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Race track owner, Alyssa Palmer has loved Newt Rodgers since they were in junior high, but being the local dirt-track race car driver, he has beautiful women standing in line to jumpstart his engine. An almost episode in the ladies room at Trudy's bar only makes Alyssa that much more aware of him.
Newt can't forget the night he had Alyssa Palmer--his best friend’s sister for Pete’s sake--up against the stall wall...or the lacy red underwear he nearly got past before they were interrupted. Who knew the grease-stained tomboy he'd worked alongside in the pits would be hiding such treasures? But he was more than ready to find out what else was under her hood.
Newt's chances to take the checkered flag with Alyssa are threatened when a corporate backer wearing high heels and a tight skirt offers to sponsor him in the big time. He'd be a fool to turn down the opportunity, and Alyssa knows she can't compete--not with the elegant beauty or her money. Can she stand by while he races toward his dream of fame and fortune, or will she finally put the pedal to the metal and make a move of her own?
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Damn, she looks fine.
Newt scratched his chin with the back of his right hand, a dirty oil rag firmly in his left, as he rose from underneath the hood of the Chevrolet. Her long, blonde ponytail swished from side to side as she walked down the banking; her breasts mimicked the motion. It was enough to give him a hard-on, exactly what he didn't need since Janie Hayden's brunette bob swayed in her shadow.
He smiled and began wiping his hands on the rag. It was nice to be home again, nice to be surrounded by familiar faces and scenery. Alyssa Palmer fit into both of those categories quite easily. A friend since childhood, she was most certainly damn fine to look at. Newt particularly enjoyed thinking about the night they'd gotten drunk and almost had sex after the race season ended five months earlier.
The usual gang from the track had gone to Trudy's Grill for some beers to celebrate another successful season. They'd been drinking for almost two hours when Alyssa excused herself to the bathroom. Just before she left the table, she'd leaned over and confessed she wanted him.
Newt had seen his opportunity and followed her into the ladies room. She'd never been so bold before, certainly not with him. The flush on her cheeks, that devilish look in her eyes, her tight jeans ... the whole damn package revved his motor real quick. The curves of her body had sent him into overdrive.
He'd stripped off her T-shirt and jeans, his fingertips itching to dive underneath her red satin bra and panties and add those delicates to the pile. Things would now be a lot more easygoing between them if they had gone further that night, but thanks to her brother, who threatened to arrest them for disorderly conduct when he walked into the wrong bathroom, he and Alyssa had never come close to connecting again.
Alyssa's matching red bra and panties haunted his dreams. Sometimes, he liked to imagine her wearing them when he saw her at the track. That probably explained why she looked so pissed off all the time. She knew that he knew what she looked like in red satin.
"Hey there, Lys. Hello, Janie." He stepped past Alyssa and kissed Janie on the cheek. Smoke practically rolled out of Alyssa's ears when he leaned back against the quarter panel of the car, both women in plain sight. He bit the inside of his mouth to keep from egging Alyssa on. "What's up, ladies?"
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