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Bonus Scene: Private Celebration
(Extended Explicit Content – 18+)
This scene takes place the morning after the Chapter 9 epilogue, at their private villa.
Elias woke to golden sunlight and the sound of the shower running in the master bathroom.
He lay there for a moment, letting consciousness return slowly, luxuriously. No alarm, no obligations, no ribs screaming at him. Just the soft cotton sheets and the knowledge that Chloe was naked and wet twenty feet away.
He smiled.
Six months since Abu Dhabi. Six months of healing—his ribs, their relationship, the damage done by secrecy and lies. Six months of learning how to be together without the chaos of racing between them.
And now they had this: four months of uninterrupted off-season in a Mediterranean paradise. No press, no sponsors, no team obligations.
Just them.
The shower cut off. He heard her moving around the bathroom, the small domestic sounds of her morning routine. She’d be brushing her teeth now, probably scowling at her reflection because she hated how she looked before coffee.
He loved how she looked before coffee. Loved how she looked after coffee. Loved how she looked all the time, really, but especially when she thought no one was watching.
The bathroom door opened and she emerged in a cloud of steam, wrapped in one of the villa’s plush white towels, her hair damp and curling at the ends.
“You’re awake,” she said, spotting him watching her.
“I’m awake.”
“How long have you been staring at me?”
“Not nearly long enough.”
She rolled her eyes but he could see the smile she was trying to hide. “Creep.”
“Your creep.”
“Regrettably.” But she was moving toward the bed, toward him, and when she sat on the edge he reached for her hand.
“How’d you sleep?” he asked.
“Like the dead. That bed is magic.”
“It’s not the bed. It’s the company.”
“Smooth.”
“I try.” He tugged her hand, pulling her off balance so she fell across his chest with a surprised laugh. “Good morning, by the way.”
“Good morning.” She braced her hands on either side of his head, looking down at him. Water dripped from her hair onto his chest. “You’re in a good mood.”
“I’m in a great mood. I’m on vacation with my beautiful girlfriend, my ribs are healed, and I have absolutely nothing to do today except appreciate you.”
“Appreciate me?”
“Thoroughly. In detail. For several hours.”
Her eyes darkened. “Is that so?”
“That’s so.” He reached up, tugged at the towel knot. “Starting with getting you out of this towel.”
“Elias—”
“Unless you have objections?” He paused, making it a real question. They’d been good about checking in with each other, making sure they were on the same page. “Do you?”
She bit her lip, considering. “No objections. But I should warn you—I haven’t shaved my legs in three days.”
“Don’t care.”
“Or done my makeup—”
“Don’t care.”
“Or—”
He kissed her, cutting off whatever other ridiculous concern she was about to voice. When he pulled back, she was smiling.
“Okay then,” she said. “Appreciate away.”
He untied the towel slowly, revealing her inch by inch. Even after months together, the sight of her still made his breath catch. Soft curves, smooth skin still damp from the shower, the confidence in the way she let him look.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s always true.” He sat up, settling her in his lap so they were face to face. “Let me show you.”
“Show me what?”
“How much I appreciate you. How grateful I am. How much I love you.” He kissed her neck, the sensitive spot below her ear that made her shiver. “How good you make me feel.”
“Elias—”
“Shh. My turn to take care of you.” His hands skimmed down her back, learning her all over again. “You’ve spent months taking care of me. Taping my ribs, managing my career, keeping me sane. Now I want to return the favor.”
“I don’t need—”
“I know you don’t need it. But I want to give it anyway.” He pulled back to look at her. “Will you let me? Please?”
She searched his face, and he let her see everything—the love, the desire, the need to worship her the way she deserved.
“Okay,” she said finally. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
The words were deliberate. He’d learned over the past months exactly what those words did to her—the way her breath hitched, the way her pupils dilated, the way she melted just slightly.
“That’s not fair,” she said, but her voice was already breathy.
“All’s fair in love and seduction.” He kissed her again, deeper this time, his hands mapping territory he knew by heart but never tired of exploring.
She responded beautifully, the way she always did—meeting his kiss with equal intensity, her fingers threading through his hair, her body pressing closer.
When they broke apart, both breathing hard, he said: “Lie back. Let me look at you.”
She did, settling against the pillows, and he took a moment just to appreciate the picture she made—dark hair spread across white pillows, skin still pink from the hot shower, looking at him with trust and want in equal measure.
“Perfect,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m really not—”
“Yes, you are. To me, you’re perfect.” He started at her feet, pressing kisses to her ankle, her calf, the inside of her knee. “And I’m going to prove it.”
