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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A quick bit from Going For The Gap:
He takes his sweet time pouring my second shot and I survey the room for a quick escape or even better, another bar only to find neither.
"Pippppppper," He draws out each syllable out in an eerily way. He's definitely gives off the vibe that you don't want to be caught alone in an alley with him. Shaking my head and trying to shake off the slight fear with it away with it he continues on"I can't wait to scream your name tonight Piper. When you see how big I am, you'll scream too."
What the hell. The panic of common sense takes over my steely nerves and immediately I know it's time to walk away. It's more than your average creep.
Before I can flee the scene a toned arm clad in a very, very nice watch snakes it's way around my waist defensively "Where the hell do you get off talking to my girl like that?" The Monegasque accent behind the arm can only belong to one person in this room: Charles.
I relax into his touch, my unease immediately soothed. Is Charles really the kind of guy to confront another man at a bar over gross comments? I would have never guessed from his interviews. He always comes off as very tame, but this is something different entirely.
"Ap-Apologies sir. I, uh - I thought she was here alone." Our bartender changes his tune like real quick. Thank fuck. That was going nowhere good, and fast.
"And this is how you talk to women who are alone? Can't imagine you have a very high success rate getting them home." Charles pushes further with a scolding tone. Knight in shining armor, please make sure I still get my tequila I silently wish.
"Sorry sir, won't happen again sir." The once ominous man is now meek as he slides us the last two shots only to immediately turn tail and run to the other end of the bar.
I'm so glad to be rid of him and I quickly take our shots and turn to face my rescuer. His firm grip doesn't move off my waist as I turn so we are suddenly very, very close.
Holy hell, he is so much better looking in person. It could be the tequila and the chivalry adding to it, but damn. My lower body starts to tingle a bit so I shift my weight a little forcing his hand to slid lower onto my bum. My ass looks great in this dress and a girl has to play to her assets.
"Do you rescue strangers often?" I blurt out the first non sexual thought that crosses my mind.
"Strangers? I'd say we're at least friends Piper." His eye contact is intense. My heart feels like it's absolutely going to tear out of my chest so I do the only thing I can and keep the eye contact. I haven't felt this hot for a man in a very, very long time.
Slow your role Amelia, he hasn't even made a move I try to remind myself.
"Ah, how did you come to that conclusion?" the way he's looking me up and down down promises me I'm not the only one feeling the sexual tension in this conversation. He pulls me the slightest bit closer and it's clear we're playing chicken now.
I move my leg closer now so I can almost feel the outline of his cock. Daring him. He cocks a dark eyebrow and lowers his hand...
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Off The Track Series 2 - Without a Little Risk Excerpt:
I don't even know where to begin.
I should walk away now. But something is keeping my feet planted right where they are.
"You're quieter than I remember," He jokes with me, pushing my shoulder lightly in jest. A light touch that hits me like I've been electrocuted.
My eyes widen and I can't help looking into his. He looks equally surprised.
Did he feel that too?
Or am I just losing my damn mind right now?
We don't say anything.
But we know.
We both know.
Remembering how to speak again, I find myself wanting to spill everything. Maybe it's just the tequila talking. Damn it, this is why I stick with vodka. Something about this moment, about the way he's looking at me tells me it would be okay. I'm bewitched, so I say "Actually, I've been wanting to-"
"There you are!" The frenchman I had completely forgotten about appears, wrapping his arm around me like it's the most natural thing in the world. "Ready?" He asks.
