Throttled (Dirty Air, #1)

by Lauren Asher

“Quit harassing my girlfriend, Santiago.” Noah trails into our conversation. He makes his smug presence known, his palm tapping my ass before sliding into the back pocket of my jeans.

Looks like I went to hell and back, scoring an angel along the way.

My heart swelled at the look of appreciation my parents offered him, both of them unaware of how much it means to Noah to have someone rooting for his team. Noah, a man denied love and affection, craves my family’s acceptance more than anything.

Noah speeds up at a turn, pushing his car to the limit, sparks flying from his rear wing. He overtakes Liam in one of the last corners. “Great job, babe! That was an amazing one. I knew you could do it.” “Maya?” his voice rasps. “Yup?” “Keep talking. I love hearing your voice.” Happy to oblige.

fidget with her engagement ring in a calming gesture to remind myself she is all mine. For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health. With orgasms forever and always. Okay, the last part is part of our private vows.

The kiss is invigorating, knowing Maya’s the only woman I want. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.

“Okay, all done.” She bends over and checks out her new gift. “Whoa. Explain.” I trace the garter belt. “This is made from the fabric of the Barcelona Grand Prix’s checkered flag. That was the moment I was truly screwed with you because I gave up a win to make you smile.” Maya’s smile expands. “I knew it!”