Page 53 of Homecoming

“In other news, it seems that there’s one less Formula One driver on the market, ladies.

Ian Williams is apparently dating PR specialist and blogger extraordinaire, Lola Adams.

The pair has been seen a few times having dinner together. And last night, while exiting the track after the race, they dropped any pretense.

The love match exited the establishment, looking rather lost to one another. While holding hands, they couldn’t stop looking at each other with quite telling smiles, if I do say so myself.

The news broke after a rather difficult time in Ian’s life, what with the tragedy of his past being discussed and broken into pieces. It showed just how far some of my colleagues would go with spinning the tale and telling lies.

Williams, who was seen in a foul mood through all of this—not that we could blame him—has stayed silent until the very end.

Thankfully, he had Miss Adams to help him navigate through rough times until the truth of the accident came out.

On the off chance that they’re watching, let me say how completely heartbroken I am to hear about this sad accident you had to go through. I’m sure that all the attention couldn’t be easy, and it brought back demons from the past.

I wish you a successful rest of the season, and can’t wait to see you finally grab that third championship.

The fact that you reconnected with your childhood sweetheart is wonderful, and I’m so happy she was there to lean on.

Oh, to be in Miss Lola’s place….”

“Oh, my God.” I sat in the bed, the sheets pooling down around me. “Oh, my God.”

“What?” Ian stirred beside me, his groggy voice awakening every cell in me, making my blood warm and going south to gather in that one spot.

The memory of last night, after we left the track, played heavily on my mind, and not helping matters, it seemed that Ian was dead set on proving to me how sorry he was. Apparently, that included giving me five orgasms. By the end of the night, I thought I would die from exhaustion.

“Oh, my God.” I did my best to ignore the tingles. “How could we be so stupid?”

“Baby, what?” he muttered, but obviously he didn’t catch on because his hand reached out and connected with my skin.

“Oh, my God.” This time, the statement came out breathy. I lost vision of the TV set even though I had been staring at it like it was the reason for my existence.

But, when his palm cupped my bare breast, and his thumb circled my nipple, everything else ceased to matter.

“Baby,” Ian groaned, seeing my reaction.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall on the back of my neck.

He pinched my nipple.

“Ian,” I moaned.

After last night, I wouldn’t have thought I would want him that much, that soon, but there I was, needing him even more.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he scooted closer to me until his naked body was plastered to my side.

I started hyperventilating.

Ian Williams was in my bed.

Again.

And he was naked.

Again.

Would this ever stop being a surprise?