Page 38 of Drive Me Wild
I leave you alone for a few hours and you find yourself a sugar daddy?
Josie Bancroft
That’s Claude. I’m on a guided tour, and he’s my walking buddy/new friend.
Theo Walker
Walking buddy? Bancroft, he’s ancient. There’s no way that man is walking anywhere but the nearest bench.
Rather than telling me to “play nice,” Josie replies with another photo of her and her new bestie. They’re wearing matching smiles in front of some ancient-looking church.
We text back and forth a few more times before I focus my attention back on the meeting. It’s mind-numbingly boring to listen as our sponsors go over numbers, statistics, and ROI. None of us race for the money. I mean, yes, it’s a nice perk, but you don’t spend years dedicating yourself to a sport for a paycheck. You do it because you love it, because honestly, the money part ends up being the most frustrating and least pleasant part to deal with.
The meeting wraps in the late afternoon and I slam my computer closed with a resoundingthump.
Fuck Avery. Missing that meeting would’ve been detrimental. There’s nothing worse than sponsors thinking you’re not fully committed to winning, and therefore bringing in money. Especially when your contract is up in the air.
I take a shower to relieve some tension and am drying off when someone timidly knocks on my hotel room door.
“I’m not here,” I call out.A.k.a go the fuck away.
I’m in a pissy mood, I can’t help it. No part of me wanted to spend my day looking at Avery’s face through my computer screen. Not when I could’ve been walking behind Josie, taking in the sight of her arse while she took in the sights of the city.
Another knock comes a few seconds later.Take a fucking hint. “Go away,” I shout. “Please.”
That doesn’t work either, because the gentle knocking goes to full-blown smacks. I swing the door open, ready to yell at whoever it is, but swallow back my anger once I see it’s Josie.
“Oh.” I rub my forehead to ease the pounding. “Hey.”
Josie pushes past me and into the room without saying a word. I shut the door behind me before tightening the towel wrapped around my waist.
When Josie turns around to face me, her eyes roam across my half-naked body and my skin ignites with desire.Touch me,taste me, tease me.Brushing a hand through my still wet hair, I stay silent as she continues her appraisal. She somehow looks completely innocent and promiscuous as fuck.
It may sound cocky, but there’s a reason I’ve been included inPeoplemagazine’s Sexiest Man Alive list multiple times. I take care of my body, train regularly with Russell, eat a balanced diet of carbs, proteins, and vegetables, and try to get at least seven hours of sleep a night. The way Josie’s staring at me? I’m self-conscious for the first time in my entire life—every part of my body feels exposed.
Neither of us says a word, but the heated tension swirls in front of us like an invisible wall.
“I want you.” Her voice is steady, but a wild pink color washes her cheeks.
It’s only been six hours since we last saw one another, and nothing about her behavior this morning indicated we’d be doing anything unclothed tonight. I take a small step forward to test the waters. “Did spending time with an old man make you horny for a young one?”
“You should be thanking that old man,” Josie says seriously. “He’s the reason I’m… applying for benefits. Friends with benefits. Not credit card benefits. Obviously.”
My laugh is loud and long. “Do I want to know?”
Josie shrugs weakly, shifting from the balls of her feet to the heels. There’s no reason for her to be nervous. All I’ve wanted to do since we first slept together is have a sequel. I frame her face with my hands, smiling down at her anxious face. She searches my eyes for some indication that I want the same, some reassurance that I want her as badly as she wants me.
I answer her with a kiss that’s like London’s fog—lazy, thick, and overpowering. Her lips press against mine in equal passion, our tongues dancing and twisting. When her fingers trail across the fuzz leading down my lower abs to where my towel sits on my hips, I let out a deep groan and lean back.
“Are you sure,” I take a strangled breath, “you want to do this?”
She bites her full lip in cute nervousness, then slowly tugs the damp towel from my waist. It pools at my feet and my dick springs up, tall and hard like a flagpole. Josie hesitantly wraps her warm hand around me and asks me something, but it goes in one ear and out the other. I’m too focused on how she’s slowly stroking me, making me somehow harder than I thought was humanly possible. I’m like goddamnIron Man.
“Jos,” I say, panting as she finds a rhythm. “You could ask me to steal the Declaration of Independence right now, and I’d say yes. Can you repeat yourself?”
She bursts out laughing. “Did you seriously just bring up the plot toNational Treasurewhile my hand is wrapped around you? Because Nicolas Cage is a total boner-killer.”
“Ask me the question again while your hand isn’t,” I hiss as she swipes her thumb over my tip, swiping away the pre-cum, “jerking me off. Please.”
