Illicit Affairs

Chapter 3

Ryan's POV

"What are you doing?" I stifled a yawn as I cracked my eyes open to see Mia struggling with the zipper of her scandalously short, low cut black dress.

"I have to run home then shower and change before I head to the shop. We have a lot of last minute things to go over before we fly out to Daytona this evening." She explained.

I sat up and helped her with her zipper, resisting the urge to caress her smooth skin when what I really wanted to do was remove the dress and drag her back into my bed. I still can't believe Mia and me... Damn what a night. Seeing her in that bar last night downing a tequila shot made me really see her as a grown woman. A very beautiful one, instead of the little girl with the blonde pigtails playing Barbie's with Erin.

Mia Davenport was very addicting. One taste of her and I was hooked, which was why I asked her to stay the night. Three fucks later, and I still hadn't had enough. I'm well aware that she's got a bit of a reputation. I've heard a few stories but I never expected Rick Hendrick's pampered little princess to be such a wildcat in bed. I had the scratch marks to prove it.

"I guess I'll see you in Daytona." I said, trying to send her a hint.

"Yep. I'll be around." She then leaned down and brushed her lips softly against mine. "Thanks for last night Ry. I had a great time."

I tried to brush off my disappointment that she made it sound like just a casual hookup, yet I don't know what more I expected. It was just supposed to be rebound sex.

"Have a good flight." I added as she tossed me a little wave before walking out the door. I could hear her soft footsteps carry down the stairs and finally the front door closed shut. I shook my head and chuckled. Why am I even questioning this? I just got out of a relationship. The last thing I needed was to jump into another one, especially with someone who is clearly not the relationship type. I got exactly what I needed which was mind blowing sex with an absolute smoke show.

As I was about to hit the shower, I had a FaceTime call come through from Chase.

"Hey man, just checking in. I wanted to see how you were doing." He said.

"I'm good. Why wouldn't I be?" I shrugged.

"Figured you'd be nursing a broken heart, but damn...you clearly got laid last night." He chuckled.

"Maybe I did." I huffed.

"Of course you did. She marked you up pretty good. Is that a hickey? And scratch marks? Wild woman." He laughed.

"Well, I didn't feel like sitting around feeling sorry for myself so I went out to Pier 7 for a drink and met a hot little brunette." I smirked.

"How hot?" He asked. "I'm in a committed relationship and now that you are the single guy I have to live vicariously through you."

"Smoking hot. Let's just say she was fascinated by my nipples and tattoos. She also liked ripping the buttons off my shirt. Anything else I tell you would definitely be TMI." I said with a laugh, although the memory of last night was getting me extremely aroused.

"You dog." He chuckled.

"Yeah. Listen man, thanks for checking in, but I gotta run. Got a lot of last minute stuff to do before I fly out. Call me when you get to the track and we'll grab a beer."

"Will do." He replied, then disconnected the call. Now I need a cold shower.

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Mia's POV

I can't believe I am arriving at my office doing the walk of shame, but damn my body is sore in all the right places and in the absolute best way. I should have known that all night fucking would have me walking funny, but I just couldn't control myself.