Page 91 of Close Contact
I raised my hand. “Are we considering revised guidelines on minimum leaving room requirements? It was mentioned in the notes emailed to all of us yesterday.”
The steward nodded. “We’ll clarify that in the driver’s meeting tomorrow.”
Kimi leaned toward me and elbowed my arm. “You’re being awfully engaged for someone who’s mentally getting railed right now.”
I scowled at him but didn’t dignify him with an answer. In my periphery, Callum’s head tilted just slightly almost as though he was trying to hear what Kimi had murmured to me.
My phone vibrated on my thigh, but I didn’t pick it up right away. I was the one who started all of this, anyway. Because as soon as we’d left the meeting room with our teams, I’d excused myself to use the restroom and took the opportunity to send Callum a dirty picture. I’d unzipped my team jacket, where underneath I wore a V-cut sports bra—I had a workout scheduled after this meeting—and pressed my arms together. It made the swell of my tits lookfantastic.
It was a great selfie. A subtle lip bite, the angle from high up so he had a straight view at my breasts, the taut skin of my stomach on full display.
My message to him was clear and taunting.
Bet you miss this mouth.
He hadn’t responded to that one in words. He just sent the peach emoji, the tongue and a devil face. Which, in Callum Fraser sext, was practically poetry.
I had no one to blame but myself. Okay, and him, because he was dishing it right back.
The session wrapped with a reminder that all incidents would be monitored more closely this weekend and it may take longer to hear from Race Control of potential penalties. And that said penalties would be harsher for repeat offenders.
Ahem. Looking at you, Morel.
I internally rolled my eyes at that warning, because that was a fat fucking lie. They weren’t even listening to my warnings about Morel and his posse of little bitch drivers who couldn’t handle losing to a woman.
Sexist assholes. All of them.
“Let’s keep it clean this weekend, yeah?” the first representative said.
Too late for that.
I stood, stretched, and grabbed my phone, quickly unlocking it and tilting the screen so no one could see whatever he’d sent next.
Callum
I swear to God, if I don’t get to fuck that perfect mouth again soon, I’m going to lose it. Every time I close my eyes I see you choking on me like the good girl you are. I need you. I’m not sure I can handle jacking off to only the sound of your voice again.
Please.
I snickered, even though my blood heated and my nipples hardened. I wanted to let him sit with that feeling for a bit.
It’s been, like, two days.
Callum
Yeah, and I’m DYING.
“Do I even want to know what you two are talking about?” Kimi asked from beside me as we left the room.
I shook my head. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” I threw a glance over my shoulder to see Callum watching me as all the drivers shuffled to leave. Smirking, I faced forward once more and ignored his text.
Barcelona hadbarelystarted, the stupid fucking new rules of our PR teams still fresh, and we were already suffering.
The rest of the season was going to be long.
I sighed impatientlyand flipped the pen through my fingers. I was half listening to the chatter around me, but as usual, my mind was anywhere but here. The last time I saw Aurélie was yesterday during the debrief. Our teams were doing as they promised by keeping us apart, and seemingly on opposite ends of the paddock entirely.
My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall across the room. I hated that I couldn’t stop keeping track.
