His eyes look primal as he stares at my belly, then my breasts, then down to my legs, and up at my face again. I see his hands fist and unfist at his sides and his jaw tick.

“Fuck, are you trying to kill me,” he growls.

I smile and do a little twirl, just to rile him up, and I don’t know what happened to me but when I put on this dress and saw him looking so delectable I decided to throw all caution to the wind.

He’s all I want.

Tonight’s my night off. And so is his.

He comes toward me and wraps his hand around my neck, blue eyes staring intensely at me before dropping down to my chest. He places a kiss right at my cleavage and rubs his nose back and forth, before licking a small path from my cleavage up my neck, and jaw, to my lips.

“Let’s go,” he murmurs.

We get to Jay’s London apartment and the drivers are already there, mingling and drinking with their dates of the night. Some of these women are over six feet tall and dressed in the latest European fashions. Some of the drivers came solo but most of them came with girls in tow.

The moment Jay opens the door, I hear the boys basically clamor to come greet the man I’m standing next to.

“Racer, man, looking good!” They slap him welcome, and Racer tugs me next to him with his hand on mine.

The drivers are trying to shake his hand all at the same time, so I pry my hand free, noticing him frown down at me as Jay leads him in, patting him on the back. “What’s your poison, Tate? Vodka, tequila, whiskey? You look like a whiskey man, let me pour you some …” He trails off and comes back carrying two glasses filled with an amber-colored liquid.

“Nah I don’t drink.”

“Oh, shit, seriously man? Well I mean we have other things to make this night special …”

Oh, shit, really? What are they going to bring him? Girls?

Feeling out of place, because I’ve never really spent any time with the drivers—I suppose partying hard isn’t my thing, and I’ve never been interested in one (until now)—I start making my way to the bathroom and turn back to see Racer caged in by some of the drivers introducing their dates and also pushing for him to have a little drink.

I turn away and get to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and putting my hands on the sink, ducking my head between.

I don’t know why coming here tonight with Racer has me feeling like a charged ball of nerves.

I hear the door open next to me and I turn to tell whoever it is to get the fuck out but I see Racer come in. My mouth stops moving and then snaps shut.

“Racer, I would like a little privacy if that’s okay with—”

I gasp as he shuts me up with his mouth crashing down on mine. He kisses me out of my mind, until all thoughts and nervousness go silent. He starts making out with me, lifting me by the ass to the edge of the sink and wrapping my legs around him so that he’s nestled right between my legs. I can feel him, hard as steel, through his trousers and I moan into his mouth, bringing him closer to me, wrapping my arms around his neck and nestling my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck.

He kisses down my jaw and I thrum head to toe.

“Aren’t we just the epitome of teenage lust right now,” I murmur as my lungs struggle to work.

“We’re not teenagers and this isn’t lust, baby,” he murmurs back, digging his hands into my ass to bring me closer to him as his mouth works along my jaw and neck.

I hear Redbone by Childish Gambino play in the background, the low pounding melody pulling all my control along with it, and the sultry vocals making me arch my back as I let myself be in the moment. Carried along with it.

His mouth comes back to mine and starts to open mine slowly.

He’s enjoying every second of this, making every kiss feel like the best kiss I’ve ever received until the next one comes, even better than the last.

There’s a knock on the door. “Hey! I need to pee,” I hear someone call from outside.

I struggle to catch my breath as Racer eases back and looks at me wolfishly.

He shakes his head no and starts to slide his hands up my dress, his thumbs caressing my inner thighs.

Fuck, he just made it so much harder for me to want to get out of this room …

I open my legs a little more for him and kiss him harder.

“We didn’t finish last night. I was going to flood your insides with me,” he smirks, his eyes brilliant.

“I … that makes me a little nervous,” And so hot. “But …”

He strokes his thumb down my cheek, and I sense him more intense than usual, his eyes blue but a little darker shade of blue, his smile cocky, territorial, possessive, as he leans down to lick me.

“As much as I want to do that,” he murmurs, seizing the back of my neck to kiss me deeply again and again. “I’m going to wait until you reciprocate before I do.”

Lana

The touches don’t stop.

(Lucky meeee.)

Racer looks at me intensely, making me feel as if I’m his. We just reached Belgium. Racer has been relentless these past races—London, Hungary. We are seven races away from the final, in Abu Dhabi, and holding P2 in the points championship.

He sends me well kissed to my room every night. I’m a ball of wanting and lust and love—he’s breaking me down and I know it.

“You look different, Lainie. Very … refreshed.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“There’s that twinkle in your eye and glow to your cheeks.”

He’s staring at me with a smile.

“Daddy, come on,” I say, taking a seat as I place our healthy yogurt and granola breakfasts before us.