Chapter 20
JESSICA
Luke flies past the first sector, with a purple time turning up on the screen. That means he’s been the fastest driver in that sector today. He keeps the pace up, and the margin is close when he completes the second sector.
He receives a green time, meaning someone else has driven that sector faster than him, but he’s still in contention for pole position.
I’ve secured myself a favourite driver for this season, and when all the other drivers complete their laps, Luke is the one who stays on top of the board.
Although I know he probably won’t look at his phone, I still send a text congratulating him.
The paddock is buzzing with excitement.
The golden boy is on top.
Our team can’t get an interview with Luke because he’s the centre of attention, but we do manage to get one with Peter. He keeps glancing over at where I’m standing with Molly, but I keep my focus on my beautiful notepad and start writing my to-do list for the evening before tomorrow’s race.
Molly sighs beside me, looking over at Peter.
“He’s so good looking,” she says quietly. Peter is a handsome man with dirty blond hair and a bright smile that he often uses to win over the ladies.
He looks every bit like the surfer boys you see in Australian TV shows, with tan skin and bright smiles, but his looks don’t make my heart race like the man who just texted me back.
Luke: Thanks babe. Hopefully, Peter the stick doesn’t bother you and asks for your number again.
I look up and around, but I can’t see Luke anywhere. I smile down at my phone.
Jessica: I only have eyes for one driver.
Luke: One lucky driver, that is.
When Peter finishes his interview, he comes over to where Molly and I are standing.
“Hello, ladies. Would you like to join me for a celebration drink later this evening?” I cringe at his comment.
Celebration drink?
He just drove into a P4 position, making it harder for him to keep the lead, but it seems like the only thing that matters to him is celebrating a mediocre result.
Molly perks up beside me, but I jump in before she has the chance.
“I’m so sorry, Peter, I’m all booked with work this evening, but I’m sure Molly here would love to keep you company.” She looks at me with wide eyes, clearly hesitant to go alone.
I offer her a reassuring smile, and they waltz off. I watch them go, wondering what the rules are when it comes to dating drivers.
Does it matter?
Is it against any rules?
I didn’t thoroughly research this before coming here.
I wasn’t exactly preparing to go on romantic dates or get fingered to orgasms in cars during my internship.
That memory makes my skin tingle.
I feel arms wrap around my stomach, and Luke nuzzles into my neck.
“Hey, beautiful.” He kisses my cheek, and I feel myself burning up, both from the memory of last night and his presence.
He steps back and stands in front of me, looking a little puzzled at me.
“What is going on with you? You look all flushed.” He says, making me blush that much harder.
“I was just thinking about.. things..” I say, and Luke quickly catches on, giving me a sneaky smile.
“I’ve been thinking about things all day, mostly involving you. Come with me to my hotel today?” He looks at me, a pleading expression on his face.
“I would like that, but I have a lot of work to do, Luke, and if I come with you, I won’t be able to finish.”
Part of my job is to provide input for our article, which will discuss the predictions for the upcoming race.
“Oh, I would definitely make sure that you finish.” He winks at me, and I roll my eyes at him—such a guy sometimes.
“What if I promise to keep my hands to myself? No funny business, at least not until you’re done working.” He says with the most adorable face.
How can I say no to that?
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We’re heading up to his hotel room, and so far, he’s been on his best behaviour. Only doing what I’ve labelled as safe touching—no kissing with tongue, just hand-holding and light touches on my lower back.
When we get to his room, Luke shows me to an office space where I can work while he takes a shower.
Even though part of my mind is thinking about Luke, naked in a steaming hot shower, I do my best to focus on my to-do list.
The faster I complete my work, the sooner I can spend time with him. Writing our report is extra easy when it features the man a few meters away.
Pride swells in my chest when I go over the qualifying lap times and see that Luke dominated the grid today.
He is truly remarkable, given how he has bounced back from the initial setbacks.
I finish working just as Luke pops his head inside the office, letting me know dinner is ready.
We sit down and eat with Robert, who tells us all about his recent adventures in Japanese food shops and markets. He mentions that he likes to buy local produce and vary his cooking while they’re traveling.
“Feeding this man could be a lot worse. Imagine if he only wanted ramen noodles and pastries for dinner.” Robert says before continuing.
