Page 96 of Close Contact
Hide and seek.
If I find you, I get to kiss you.
If you let me catch you, I get to finger fuck you.
If you run?
Well… you’ll just have to find out what happens when I catch you anyway. I’ll always be faster.
Still smiling like an idiot, I slipped out of the hospitality area and disappeared down the quieter paddock. The sun’s final rays were fading into darkness, and the lights of the paddock didn’t quite reach all the corners back here.
Three dots appeared on the screen, then stopped. I waited and kept walking—slower now. My eyes scanned the intersecting pathways and access points between hospitality units, motorhomes, and team garages. She was around here somewhere, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
Aurélie
Hmm… is spanking involved if I run?
Fuck.
Fuuuuuck.
My breath caught in my throat as my imagination ran wild with all the things I wanted to do to her. All the things Iwoulddo to her.
Would it be as fun if pain weren’t involved?
Aurélie
Mon Dieu, Cal.
We don’t have THAT much time.
Better make it count.
I grinned like a man possessed and picked up my pace, quick but controlled. The paddock was quiet now. The media was just about gone, and most of the staff had settled in for the night. Every step felt deliberate, secretive, dangerous. Reckless and clandestine—everything we were together.
I just had to catch her first.
I passed a few staff members, nodded politely, eyes scanning every path. She was good at this. No trace of her down the west wing of the paddock. No one in the outdoor seating area behind the Luminis motorhome. But I knew her, and knew she wouldn’t go far if she only had thirty minutes.
A soft scuff echoed from the lower level of the paddock suites—an old stairwell leading to a dark, rarely used press office beneath the grid admin wing.
I moved quietly. No running, just a steady, purposeful walk despite the way my pulse thundered in my ears and how compressed my cock felt beneath the zipper of my jeans.
Then I rounded the corner, and there she was. My world righted itself when I saw her tucked in the shadowed corner of the stairwell. Legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded, looking as if she’d won something already.
“You found me,” she said sweetly, eyes sparkling in the dim light. Her hair hung around her shoulders in styled curls, and she wore a short, dark dress, but I couldn’t make out many of the details in the shadows. She bit down on her plump lower lip, and all I could think about was how to get her mouth around me.
“I always will.” I didn’t waste another second. I reached her in three steps, my hands hitting the concrete wall behind her head as I pinned her there, caging her in. I kissed her, all rough and aching and full of every second I’d gone without her.
She tasted like cherries and defiance, rebellion and sin. Her lip gloss smeared between us. I licked it off her bottom lip like the fucking addict I was.
Her mouth opened for me, so perfect and responsive and all fucking mine. I wanted to keep her here forever, wanted to fuck her with my tongue and fingers and cock. Wanted to sync my heartbeat with hers and show her all the deepest, most depraved parts of my soul and give her a life we both had only ever dreamed of.
I needed it to live. I neededherto live. Before her, I was never truly alive. I was just chasing a life that meant nothing if you didn’t have someone to share it with.
I grabbed the back of her knee and hiked one leg over my hip. She melted against me with a quiet sigh, her fingers fisting in the front of my polo. I pressed her against the wall, groaning as her body aligned with mine, hips tilting just enough to make me feel everything I’d been missing.
I kissed her hard, like it could make up for lost time. For the hotel rooms we weren’t sharing. For the mornings we weren’t waking up wrapped around each other.