He took his time, mapping every inch of her with his mouth. The soft skin of her inner thighs, the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. She squirmed under his attention, making small sounds that went straight to his groin.
“Elias, please—”
“Please what?”
“Touch me. Properly.”
“I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
He did. But he was enjoying this too much to rush. “Patience, sunshine. We have all morning.”
“I’m going to die of frustration.”
“What a way to go.” But he relented slightly, letting his hands wander higher, skimming the places she wanted him most but not quite giving her what she needed.
“You’re terrible,” she gasped.
“I’m thorough. There’s a difference.”
He continued his exploration, kissing his way up her stomach, the underside of her breasts, everywhere except where she actually wanted his mouth. She was trembling now, her hands fisted in the sheets.
“Elias, I swear—”
“What? You’ll do what?” He looked up at her, saw the desperate want in her eyes. “Tell me what you need. Use your words.”
“I need—” She broke off, flushed. Even after everything, she still got shy sometimes when it came to being explicit.
“Come on. You can do it.” He pressed a kiss to her sternum. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Anything you want.”
“Your mouth. I want your mouth. On me.”
“Where?”
“You know where.”
“Say it.”
“Elias—”
“Say it and I’ll give you everything. I promise.”
She took a shaky breath. “I want your mouth on my pussy. Please. I need it.”
“Good girl,” he praised, and was rewarded with a full-body shiver. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
“You’re going to pay for this later.”
“Looking forward to it.”
He settled between her legs, took a moment to appreciate the view, and then put his mouth on her.
She cried out, her hips jerking, and he had to hold her steady as he licked and sucked and explored. He’d learned over the months exactly how she liked it—the pressure, the rhythm, the specific spots that made her lose her mind—and he used all that knowledge now.
“Oh God—Elias—that’s—”
“Good?” He pulled back just enough to ask, then dove back in before she could answer.
Her hands found his hair, fisting in it, and he groaned at the pull. He loved when she did that, loved when she let go of control and just took what she needed.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop—”
He didn’t. Kept the same steady rhythm, adding his fingers now, crooking them just right, and felt her start to shake apart.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
She came with a cry that probably carried down to the beach, her whole body going taut before melting boneless against the mattress. He worked her through it, gentling his touch as she came down, pressing soft kisses to her thighs.
“Holy shit,” she said when she could speak again.
“Good?”
“You know it was good. You’re very smug about how good you are at that.”
“Can’t help it. I’m good at what I’m good at.” He crawled up her body, kissed her so she could taste herself on his tongue. “And I’m very good at making you come.”
“Cocky.”
“Confident. There’s a difference.”
She laughed, pulling him down for another kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He settled beside her, one hand idly stroking her hip. “Ready for round two?”
“Already?”
“I said I was going to appreciate you thoroughly. That was just the warm-up.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only with you.” He nipped at her neck. “So? Ready?”
She pushed at his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. “My turn first.”
“Chloe—”
“Fair is fair. You got to worship me. Now I get to worship you.” She straddled his hips, settling her weight on him, and he groaned at the contact. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to do this since I woke up.”
“Do what?”
“Ride you until you forget your own name.”
His brain short-circuited. “I’m amenable to that plan.”
“I thought you might be.” She reached down, wrapped her hand around him, and he hissed at the contact. “Someone’s eager.”
“I’ve been eager since you walked out of that bathroom.”
“Patience, champion. We have all morning, remember?”
She was using his own words against him, and he would have protested except she was stroking him now in long, slow movements that made coherent thought difficult.
“Chloe—”
“Yes?”
“If you don’t get a condom in the next thirty seconds—”
“What? You’ll do what?” But she was already reaching for the nightstand, pulling one out. “So demanding.”
“You love it.”
“I really do.” She rolled it on him with practiced ease, then positioned herself above him. “Ready?”
“Since the moment I woke up.”
She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, and they both groaned at the sensation. Perfect. Always perfect with her.
“Okay?” she asked when she was fully seated.
“More than okay.” His hands found her hips, steadying her. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you.” She started moving, slow rolls of her hips that had him gritting his teeth. “God, I’ll never get tired of this.”
“Good. Because I plan on doing this every morning for the foreseeable future.”
“Is that a promise?”
“That’s a guarantee.”
She picked up the pace, finding a rhythm that had both of them breathing hard. He watched her move above him—the flush spreading across her chest, the way her head fell back, the small sounds of pleasure she couldn’t quite contain.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Like this, always, but especially like this.”