“I’ve heard some scary stories about athletes who don’t take care of their nutrition, and I can’t imagine having to cook for someone who only wants to eat the same things repeatedly or fuel their body with junk.” Robert appears to genuinely enjoy his job.
“Yeah, you got the best of the best,” Luke says, making all of us laugh.
“Have you told her about your sweet tooth?” Robert asks him.
“I have,” Luke says and I smile, remembering our date back in Baku, and Luke telling me that he enjoys baking.
Who would have thought that our silly game of questions would eventually lead to me sitting here with Luke and his personal chef, sharing stories and having lovely dinners.
When we’re done eating and cleaning up, Robert leaves us for the night.
“Time for dessert,” Luke says, and I head toward the freezer.
“What’s for dessert? Did Robert leave ice cream or something?” I search around the freezer looking for something sweet when Luke comes up behind me.
“I was thinking I could have you.” He nuzzles me behind my ear.
“I thought we were behaving ourselves, mister Hastings.” I tease him back.
“I only promised to be a gentleman until you finished working.” I turn in his arms, wrapping my hands around his neck and shoulders.
“What did you have in mind?”
With the way he’s looking at me right now, I’d probably let him do anything he wanted.
“I promised we wouldn’t go all the way too fast, but I’m a starving man, Jessica. I believe the only way to cure my hunger is to lay you out on top of this table and let me have you for dessert.”
My breath catches in my throat.
I’m burning up again, and he hasn’t even started touching me. He sure knows how to make me feel alive.
“How can I deprive a starved man of his only wish?” Luke pushes me down onto the table, getting straight to work. He kisses down my neck, and his fingers trail up my legs.
I might have been craving some action when I was getting dressed this morning, so the sight that awaits Luke is black stockings and a matching thong under my skirt.
When he feels the exposed skin under my skirt, he raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
“What do we have here?” He moves down my body and lifts my skirt above my butt. He exhales sharply when he notices the stockings and underwear.
“Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me, Jessica?” I laugh and grab his collar before pulling him down for a quick kiss.
“I have to see you looking hot and sweaty in your racing suit all day long, so I wanted to give you a peek at what I’ve been wearing for you.”
It felt good to get dressed with Luke in mind. Seeing his reaction, even better.
“Remind me to fuck you in my racing suit whenever we get to that stage.” He tells me like he just told me the weather forecast before getting back to touching me in all the right places.
That image sends a new wave of desire through my body.
He kisses down my throat, unbuttoning my blouse and kissing my nipples through the fabric of my bra. He drags the blouse off before making quick work on my bra, tossing that aside.
When my boobs are free, he gives a small bite to my nipple, making me gasp before sucking it into his mouth.
He gives the other nipple the same attention before moving down my stomach. When he moves below my belly button, he looks at me through his lashes, offering the most wicked smile I’ve seen on a man.
His gaze, his hunger for me, it’s like he lives for pleasuring me.
He kisses me on top of my thong, and I gasp. He ignites me with his touch, leaving me dizzy with the tension and desire between us.
“I can’t wait to taste this cunt properly.
I know my sweet princess will make me fucking addicted.
” He grabs my thong and pulls it down my legs.
Luke settles into me, roughly grabbing my thighs with his arms. He takes a deep breath, and seeing him on his knees for me might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
My pulse is pounding in my chest. Luke quickly licks up my folds, and I nearly explode at the first contact of his tongue.
“Oh god, Luke, it’s too much.” I start to close my legs, but Luke only tightens his hold on me.
“You can handle it, Jessica, and you will handle it. Now, lie back, grab my hair, and hang on.” He wastes no time before getting to work, and all my doubts fly out the window.
He spreads my folds and starts fucking me with his tongue.
When he adds his fingers to the mix, I start thrashing around, but Luke holds me steady as he continues driving his fingers inside me as his tongue is working my clit.
“So fucking good.” He looks intoxicated to me, and I’ve never felt more confident and sexier than right now. He ignites me with his touch and awakens parts of myself I’ve only ever imagined in my mind.
I’ve always craved the sizzling passion, but no one has ever come close to making me feel the way Luke does.
“Luke, I’m close,” I tell him, lying my head back on the table.