

n on the wide, dark leather sofa th

lling of motor oil, c

rmed my lips before he kissed them. His other hand slipped beneath the hem of my top,

enough to make me impatient. When his lips reached my throa

he murmured a

voice came o

is mouth hovering jus

r kiss. For once, I didn't care about being useful or ke

th, driving out every lingering memory of Grant's cold neglect u

iltered through the steel security slats

wrapping the dark wool blanke

and sore, but my mind

cross the room, already dressed in cl

ngers, the blue smoke curling tow

me through the haze with thos

e," Chase remarked, his voice lo

standing up and reaching for m

zipped my jeans, and laced

n't b

t make

k into a tight ponytail. "It was what both of us wanted. But don't mistake tha

a deep rumble that sh

gar into the heavy glass ashtray, and pick

them acros

ut of the air w

shop," Chase said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fastest fiber connection in Washo

op, Whitmore Performance its racing division,

cold brass k

the t

before expenses," Chase said, stepping forward until he was standing right in front of me. "

"And the algorithm remains my exclusive intellectual property. Wh

t me for three

admiration lit up h

to understand one thing-Grant Mercer is going to realize what he lost. When he figures o

rcer built his name on my calculations. It's time he learn

g the nape of my neck, his thumb lightly

gist," he murmured. "Tonight, we tak

g my ear. "And when we get to the to

s hand against my neck. "Then

he skin beneath my

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Too Late: Desired By The Rival Boss
Too Late: Desired By The Rival Boss
“I spent forty-eight hours straight locked in a workshop, perfecting the racing algorithm for my husband's motorcycle club. All I wanted was to have a quiet dinner with him on my twenty-seventh birthday. But when I called his private line, my half-sister answered the phone. She laughed and told me my husband had just publicly replaced me with her as the Director of Race Strategy. "He says the team needs a face sponsors actually want to look at, not someone hiding behind screens," she purred. In the background, I heard the roar of his motorcycle as he took her out to celebrate. Even the young apprentice I had mentored for years was cheering them on, mocking my complex formulas and eager to take my place. They treated my years of dedication like a joke, claiming my husband was just keeping me around out of pity while they happily stole the championship-winning data I built. For four years, I had shrunk myself to fit into his life, writing the mathematical foundation of his racing success while he took the trophies, the sponsor checks, and the respect. I thought my sacrifice actually meant something to him. I didn't cry. I simply signed the divorce papers, locked down the entire racing network with a private key, and packed my bags. If he thought he could build a kingdom on my genius and just throw me away, he was about to learn what happens when the math stops working in his favor. I started my motorcycle and rode straight into the territory of his fiercest rival.”