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“Did you have a good dinner?” he asked casually. Here was Luca stalking towards me, pupils blown, the body language of a lion, and he wanted to have some casual chit-chat.
“I’m sure better than your sponsorship evening,” I quipped. Luca was now standing in front of me, and his hand reached out and softly touched my cheek. Before I could react, Luca had moved to a seated position on the sofa, and he had pulled me onto his lap. I was now straddling his deliciously thick thighs as his strong hands held onto my waist while I sat on top of him, dress once again hiked up, all care in the world lost forever.
I knew I should be alarmed. I should get up off this sofa and go straight to bed before I did something I would regret -– orenjoya little too much. But I couldn’t find it in myself to move. Luca’s hands on my body felt delightful, and truth be told, I hadn’t had a man grab me like this in years – not since my last boyfriend I had while living in America, and he wasn’t a master of anything, especially not the art of making a woman climax.
Luca, on the other hand – it didn’t take a genius to see that he knew exactly how to please a woman in bed. I knew there was a reason all of those women kept throwing themselves at him; it wasn’t just his good looks and money. The entire paddock gossiped about how Luca knew his way around a woman’s body.
“Would have been better if you were there to keep me company,” he whispered gently into my ear. “Especially if I had known you had this lovely little lace set on.”
I blushed, not entirely sure what to say to that. I knew I needed to get off of him and go to bed, but a small part of me wanted to find out what it was like to have Luca's hands all over me – and inside me.
Why shouldn’t I reap the rewards of this fake relationship?I contemplated. It’s not like I could go and date someone else while I wasfake datingLuca, so my ability to get laid during this season was incredibly low.I dipped my head down, letting my lips rest mere inches from his plump, red lips.
“Well, maybe if you weren’t too busy trying to annoy me, I’d have let you in on my secret. Play your cards right, and maybe I’ll tell you what kind of underwear I actually plan to wear under my racing suit on Saturday.”
With that, Luca raised one of his eyebrows, clearly interested in what I had to say, his face silently begging me to say more, and I tried to hide my smirk. I obviously was only going to wear my fireproof underwear, but if I knew anything about Luca Rossi, I knew that he would spend the entire Sunday thinking about me breaking the rules and wearing a sexy purple lingerie set under my suit.
“You really are all talk and no play,” he whispered. “I bet you haven’t broken a single FIA rule in your life.”
I rolled my eyes, but he had called my bluff on that one. I couldn’t think of a rule I had broken.I was a goody-two-shoes, and I was damn proud of it – most of the time.
Luca took advantage of my inability to respond and pulled me in for a slow, passionate kiss, which I greedily returned. He slowly let his hands work their way up and down my body until one of his hands began to fiddle with the waistband of my lacy black thong. He looked at me, silently asking permission to let his fingers play with their target – like a cat playing with its food before dinner. I slowly nodded, letting myself give in to Luca. His fingers slid into my waistband and started to slowly stroke where I desperately wanted him most. As soon as he felt how wet I was, he slowly let one finger tease its way into my wetness, just barely sliding into me. I let out a loud moan, trying to push my hips down further on his finger, but his other arm was wrapped around my waist, stopping my movements.
“Ah ah ah, not so fast,” he smirked. I loudly groaned, letting my frustration be known, but Luca just kept smirking, loving my frustration. Still, he allowed me some reprieve when he sunk his entire finger into me and started pumping in and out. Even if it was slow and excruciating, it felt incredible. Fortunately for me, my moans had earned me a second finger, which Luca started to pump a little faster. His face was now mere inches from mine, and I could feel his breath on my lips. His eyes were staring directly into mine as he watched my every expression as he finger fucked me with better precision than any other man I had slept with. Truth be told, the only man that had made me cum from his fingers was Éliott, but we were practically kids, freshly eighteen, so neither of us had any experience with what we truly liked. With Luca, however, you could tell this man had experience and knew exactly what he was doing as he curled his fingers in just the right spot.I could feel myself getting closer, and I started moaning louder.
“Oh, Luca… more… please...” I began to beg, a little embarrassed at how quickly I had fallen apart for him. He smirked at me and slipped a third finger inside of me, causing the lewdest moan I think I had ever heard to fall from my lips.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me,” he purred into my ear. I’m not sure if it was his soft praises in my ear or the fact that he had picked up the pace, but I was now hurdling toward what could only be described as a mind-numbing orgasm. As I reached my high, I screamed his name and tumbled quickly into my intense pleasure, holding onto Luca's shoulder as he fucked me through my entire orgasm.
All of a sudden, everything stopped.
It felt as though my body had been thrust from a heavenly dream, and instead of being on top of Luca’s lap in the living room of our hotel suite, having just received an incredible orgasm from the Italian, Luca Rossi was standing in front of me, quirking his eyebrow up at me with a silent question – a cocky smirk on his lips.
Shit, shit, shit. Had I just dreamt that?I knew at that moment that I had failed to hide the panicked look on my face.
“Everything alright, Cara?” Luca asked in a low, deep voice. The simple question came from a voice that sounded more like a lion that had just trapped its prey and had decided to play with it versus someone who wasactuallyconcerned. Luca sounded like he had just won the lottery, and my embarrassment and confusion were his prize.
“Um… yeah… of-of course, why wouldn’t it be?” I responded, albeit a little more flustered than I would have liked. “Just fell asleep on the couch, a bit of a pre-race tradition,” I awkwardly lied to him.
Why would I say that? Who has a tradition like that?I scolded myself.Moron.
“Of course, sorry I woke you. You were just calling out to…someone, and I wasn’t sure if you were having a nightmare.” If Luca had truly thought I was having a nightmare, he wouldn’t have said that last sentence with a grin so devilish it could have given the devil a run for its money.
“Nope.” I said, popping the ‘p’ at the end. “Was just dreaming about getting onto the podium this weekend.”
“Oh, well, that makes sense as to why you were calling outmyname then,” he grinned. “Assuming you were congratulating me on getting the top spot on the podium?”
I don’t think, in the history of my twenty-four years, my cheeks had never gone that red. I, for the first time, had absolutely no idea what to say to Luca. My face blanched, and I could feel my palms become incredibly sweaty. I had been caught. The likelihood that Luca actually believed my little lie seemed as likely as the last-place team winning the constructors championship this year.It just wasn’t happening.
Still, I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t make sure to get the last word in, so I got up off of the couch with as much gusto as I could manage and looked Luca right in the eye as I replied, “Don’t be silly,Luca, I was simply calling your name because I needed some help carrying back my champagne and trophy to the garage. Isn’t that what boyfriends are for, even if they are fake?” I said cheekily.
Before he could respond, I headed straight for my room and closed the door loudly. Forget taking my make-up off; I wasn’t coming out of this room until I had to tomorrow.
ChapterEight
TRACK FIGHTS LEAD TO LATE NIGHTS
Georgia
