Page 35 of Danger

She breathes in deep. “I’ll say.”

I take my free hand, brushing back a soft strand of her hair that is dangerously close to her eyes. “Yeah definitely, pink it is.” I move her hand so she’s feeling the hardening length in my pants.

Her eyes widen, meeting mine. “Danger,” she whispers.

Have I ever mentioned I love when this girl says my name all breathy and shit? I fucking dig it. It makes my heart thump harder in my chest.

“This is how much I like the color pink.” I press her hand harder against the thick ridge of my cock.

“Danger,” she breathes out.

And I’m about ready to capture her lips with mine before we’re interrupted by the speaker welcoming everyone. It’s the president and CEO of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, and Monterey pulls away her hand as he speaks.

I sling an arm on the back of her chair, trying my best to pretend I’m paying attention to the man behind the microphone. Wanna know a secret? I’m not.

What my mind is settled on is the way Monterey looks tonight. Like innocence and candy on a killer set of long legs.

She’s so fucking hot.

I can’t keep my eyes off her, and the fucking slit hiking up her skirt.

I swear I want to rip the dress off her from the seams. Would she let me?

I can tell with each hitch of her breath when I touch her she just might. Don’t know though. A part of me wants to find out. A big part of me, like the kind of big that was straining my zipper earlier. But the other part of me says I need to walk the straight and arrow and play the part in a way that doesn’t have me touching her. Doesn’t have me yearning for her.

Everyone’s clapping, and I follow suit, even though I have no idea what’s going on.

And who cares. This is just the part where all the important people kiss each other’s asses and make themselves feel more important.

Seriously, I’m not sure why I even have to come to these dinners. It really is more for the managers and team owners than anyone else. They like to look at the ‘talent’ or so they call us. Like we’re a horse ready for a prize.

Monterey turns to me, her moss-green eyes slicing straight through me like she knows what I’m thinking and she offers me up a small smile. “I can’t wait for this to be over,” she says to me, leaning over to whisper in my ear.

“Oh yeah?” Now it’s my turn to whisper in her ear. “You ready to leave already?”

She shrugs and I spot Thad fuming from across the room. So, I do something I normally never do.

I lean closer, nipping the bottom of her ear with my teeth and say, “Looking to live a little dangerously tonight?”

She doesn’t say anything, and I glance back at Thad.

She follows my line of sight and then cups my cheek with one hand. “I’m always looking for danger.”

Fuck. Right answer. If we weren’t sitting here with a ton of people watching, I’d kiss the fuck out of her.

Instead I smile, ‘cause I know this girl’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I give a cocky smile over at Thad too, because well, fuck him. He doesn’t look happy.

And that thought lights a fire deep in my veins. A spark of pride, traveling through my system. This man didn’t deserve Monterey. Hell, neither do I, but at least I’m man enough to know I don’t. I’d never ask her to be mine and then fuck her over like he did.

Fucking idiot.

I don’t for one second pretend I know anything that happened between the two of them. All I know are the basics. The same shit the media knows. The same shit that everyone in this industry knows.

He cheated on her.

But, was she really devastated by it? Because after knowing Thad for like five minutes, I’d guess she probably felt relieved.

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