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passion. I could feel it in the way she touched me. Her body screamed for a release.
    “You know her dad will kick you off the team if he catches the two of you together?” He closes the laptop and looks up at me. “I mean, look who she was with.” He brings up Rodger again.
    I roll my eyes but inside I am wondering the same thing. I mean, look at their fathers. Talk about a power couple. “Probably,” I say in all honestly. But Mr. Knight told me he isn’t where he is today without taking risks. And she is a risk I’m willing to take.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    TABATHA
     
     
    “You’re joking?” Jackie asks rubbing suntan lotion on her white as snow skin.
    “I wish I were,” I say lying on a lawn chair by my parents’ pool. It’s been two days since the day I came home to find Dash sitting in my father’s office. And I’m still as pissed as I was the second I realized he knew who I was.
    It was my fault. I was stupid enough to sleep with him without even bothering to find out who he was. I just wanted someone to get over Rodger, and of course like a slut, I jumped in bed with the first guy that I found attractive.
    “How could he have known who you were though?”
    “The internet.” I roll my eyes behind my Dolce shades. “There’s pictures of me on there with my father’s racing team.” She knows this. Then all the pictures of Rodger and me, of course.
    “But in the past they dated you for a little bit while they tried to get close to your dad. Erik had already been signed.”
    I shake my head. “Technically he was signing that very next morning,” I remind her.
    “It doesn’t make sense. I can’t see him doing that.”
    I arch a dark eyebrow. “Oh? Are you two best friends now?”
    She shakes her head. “I just saw the way he looked at you the night of his party. Trust me when I say this. He was thinking how to get you up to his bed—not how you could further his racing career.” She then tilts her head to the side and frowns, “That sounded worse.” She says confused by her statement.
    I close my eyes as I turn over onto my stomach to let my back get some sun. We lie basking in the sun in silence for a few minutes until I hear Jackie speak.
    “I, uh, am going to go get something to eat. Want anything?” she asks sounding flustered.
    “Sure. Bring me some ice cream.” Aunt Flow is about to visit and my main craving is ice cream. Mint chocolate chip is to die for.
    She doesn’t respond, but I hear her get up and her feet slap against the hot concrete as she walks away.
    I let out a long sigh as those gray eyes come to mind. I wish I could forget what happened that night at his party. It’s all I see now. I liked it better when my memory was still hazy and hung-over.
     
    We crash through his bedroom door. He shoves my back against the door slamming it shut in the process. His lips are on mine as his tongue shoves its way into my mouth. I feel his hands on the hem of my shirt and he goes to pull his mouth away to lift my shirt. But I grab ahold of him and pull him into me. His hands rise and rip my shirt off as I moan into his mouth. My bra disappears and his hand lands on my breast roughly. He takes my nipple between two fingers and pinches it so hard I pull away and scream out.
    I’m panting and pushing my hips into him, needing more. I drop to my knees and start to undo his belt. “Shit,” he hisses placing his hands behind his head as I free his rather large dick. I lick my lips and take his hard dick into my mouth.
    He then slams a fist against the door as the other hand finds its way into my hair. I pull him to the back of my throat and his nails dig into my scalp. I pull away as I lick up his long hard shaft. I come to the top and swirl my tongue around the head.
    “God, Tabatha,” he growls as his other hand finds its way into my hair as well. He grips it tightly and pushes his hips forward. I suck taking him to the back once again. “Fuck,” he hisses. “I wanna fuck you