“Keep talking.” Her movements got faster. “I love when you talk.”
“You love riding me. Taking what you need. Being in control.”
“Yes—”
“You love how deep I get like this. How full you feel.”
“Elias—”
“And I love watching you. Love seeing you take your pleasure. Love knowing I’m the one who gets to give this to you.”
She was close, he could tell. Her movements were getting less coordinated, more desperate.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Let me see you make yourself come.”
She did, her hand sliding between them, and the sight of it combined with the sensation was almost enough to end him right there.
“That’s it. Good girl. So perfect. So beautiful.”
“I’m—I’m close—”
“Then come for me. Let me feel it.”
She did, her whole body shaking with it, clenching around him in waves that pushed him over the edge too. He pulled her down, buried his face in her neck, and let himself fall.
They collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts.
“Okay,” she said when she could breathe again. “That was worth waking up for.”
“Just worth it?”
“Fine. That was incredible and you’re amazing and I’m ruined for anyone else. Happy?”
“Very.” He rolled them carefully, settling her against his side. “Round three in twenty minutes?”
“You’re thirty-five, not twenty-five. Your recovery time isn’t that fast.”
“Want to bet?”
She looked down, saw that he was already half-hard again, and laughed. “Apparently I’m wrong.”
“You’re never wrong. You’re just… occasionally surprised by my stamina.”
“Is that what we’re calling it?”
“What would you call it?”
“Insatiable. Horny. Take your pick.”
“I prefer ‘deeply in love and physically able to express it now that my ribs are healed.'”
“That’s a mouthful.”
“So are you, but I’m not complaining.”
She smacked his chest. “Terrible. You’re terrible.”
“You love it.”
“Unfortunately, I do.” She kissed him, soft and sweet. “I love you. Even when you’re being ridiculous.”
“I love you too. Especially when you’re being bossy and riding me like you have something to prove.”
“I wasn’t—”
“You absolutely were. And it was hot.”
She blushed, which was adorable considering what they’d just done. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
She did, kissing him until they were both breathless again, and when they finally came up for air, they were both smiling.
“So,” she said. “Round three?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
This time was slower, more languid. They took their time exploring, relearning, savoring. He loved her with his hands and mouth, bringing her to the edge twice before finally giving her what she wanted. She returned the favor, reducing him to a begging mess before taking mercy on him.
By the time they were done—really done, too exhausted to even think about going again—the sun was high in the sky and the morning was half gone.
“We should probably get up,” Chloe said without moving.
“Probably.”
“Make breakfast. Be productive.”
“Sounds reasonable.”
Neither of them moved.
“Or,” Elias said after a moment, “we could stay here. Order room service. Spend the whole day in bed.”
“That’s terribly lazy.”
“We’re on vacation. We’re supposed to be lazy.”
She considered it. “Room service does sound good.”
“It does.”
“And the bed is very comfortable.”
“Very comfortable.”
“And I suppose we have earned a lazy day after all that exercise.”
“Definitely earned it.”
She turned to look at him, and he could see her wavering. “You’re a terrible influence.”
“The worst.”
“Fine. But I’m ordering everything on the menu.”
“Deal.”
They spent the rest of the day exactly as planned—in bed, ordering ridiculous amounts of food, alternating between eating and making love and talking about nothing and everything.
It was perfect.
As the sun set and they finally dragged themselves to the shower—together, because they’d given up on pretending they had any self-control—Elias felt something settle in his chest.
This was what he’d been racing toward all along. Not the championship, not the glory, not the validation.
This. Her. Them.
Coming home to someone who loved him not for what he could do, but for who he was. Being with someone who challenged him, grounded him, made him want to be better.
“What are you thinking about?” Chloe asked, catching him staring.
“How lucky I am.”
“Sappy.”
“True though.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, moving into his arms under the spray. “True.”
They stood like that for a long time, just holding each other under the warm water, and Elias knew with absolute certainty that this was it.
She was it.
Forever.
He wasn’t ready to propose yet—they’d only just moved in together, and he wanted to do it right when the time came—but someday. Soon.
For now, this was enough.
More than enough.
Everything.
“I love you,” he said into her wet hair.
“I love you too, champion.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”
“I can think of worse fates.”
“Only worse?”
“Okay, fine. I can’t think of any better fate than being stuck with you.”
“Better.”
She laughed, and the sound echoed off the tiles, and Elias Thorne—World Champion, survivor, and man hopelessly in love—knew exactly where he belonged.
Right here.
With her.
Always.
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