Page 140 of Dream Chaser

She kissed my lips. “Hope you like it.”

“You know I will.”

I tore the dark blue wrapping paper off impatiently and pulled out a white square box. Inside was a handmade wooden figurine of a surfer, a few inches longer than my palm. Para Ale was engraved on the surfboard together with today’s date.

“I showed the guy who made it your photo,” Nova said. “I think it turned out great.”

I loved it. But there was no way I wouldn’t love something that came from her.

“It’s amazing,” I said. “I’ll put it on my desk.”

Nova cocked her head. “There’s something else inside. Under the paper.”

Her cheeks pinkened. I cupped her face with one hand. “You know I’ll love it too.”

“God, I hope so. I almost talked myself out of giving it to you.”

Anticipation built as I removed the white tissue paper from the bottom of the box. A square white book wasn’t what I expected to see.

Warmth seeped into my chest as I read the word on the cover.

Ale.

Intrigued, I left the box and the figurine on a pool lounger and flipped the book open, instantly recognizing Barcelona. Our first work trip. Me at the sponsor’s event, holding a glass of cava.

Later, me walking down Las Ramblas. Another picture of me at Manu’s restaurant. I was laughing at something he said, and Nova took the photo without me noticing.

My chest squeezed harder with every new image. Valencia. Manu and me in Pradollano. And on the last page, Nova and I on New Year’s Eve. She was kissing my cheek with her eyes closed, hot as hell in her tiny blue dress.

“Scarlett made me include that one,” she said. “She took it at the club. I wanted to make it all about you, but—”

“I’m glad she did,” I said, carefully setting the book down beside the other gift. “I need more photos of you. More of you. Come here.”

“Let me give you one more gift first,” she whispered.

I held my breath as she untied her robe.

Fuck me.

Nothing underneath. Just her smooth skin, and the necklace with the first letter of my name around her neck.

Blood rushed to my cock as snippets of our nights together played like a movie in my head.

Nova knelt in front of me. Her palm cupped my erection, then she tugged my briefs down, freeing my cock.

A groan left my throat when she licked me from the base to the tip. When her warm lips closed around the head, I gripped her hair, struggling to fucking breathe.

She sucked me slowly, like she was savoring me. Her fingers wrapped around the base, squeezing as she ran the tip of her tongue over my shaft.

Then her eyes met mine. “Like this?” She took me deeper, and I nodded, my breath shallow. Her wet mouth moved up and down my cock, threatening to send my self-control to hell.

“Just like that.” My thumb skimmed her cheek. “Feels so fucking good.”

She released me only to stroke me harder. Suck me faster, like she was losing control too. Hard nipples. Flushed skin. Knowing she enjoyed this increased my pleasure tenfold.

She hummed around my cock. I thrust into her mouth slowly, eyes never leaving hers, everything in me attuned to the wet glide of her lips. My spine tingled, and my muscles pulled taut.

“I’m close,” I rasped. “Tell me if you don’t want me to—”