She fixes engines. I break hearts.
One full-throttle kiss with a sexy stranger—I’m instantly obsessed.
As an F1 champ with a dirty mind, I don’t do relationships.
Not until I meet June Kennedy.
She’s the mechanic I’m stuck running a go-kart camp with.
Sharp-tongued, stubborn, and completely immune to my charm.
A town full of people dying for an autograph—she looks at me like I’m a traffic cone.
I push, she shoves back. I flirt, she rolls her eyes.
Yet her body trembles and leans in—even when her sassy mouth says otherwise.
Before June, I was nothing but pit stops.
For her, it’s all in or nothing.
She worries I’ll get bored and leave.
But every second with her is a hairpin turn—no brakes, pure adrenaline.
Her first moans. Her tentative hands. Her uncharted heart—with guardrails.
I’m aching to be the exception.
To be let in—because she’s my home.
I’ve never wanted anyone more.
And when I want something, I don’t just chase it.
I race straight through the finish line to take it.
