Luca picked up his keys and stepped on the elevator to the garage. He hasn't stopped smiling all morning, he couldn't wait to take Nadia to the track. He's been waiting to have an excuse to take her out there and his mother gave him the perfect reason. 

Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that his parents showed up at his place. His mother took a quick liking to Nadia, but he wasn't surprised. It was hard not to like her.

He let out a slow breath, he wasn't going to have those thoughts today. It was bad enough he read to her last night and even though she wasn't lying next to him, he was still turned on by it. Who knew reading someone to sleep could be so sexy?

His stepped off the elevator just as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He grinned reading the message.

Peti Fleur >> I'm so excited! IT'S RACE DAY 🥳🥳🥳 I hope you're ready for this 😈

Luca << I still don't know about this. You seem far too excited for someone who's never driven a supercar << 

Peti Fleur << 🤨 When have I ever said I've never driven a supercar? 

"Morning, Mr. Shola," Jack called as he shuffled up to him, "The track called some of the pit crew are running late today but they'll have everything ready by noon." 

"That's fine. I'm taking the back roads, it will take us a bit longer to get there anyway." 

Jack grinned, his eyes filling with mischief, "mm, taking her on the scenic route, huh?" 

A blush stained Luca's cheeks, "Shut up, Jack. It's not like that."

"Yeah, alright. Maybe not now but..." 

Luca cut his eyes at him, "Not ever, we're just friends." He said as a black sedan pulled into the garage. Luca's heart stuttered when he saw Nadia's grinning face in the back seat.

She popped out of the car and exclaimed "Race day!" The security staff burst into fits of laughter, while Gordon shook his head in annoyance.

"I'm glad you're fucking taking her, sir," Gordon grumbled, "I think I know the specs of a McLaren 720s by heart now." 

Nadia gasped, sliding her hands to her hips, "Gordon! I wasn't that bad." 

Luca took in Nadia's attire and chuckled. Her hair was plaited into two french braids, she wore a pair of jeans and a simple black t-shirt that had, McLaren Engineering Team, written on the front in white lettering. He let out a bark of laughter, "Oh you little shit. You didn't tell me your Dad was a McLaren engineer. How many of these have you driven?" 

"A few" She shrugged, walking to the sleek charcoal grey 720s, a devilish grin curled over her plump lips, "but I've never driven this model." 

His groin twitched at the way she purred those words and the way her green eyes filled with a look of ecstacy. 

Fuck me. How could he feel jealous of a car right now. 

"Mm, looks like you've got some competition." Jack murmured next to him.

Luca choked out a laugh as he clicked unlock on his keys. He relished in the look of pure joy dazzling in her eyes as the doors opened upward, "do you want to drive?" 

Luca ignored Jack chuckling next to him and the cheesy grins on the guards' faces around him. They were all so fucking annoying. 

Nadia sucked in a breath and shook her head, "No, not yet. I want to drive it on the track first."

He grinned walking to the car, "fair enough, the expert is a purist I see." 

She rolled her eyes and slid into the passenger seat, "I never said I was an expert." 

He raised his eyebrow as he pushed start on the dashboard, "You never said how many of these you've driven either, I have a feeling it's more than a few."

She grinned as the doors closed around them, "It is, I've driven every model since 2004." She said, trailing her fingers over the soft leather trim on the doors, "but this is the first one I'll drive that my Dad wasn't the head engineer."

Luca's eyes grew wide, "he was the lead engineer?" He shook his head as he put the car in gear, "you've got some explaining to do, peti fleur."

She scrunched up her face, "Peti Fleur? Little Flower? I've earned another nickname and I didn't know you could speak French." 

"I can speak a few languages, but don't you change the subject," he growled, "you're no novice driver. I want to know why you're just now telling me this." 

She burst out laughing, "I wasn't hiding it from you, I was just waiting for you to take me on a ride," she shrugged and slid her playful green eyes toward him. "Peti Fleur is better."

A smile tugged at his lips, he loved the way she said it too. "Meh, I'm testing it out, not sure if it's stuck yet." He looked away from her before he got lost in those damn eyes, "Feel free to tell me all about your racing experience. We've got time." 

She snorted, "It's not racing experience."

Luca didn't care what it was. Women that could hold their own on a track was so...sexy. He peeked a glance at her as she told him that her father used to make her go- karts for her to race with and then he started letting her test his McLaren models.

"And after I got my racing license, McLaren let me be a road tester and I was still doing that up until..." She trailed off and she was quiet for a moment.

"Until...when?" He glanced over at her. She was squeezing her hands in her lap and she blinked back her tears, "are you okay?"

"Yeah," she sniffed and cleared her throat, "sorry I don't know what that was." She chuckled and went on to tell him she was a tester until her father retired. 

Luca's heart sank, he knew that look on her face. Something she said must've triggered a memory of her abuse. He had those moments, but it hurt him to see her have one too.

"I'm impressed and I still can't believe you didn't tell me all of this when you first saw my car," he teased.

"I didn't want you to think I was weird if I started spouting off specs and stats. I mean, we just had that dinner and solidified our friendship. I didn't want to ruin it with car jargon." 

