And I most certainly didn't dig a vibrator out ofmy bag in a poor attempt to get over whatever this was.
Nope. Not at all.
I huffed, rolling onto my side.
I needed to get out of my fucking head. Because if I didn't... Miami wasn't going to burn. I was.
Miami wasone of my favorite cities. Iconic nightlife, humidity that made it feel like a vacation,A-listersand exclusive clubs.
But this year, I couldn't be bothered by any of it.
I was spiraling. Scrolling through Instagram, I stumbled across an edit ofAurélie'spost-race celebration inJeddah, where she'd beaten me. She was radiant, her smile brighter than the floodlights that lit up the circuit.
And then there was the one where she was tugging the top half of her fire suit into place, her tanned, flat stomach visible just above the waistband.
I nearly had heart failure.
Yeah, I'd seen her bikini pictures and her revealing outfits in previous Instagram posts—because of course I had—but never in her race suit like this. The tight, sleeveless fire-resistant top hugging every inch of her body like it had been fucking painted on, her fingers gripping the waistband, pulling it up without a second thought, completely oblivious to the way millions of people were watching.
Completely oblivious to me.
Then her head tipped back as she took a deep breath, making the whole thing way too fucking erotic. Whatwould she look like stripped completely down, this same look on her face as I fucked her until she couldn't walk straight the next day?
Heat bloomed under my skin, my fingers digging into my thigh like I could physically force the thoughts out of my skull.
I had to stop. I had to fucking stop.
Instead, my thumbs were already moving before logic could catch up.
You were so good in Jeddah.
As soon as I pressed send, I regretted it. It sounded an awful lot like praise. And it immediately made my already-hard dick jump. Did she like to be praised?
The three dots appeared almost instantly.
Aurélie
I had to be.
Keep that up, and you’ll be on the podium again in no time.
Her reply came slower this time, but it was worth the wait.
Aurélie
Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to save a spot for you.
On my face would be better.
Christ. I needed help.
Fans lined the barricades,their cheers echoing over the palm-lined streets as drivers and team personnel navigated the buzzing paddock.
But none of that was on my mind.
I should've been thinking about setups. Tire degradation.DRSstrategy. Not her mouth.
Instead, I was in the paddock, wearing sunglasses that did absolutely fuck-all to hide the fact that my eyes found her first. Like some kind of gravitational pull.
