In forty six secondsexactly, I was clenching, screaming and quivering against his dark cherry wooddesk.
With the funbagsdangling over his laptop, his hands grasped firmly around my hips as he let outa groan and a few words I couldn’t distinguish.
He fell forward againstmy back. “I’m weak.”
“Yes you are. I wonagain.”
“Only because you usedtears,”
“I have to use anyadvantage I can whenJameson Rileyis my boyfriend.”
I felt him chuckleagainst me, his lips dancing along my shoulder blades. The rhythm of our heartsslowed into relaxation.
“You say my name likeI’m some kind of god.”
“You are.”
“That’s right, rememberthat.”
And he’s back.
“Remember I won. Swaytwo. Jameson zero,”
Jameson stood andpulled his pants up. I watched as he slowly buttoned them with that damn smirk,his belt clanking.
God,thatsound!
“I don’t think so. Youstill have to walk through the announcer’s booth after whatyoujustsaid. Jameson one.” He waggled his eyebrows at me and headed for the door afterpulling his t-shirt back on.
I searched the floor ofhis office for my panties but when Jameson got to the door, he looked over hisshoulder. His hand came up, his thumb running back and forth across his lowerlip as though he was hiding a secret. That’s when I notice him holding mypanties up.
“We’re tied honey.”
5.Gasket– Sway
Gasket – A thinmaterial made of paper, metal, silicone, or other synthetic materials, that is usedas a seal between two similar machined metal surfaces such as cylinder headsand the engine block.
“Jameson, this is a badidea.”
“No...it’snot.”
“Yes it is.”
“No,” he shook his headkissing down the curve of my neck; my dress came up in the next motion. “It’s agood idea, a very gooddirtyidea. We like dirty, remember?” Jamesongroaned against my neck, pushing his hips into mine. “Dirty is good.”
Yes...I remember very well,but this in fact is a bad idea.
There Jameson and Iwere up against the billboards on the other side of the track with the World ofOutlaws on the track, racing the C-Feature event. Jameson would be racing inthe A-Feature because miraculously, Justin brought a sprint car for him. Allpart of their plan I think.
I got sidetracked, backto what’s important.
There was nobody outhere but us and on the other side of this billboard, five thousand screamingfans watching a race at a track Jameson and I ran. But here we were, going atit against the billboards.
It’s no wonder I gotknocked up.
“Jameson...” I breathed when his mouth went to mycollarbone. “We should probably get back.”
He shook his head andgrowled. Fucking growled. “No,” both hands cupped my face. “Iwantyou.”His wet cool mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, down my neck and then bit downon my shoulder.