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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"Maxy, can I have this side of the closet?" I ask, waving my arms towards the left side that is slightly more empty than the other. Honestly for a man who almost always dresses the same he has one million pairs of the exact same things. Seriously, the same jeans in the same fucking size and all. Max may not know it but a clothing donation run is in his very near future.
Which is what I did with most of my place in New York so it's only fair.
In the early days of our engagement we'd lived out of hotels, wrapping up work. Work which forced us to face our very shocked parents with no time to waste at all, surprisingly only for good reactions. My parents couldn't be more thrilled, between the baby and the wedding this is the most I've talked to my mother in years. Max's mother is still kind of anonymous to me, reaching out over the phone until we met during the hotels.
A wedding is nowhere close in the horizon for us, we need to settle into life together first.
It took us two weeks to land on living together at Max's place in Monaco, and honestly it just made sense from the moment we thought about it. Much to my dismay first trimester morning sickness wouldn't allow us to stay on his boat, not to mention the size of my closet.
The sheer number of boxes that delivered from New York shocked even me.
More than that, I'm fucking giddy to open them. Which is how I find myself arms crossed, studying the closet for the best way to start which is appearing harder than I'd imagined considering now that we've finally got some time off work together Max and I would far rather dream about baby names, hit the courts, or really anything other than unpack.
This morning when I opened five boxes looking for a pair of shorts, I swore today was the last day living out of boxes in my new home. Hell, we haven't even thought of the
"Baby," Max says, pausing to plant a sweet kiss on my shoulder from behind before adding, "You thought you would have realized by I'll give you anything you wish for."
"Have I told you lately I love the way you think?" He's smooth as ever.
"Do you want to know what else I think?" He growls behind me, telling me the closet will have to wait. Emphasizing his point a large hand slips under my top to tease my nipple. The man turns me on but lately every time we got to unpack we just under up... naked.
In a last ditch attempt, "Max..." I attempt a stern voice to reprimand his wandering hand, turning around. "We need to unpack. I can't just live with these boxes everywhere."
"It will get done," He says, eyes dark with lust he takes one step forward.
So I take one step back.
Tired of playing he cuts to the chase by taking two steps forward, backing me up into his dresser with a game in his eyes light eyes, backing me up one step at a time against the dresser. "Not if we keep working all day and fucking all night."
