𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✔
｡･ﾟﾟ･book one of the 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ･ﾟﾟ･｡
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in which a marriage of convenience becomes more than what was stated in the terms and conditions.
formula one
max x fem oc
2022 season based
aug 2023 - dec 20...
[holy hell, you guys are amazing. i've watched this story go from 1k to 2.7k in less than a week. thank you for all the support and for that here is another chapter earlier than i planned. it's not edited so i apologize for any mistakes but hope you like it :) ]
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Marcy could not think of anything, but the way Max's lips felt on hers, the way it stirred up butterflies deep into the pit of her stomach, the way her core felt like it was on fire. And that was all from one few second kiss. Oh, she was in for hell. There was no way she wasn't kissing him again, this time when they were out of the public eye.
She watched as he received his trophy and then spared champagne on the other winners, his eyes met her a few times. She knew he would have a post-race conference, but he'd get a bit of cool down time in his drivers' room. Brad walked up to her.
"Max wants you to come on this side," Brad said.
"Can I do that?"
"Yes, he asked for you." Brad helped her towards where Max was getting down the stairs from the podium, his trophy in one hand and the champagne in the other.
"Here," he handed the trophy to Brad.
"You need to take team photos," Grace announced from behind Brad.
"Give me 15 minutes," Max said, before grabbing Marcy's hand with his free hand and dragging her towards the Red Bull section so he could go to his drivers' room.
"What are we doing?"
"I'm collecting my trophy," Max said.
"Didn't you already collect your trophy?" even though Marcy knew exactly what he meant she still played along.
"Sure, if a two second kiss is all I wanted." Max tuts. "If that's what you call a victory kiss woman, I'm disappointed in you."
Marcy giggled, as she followed after Max just as eager as him. She couldn't wait to attach her lips back onto his. They reached Max's drivers room, and he pulled her into the room before shutting it behind himself and locking it.
"Oh, now we are locking doors?"
"I still need to collect my trophy without interruption."
"Oh, is that so," Marcy said. Max moved closer to Marcy, backing her up towards one of the walls in the room. He glanced down at Marcy's lips for a split second.
He didn't say anything his leaned in and let their lips meet, and just like the first time his touch was overwhelming all her senses, his lips felt so soft against hers, he was so dominant in the way he was kissing yet so gentle. His hands cupped her cheeks, and he pulled her closer deepening their kiss.
His right hand moved down her body to grip her waist, he lightly squeezed. An electric feeling buzzed through Marcy's veins. It was like a mix of adrenaline and something else. It wasn't like anything she had ever felt before. It was new, foreign, and exhilarating.
