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Genre: M/F Erotic Romance
When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.
Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.
So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.
However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.
Dean flicked on a light over the small office area. A milky glow spread across the pale grey floor, and the car adopted its usual shine.
“Is there a problem with it?” she asked, walking up to the nose end.
She pressed the tip of her finger to the surface and smoothed over the word McLaren. “This machine is beautiful.”
“You really love Formula One, don’t you?” He was right behind her.
“Yeah, I guess. Always have and always will.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
She molded herself to him, more than happy to be in his arms and feel the strength of his body pushing up against hers.
“The machine is beautiful,” he set a gentle kiss on her lips, “but nothing compared to you.”
“I’m not beautiful.” She shook her head.
He frowned. “Why would you say that?”
“I’m a tomboy. I don’t have long blonde hair, big tits, and I’m certainly not into makeup and fancy clothes.”
He raised his eyebrows as though surprised by this outburst. “You think those things make a woman beautiful?”
“Well, yeah, isn’t that why you sleep with groupies?” She pulled in a breath. Why the hell was she starting this conversation now?
“Bloody hell.” He shook his head and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “For the record, I no longer sleep with groupies, haven’t for a while, years, in fact.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Sex is great, yeah. I won’t deny I couldn’t live without it, but sex with no emotion, no deeper connection… Let’s just say that gets old, and I’m over it.”
“So you’re not into one-night-stands?”
“Not anymore.” He paused. “And definitely not with you.”
Her mind spun. She ran her hands down his back, tracing the shape of his spine and the thickly roped muscles that lined it. “I don’t understand.”
“All I’m trying to say is I want more from my future than a string of women whose faces and names blur into one. I want…” He paused and kissed her, pulled her closer. “I want someone to spend time with in and out of bed.”
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. Had Dean been thinking the same things as her? That maybe their connection, their attraction, could turn into something more? “I enjoyed today,” she managed.
“Me, too. In fact, I enjoyed spending time with you on a boat nearly as much as enjoyed being in bed with you last night.”
“Nearly?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Come on, I’m a bloke. Rowing or sex?” He chuckled. “Sex is always going to win out. And sex with you… Well, let’s just say your sexy little body really hits the spot for me.”
Frankie giggled. “You hit the spot for me, too.”
He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her. In an instant, the atmosphere changed. His breaths increased, blowing hot and hard on her cheek. He roamed his hands to her ass and dragged her close, pulling her against his groin.
She moaned into his mouth as the solidity of his erection, even through material, sent a shot of lust through her body. Damn it, she wanted him. Now.
But, God, could they? Here?
“Frankie,” he murmured, slipping his hands to the base of her T-shirt. “I need you.”
Manic Readers – 5 Stars! Loved the title & the story, loved the characters, loved the detailed insight into the world of racing, with all the problems (who would think of a flapping visor being a problem, unless you knew the sport, which I don’t?), what detailed analysis & work goes into that multimillion dollar machine & its driver.
Sassy’s Sex Toy Reviews – This is just as the name suggests – fast-paced, action packed and hot as hell! There’s no holding back here and Lily explores every avenue with this heart warming tale of triumph, secrets, love and lust.
Erotica For All – Overall, this is a fun, sexy, intriguing story with plenty of sparks and super-hot sex scenes. You definitely don’t need to be into Formula One to read this – just erotic romance with lashings of heat.