"You can speak car jargon to me anytime you want," he grinned, changing gears to get up to speed on the highway, "do you want to see how fast we can get to the Berkshires from Boston?"

He watched her slide her sunglasses over her eyes and a saucy grin curled on her lips, "don't tempt me with a good time."

He chuckled, "you got it, peti fleur." 

"Oh, Mr. Underworld uses the nickname twice. You've never done that before." 

"Don't tell me you're sticking with that one." He groaned, weaving through the traffic.

"What? I like it. It suits you and this dark mysterious aura you have." 

"Fair enough," Luca mumbled and finally weaved out of the last bit of traffic to the open road. A grin tugged at his lips as he looked at Nadia, "start your timer, peti fleur. I'm trying to beat a record." 

He put the clutch down, switched the gear stick into sixth and sped off. He laughed at the excited screams next to him. He stole a glance at her and his heart throbbed, he'd never seen a look so pure.

Fuck. She's gorgeous.

Nadia eased herself into the driver seat. She buckled her seat belt and 'oohed' as she slid her hands over the steering wheel. 

Luca chuckled at her enthusiasm. She was right next to him and the pit crew asking them questions about the torque, engine capabilities and type of turbochargers it had. She made them set up a few stations so she could 'test the car properly'. 

Now she was slipping on a pair of black driving gloves and her helmet. He shook his head, he wasn't sure what he'd gotten himself into.

"I just have two questions for you," she turned to him, her eyes shining with excitement, "do you trust me and did you bring a blunt?" 

He slid his helmet over his head, "Yes, I trust you," he felt his pockets and nodded, "and I have a blunt." 

Her eyes crinkled at the corners, "Good." She looked at the open track and revved the engine a few times, "you better hang on, Mr. Underworld." 

His groin twitched at the sultry tone of her voice. He laughed as she took off on the straight away, charging at top speed toward the orange cones the crew set up for her. She weaved in and out of them like a seasoned pro and went straight onto the track. 

Luca slowly gripped the handle bar above him and stared incredulously at the woman next to him. He was not expecting her to start off this driving experience like that. 

Nadia let out an excited scream as she took a corner on the track, "Okay, baby show me how you move," she growled, shifting gears and sped through the straight away.

That was when Luca realised his little flower was in a world of her own. She was so focused on the car and clipping every apex to test the car's agility. She purred her praises and grimaced at the nuisances she didn't like, muttering her father would've made those things better. 

He was so enamored by her he barely paid attention to her laps - until the car was spinning around the track. "Jesus fucking Christ woman! What are you doing?!" He roared, double gripping the handle bar and prepared to skid into the median.

Nadia burst out laughing, "Oh calm down, I was just testing the spin." She righted the car as if nothing happened and started her lap backwards.

"You're insane," he breathed, sliding a hand over his hardening cock. And it was turning him the fuck on. 

She giggled, "Aww I hope you mean that in a good way." 

"Mm I do," he mumbled and tore his eyes away from her. He couldn't watch her drive this car anymore or any car for that matter. His mind was going to some dark and pleasurable places... like bending her over the hood and fucking her until she screamed she was mine.

He clenched his eyes shut willing that delicious thought out of his head. He hasn't wanted to enjoy someone like that in a long time. He wasn't going to start now, but her driving wasn't helping.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He needed to get out of this car.

Nadia did one more backwards lap and weaved in and out of the cones again before she stopped the car in the pit. 

"So what'd you think?" She said breathing as if she'd just run a marathon.

He stared at the rise and fall of her chest, the outline of her nipples strained against her t-shirt. She looked as if she was just as turned on as him.

"I-I need some air," he said, ripping off his seat belt and bolting out of the car. He shrugged off his helmet and started walking down the track. He had to calm his horny ass down before he could talk to her about that sexy fucking driving she did.

Fuck. What's wrong with me?

He groaned and squatted down. She gave him fucking blue balls. He took a few deep breaths and dug in his pocket. He opened a rectangular case and plucked a blunt out and lit it up. 

Nadia wasn't wrong about needing one of these. He chuckled and stood up. He took a few long tokes, letting the smoke out slowly. He adjusted his softening cock and took a slow walk back to the car.

The pit crew surrounded the car putting the road tires back on while Nadia - blunt in hand -  was chatting to them about the track and the cars handling on it. She looked up at him with a proud grin on her face, "you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine you just..." almost made me cum in my pants. "surprised me. I needed to calm myself down." 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you with the spins. I just get in my own world out there." 

He chuckled, "you did anything but scare me." She had no idea what she just did to him. A grin tugged at his lips, "that was amazing and you looked like you were thoroughly enjoying yourself."

Her eyes dazzled with joy, "I did!" She exclaimed looking back at the car, "this baby is amazing. I mean there are a few things my Dad could've done better," she muttered and sighed, "but overall it's a beauty."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he pointed to the garage, "do you want to see my other babies before we go?" 

Her eyes grew wide, "you have more?"

"Oh yes," and he wanted to torture himself watching her drive every single one of them. 

A/N: Not gonna lie, this is one of my favorite chapters 🤣 How bout that reaction from Luca? 🤣🤣🤣🤣 My poor little bean! Nadia's not right for doing that to him!