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It’s a bad idea.

“Touching your feet is too intimate, but this is okay?”

She smiles at me, a big grin, playful and confident.

I can’t resist.

I pull the dress up. The hem creeps up her legs as I’m scrunching it together and when it’s a tangle of material at her waist, I lift the whole thing up, pulling it over her head.

She gives a languid arc as the dress gets pulled free and a shake of her head when I pull it over her head.

It’s a plain cotton thing and I throw it aside.

She’s wearing plain panties and a bra, and long tendrils of golden hair hangs down over her chest and her breasts. Her nipples are showing through the thin material.

Her eyes are dark and fastened on mine.

If I glance down, she’ll win.

I keep my eyes on hers, fighting a raging erection. I remember how her flesh trembles with each step, how soft her arms are.

I want to kiss the curve of her neck, at her shoulders.

I want to dig my fingers into her thighs and watch the flesh there bulge and I want to pull them apart and kneel there.

Not while she’s drunk. And never before a race.

Because I know she wants me to, I don’t touch her again.

I step back and give her a nod. Turn on my heel. Stride out the room towards the living room, falling down on the couch.

I am gloriously, furiously angry.

Fuck. I think, drunk on how much I want her.

Tomorrow I could win.

6

Chapter 6

CAMILLE

I’m trackside with a pounding hangover.

We’re filming the pit crew of Skorost, who are based right next to Delta Victor. I saw Finn this morning as he came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist.

His whole torso is covered in intricate tattoos. If he wore a short-sleeved shirt, you would never even know it was there. The tattoo, a highly detailed thing, travels over the smooth planes of his stomach and disappears beneath the edge of the towel.

He raises an eyebrow, amused.

“Want to see the rest?” he asks.

I jump out of bed, realise I’m dressed only in my underwear, and dive back under the covers with a yelp.

“Oh my god.” I groan from beneath the covers.

He laughs. “Look, after last night I’d hate to just leave, but I have to-”