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“Is it?” She was practically panting already.
“Spending a whole day in bed with you? Yeah, worth it.” His teasing was a relief. She’d been so afraid she’d scared him off before anything had even started, like he’d get up and storm out of the room and everything they’d shared until now would be burned up in his wake. But he was still here. And he still wanted her, even with all the bullshit. She was so relieved she could cry.
“Spending a whole day in bed with you sounds like heaven but it can’t be this morning. I’m meeting my mom for breakfast. I’d ask you to come, but—”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be suspicious atall, rolling into breakfast together, you looking freshly—”
She slapped a hand over his mouth. “Stop right there.”
He chuckled and kissed her palm. “I’m teasing. I saw her last night, too. She’s terrifying. I’m not about to draw her fire in my direction.”
“Wise man.”
He slid his knee between hers, until his thigh pressed against her sex. Her breath caught. “Surely you’re not meeting your mother at this hour.”
He rocked into her and her eyes slid closed.
“She runs her own business,” she mumbled, trying desperately to hang on to her thoughts. But it was so hard when his mouth was doing that to her breasts. “She’s an early riser, too. And I need a shower.”
His hand slid between her thighs. “A shower? Happy to join you. In a minute.”
“A minute?”
“Many minutes. When we’re done.”
“Okay. I guess I can be a little late.”
“Yes, you can.”
29
Budapest, Hungary
“If I don’t get something to eat, I’m going to pass out,” Violet groaned as they hurried into the hospitality center. The morning had been grueling for both of them, but they’d finally stolen five minutes to grab lunch before the afternoon’s race.
Mira surveyed the picked-over remains of the lunch service and sighed with disappointment. “Looks like all that’s left is the vegetable curry and it’s getting crusty.”
“I don’t care.” Violet seized a plate and heaped a spoonful of congealed curry onto it. “I just need to eat. So what are you doing for the break?”
Mira dumped a pile of lukewarm curry on her plate. “Back to Essex with my dad, I guess.” The midseason break was just around the corner, after the race at Silverstone. FIA rules dictated that no one could work, so it was a forced vacation of sorts.
“You should come to Thailand with me,” Violet said as they found seats at a table.
“Why are you going to Thailand?”
Violet smirked. “I’m renting a bungalow on the beach; drinks are cheap as fuck, and hot boys will teach you to windsurf.That’swhy I’m going to Thailand. Seriously, you should come.”
“I don’t know …”
“C’mon, Mira, you need a vacation more than anyone I know.” Violet paused, eyeing her. “And you desperately need to get laid.”
