Because, sexy times.
Aurélie
YEAH. WE GOT THAT.
If either of you say anything else, I will break about a thousand laws on live TV. None of them end well for you two.
I locked my phone screen, my pulse thudding hard enough that I felt it in my teeth. My temples throbbed, and unfortunately, so did my traitorous dick. It was always a turn-on to see her sense of humor. The way she bit back and held no prisoners.
Marco gave me a smug grin. “You okay?”
No, I was absolutely the fuck not.
“Yup. Fine,” I muttered, climbing to my feet and stretching my arms over my head.
“Going for a walk?” he asked, a little too casually.
Actually, I planned to hunt her down. I could blow off some of my media obligations and take the fine for it. Whatever. I always played by the rules, but I was feeling a little more than sick and fucking tired of the rules.
They were getting between me and the love of my life.
Just as I opened my mouth to lie, Aurélie texted me.
Aurélie
I have thirty minutes until my last photo op of the day.
Are you still in the paddock?
Oh, thank fuck.
Maybe luck was on our side for a moment.
My stomach fluttered and my pulse ratcheted up a notch. A rush of excitement from the thrill of sneaking around to find her and fuck around with her coursed through me.
“Please wipe that look off your face,” Marco said.
I frowned. “What look?”
“You look too happy to be Callum Fraser.”
I rolled my eyes and responded to Aurélie as an idea came to mind.
Done with obligations for the day. Thirty minutes, huh?
Wanna play a game?
She was typing the instant the message showed delivered.
“Christ. At least use protection if you’re going to be this reckless,” Marco said.
I flipped him off and backed away from him. “Raw,” was all I said, and when his eyes widened in alarm, I grinned and turned away.
One day, he’d get it. Yeah, fucking around was fun for a while, but you had to grow up at some point. And his entire world would flip on its axis against his will when it was time.
Aurélie
Depends. What kind of game are we talking?
