“Jameson, this is a bad idea.” “No...it’s not.” “Yes it is.” “No,” he shook his head kissing down the curve of my neck; my dress came up in the next motion. “It’s a good idea, a very good dirty idea. We like dirty, remember?” Jameson groaned against my neck, pushing his hips into mine. “Dirty is good.” Yes...I remember very well, but this in fact is a bad idea. There Jameson and I were up against the billboards on the other side of the track with the World of Outlaws on the track, racing the C-Feature event. Jameson would be racing in the A-Feature because miraculously, Justin brought a sprint car for him. All part of their plan I think. I got sidetracked, back to what’s important. There was nobody out here but us and on the other side of this billboard, five thousand screaming fans watching a race at a track Jameson and I ran. But here we were, going at it against the billboards. It’s no wonder I got knocked up. “Jameson...” I breathed when his mouth went to my collarbone.
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