Who Is Jim Clark In Jim Clark At The Wheel?

“If I win…you have to sit on my d*ck and ride me all night.” Pakin, Thanawin Tangsakyuen has hated Sean, Sahapap Cheewagaroon ever since he first entered the world of auto racing. Known as the King of the Track, Sean is easily one of the most famous racers in the industry, belonging to the team Track Dragons, but he’s also known as a heartless player who can pounce and bounce without a second thought. When Pakin’s best friend comes to him with the news that she had been the Track King’s latest casualty, Pakin has no chose but to challenge Sean to a race, even though he is just a novice. But as Sean places an unusual bet for the loser, Pakin is conflicted about this own feelings and his unusual attraction towards this man that he is supposed to hate. But as their one-night stand turns into something neither one of them can let go of, who will be the first to admit defeat in this race against their hearts and dignity? And what happens when Sean finally learns the truth behind the reason why Pakin approached him in the first place…and the truth behind his real identity?

"Hank, there's something hard down there pushing into me." On the driving school car, I was teaching my goddaughter how to drive by letting her sit on my lap, my hands over hers on the wheel. But right after we started, the engine stalled, and the whole car jerked hard. Her round hips settled deep into my thighs. To make things even more intense, she was wearing nothing but a skirt that barely covered her.

"Coach, please stop. I came here to learn how to drive, not to have an affair." Inside the instructor's car, because I kept failing to control the clutch, Coach Reeves, who happened to be my husband's friend, made me sit on his lap to teach me. The problem was, I was wearing a short skirt that day, and underneath it, I wasn't even wearing safety shorts. Even worse, he actually pulled his member out and pressed it straight against me.

Clara Reynolds’ life falls apart the night she catches her boyfriend cheating. Humiliated and heartbroken, she makes a reckless choice of kissing a stranger in a semi-public place, desperate to feel wanted again. She doesn’t know he’s famous and dangerous. And she certainly didn't know he was Matteo Devereaux, the billionaire car racer and owner of the powerful Devereaux Racing Franchise. Matteo humiliates her publicly and walks away, leaving Clara to deal with the shame alone. She thinks she’ll never see him again, until her PR firm lands the biggest deal of its career, and she’s assigned as the personal PR manager to none other than Matteo Devereaux. Forced to work closely with the man who shattered her pride, Clara finds herself drawn into Matteo’s cold, controlled world of power, and secrets. As tension turns into undeniable desire, buried truths begin to surface, about his past, his injuries, and the crash that changed everything. But love in Matteo’s world comes with risks. One wrong move could cost him his career. One secret could destroy them both. Will Clara survive loving a man who lives at lethal speed? What happens when revenge turns into jealousy, and jealousy into love? And what if the man she falls for forgets her forever? Dive into this gripping billionaire sports romance filled with passion, rivalry, betrayal, and secrets, and discover whether love can outrun fate.

He was a well known race car driver. Popular with the women and knew his way around the track and bed. She was his sister’s best friend. When Ricky Andonite gets in a terrible on track accident and needs help while he recovers. Will Shelby Cage step in and be his hero or will she walk away and into the arms of his rival Logan Valentine. This book is now going to be a series

My grandfather, the company’s chairman, had an unmistakable obsession with pink. Not only had he decorated his entire house in soft rosy hues, but he even had his newly purchased Rimac Nevera repainted in blush pink. I was home for the summer. On the day he got his new car, he excitedly asked me to drive him to work. We had just entered the underground parking garage when a black Rolls-Royce suddenly blared its horn and sped up to cut in front of me. It then slammed on the brakes without warning. Unable to react in time, I crashed straight into it. The driver lowered his window and cursed at me. His face was twisted with arrogance. “Are you blind? Vixen, can’t you drive?” Swallowing my anger, I retorted, “You were the one who deliberately cut me off. How can you twist this around and blame me?” He let out a mocking snort. “You women in pink cars are hopeless drivers, yet you still blame others? You had it coming. You must be a new intern. Let me tell you something. You’ve just hit the chairman’s car. Get ready to go bankrupt!” My grandfather and I exchanged a baffled look. If that was the chairman’s car, what were we in?