Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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I've been looking forward to the hot lap in Miami ever since Max texted me about it on the flight over. Successfully avoiding any drunken risky business in Australia had gone well and we hadn't spent much time together since. No matter, there is no way I would ever turn down the chance for a hot lap.
Especially not with him.
I scheduled Lance's PT to start minutes before the hot lap bud I still had to book it over here.
Max us already in the car when I slip in, and he gives me a wink as the door closes behind us.
"Ready for this?"
"Born ready." I put on my bravest face, and we speed away.
It's positively exhilarating, speeding around the track so fast I blink and we've turned a corner back to the garages.
"Noooo!" I whine as it comes to an end.
He doesn't look at me, keeping his eyes on the road. He laughs deeply "A woman after my own heart."
My heart soars at the words, or maybe the adrenaline. "Don't you forget it."
He gave me the last slot of the day so we could have dinner after and we head out of the garage, still buzzing over the drive.
By the time we make it through dinner, we have a table of empty glasses and sides in literal pain from laughing so much.
Fuck, we have so much fun together.
Maybe it's the alcohol but the latest girls chat bubbles to my mind, begging me to ask him. Besides them Max has been my closest friend these last few weeks so I may as well.
I've got to know if I'm all alone here.
"Max, do you think everyone in a relationship does oral sex?"
He chokes on his whiskey at the my sudden topic change.
"I find the fact that your asking me that alarming." He raises an eyebrow, looking at me curiously.
I wave off his concern, taking another long swig. "Just the girls were talking about it and it made me think."
"Are you telling me that you haven't had oral sex lately?"
Lately is an understatement.
More like in years at this point. "I wouldn't say that." I try to remain coy, failing miserably as evidenced by his roar of laughter.
