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He was furious.
Having seen her doing illegal races made him sick. She was putting herself at risk and he couldn’t stand it, couldn’t ignore the unease he felt when he thought about her driving without proper security.
She was working with Ferrari, what the hell was she thinking about?!
He had to tell the team. He finally could get rid of her, get rid of her enormous smile, her thin body, her dark hair, her soft voice, her British accent, her laugh…
He started the gym routine, which he needed to do to stay in shape for the races.
And to distract my mind, too .
The sweat in his abdomen and neck started bothering him, he took a white towel and absorbed it all. When its softness comforted the driver, he let go a long sigh and threw his head back. As he was so submerged into his own thoughts, didn’t notice the woman who entered the gym, hungry eyes scanning him.
Sainz suddenly straightened his head, breath coming to a halt as he licked his lips due to his mouth drying out. His eyes scanned all her body, she was wearing a tight top and short leggings, emphasising her curves.
Carlos couldn’t stand even the sight of her. After knowing what she was doing, every time he saw her, like at that moment, his muscles tensed and his mare instinct wanted to warn and protect her. He cursed under his breath, not liking his own reaction.
The Ferrari's driver stopped training abruptly and decided to leave the place; he could continue tomorrow.
Trying to avoid her sculpted curves, he left without looking back.
However, her soft, British accent stopped him. “Can’t stand the view, Carlos?” His cock almost ached at the sound of her voice. He couldn’t get so hot all of the sudden just by seeing her… right? Well, he was fucked up.
The man turned to face his partner to reply, but was cut short. His mouth opening and closing, his own eyes sliding involuntarily at her breast for a millisecond, which was just enough to make him as hard as a rock.
Dissembling, he stared slowly at her beautiful body just to say sarcastically to her: “Actually, I have seen better”. His voice was rough and low.
“Is that so?” She smiled brightly and bent to take up a dumbbell and her naked neckline left a lot to the imagination.
Breathing still, he took a step closer; he had to answer something to hide his uneasy body. So, he thought about the topic that had been around his head recently and said: “Do you think I don’t know what you do?” When she got up, her brows furrowed. “Yes. I know your illegal races, don’t try to look innocent, Cariño .”
Her face relaxed and a curved smile formed in her full lips, those he so badly wanted to taste. “Are you stalking me, Mr. Sainz?” While talking, she made another step forward to him.
“You wish.” His lips forming a wicked smile, he opened his mouth to say something else, when another voice interrupted the atmosphere.
“It’s a bit hot in here, isn’t it?” said Charles. Carlos tensed muscles relaxed. He faked a calm smile and focused his eyes on his teammate, who was staring at him with a funny expression. “I wish there was a window, the shitty air conditioner will never work, it’s been ages since we told the team.”
Although the Monegasque had never cared to ask about the tension between the woman and the Spanish, Carlos knew Charles had taken notice of it a long time ago. They just never talk about it, it was like a taboo topic somehow.
Sainz took advantage of the presence of his friend and left mumbling a farewell.
When he arrived at his bedroom, Carlos found himself remembering the way her lips moved, the way her body reacted to him and how her steady breath trembled at the moment he shortened the distance between them. His member started to move again and the man cursed Aileen for being the woman of his dreams.
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He came with a long orgasm. Carlos couldn’t really explain how it had happened, but he just knew it happened… and it frightened him. Sainz didn’t have control over himself when it came to her.
He remembered being on his bed after having a bath. Then, he had started thinking about her again… her long legs, her abdomen, her breasts… He didn’t know why he was so horny nowadays.
A knock on his bedroom’s door made him freeze. Quickly, he put on one of his trousers and, without asking who it was, he opened the door.
The shock that invaded his face and body was noticeable. The woman of his sexual fantasies was in front of him.
Dissembling, he licked his lips and asked feigning nonchalance: “Something happened?”
Her blue eyes were anywhere but on his own. The British woman was devouring him with her hot glare, staring at his naked chest, his veiny arms, his swollen lips for biting them recently and his messy hair.
“ Cariño ?” he called out to her attention. “My eyes are up here”. Carlos pointed out his face with his right hand. Afterwards, she focused her gaze on his brown glare.
“I came here to give you this” The black-haired extended her hand. “You left it at the gym.”
It was a towel. Literally a towel.
Sainz arched one of his eyebrows and asked provocatively “Is this an excuse to see me, Aileen?” A little tickle, which he couldn’t name, passed on her eyes for a second before disappearing.
“Charles insisted I bring it to you, so go complain to him. Besides, let’s not ignore the fact that you are happy to see me, aren’t you?” She launched an upside-down look at Carlos with a big smirk on her face.
The woman was about to turn around in order to leave, when a hand on her arm stopped her. “Come in. We have to talk” With the firm words the man spit out, almost like a demand, Aileen stood paralysed for a few seconds not quite believing her ears, staring at the union of her arm and the brunette’s hand, before she snapped out of her trance, looked behind her, as if someone were watching them, and finally agreed with a slight nod of her head.
He didn't understand why he was so out of his mind whenever she was in the same place with him. He said it was because of her hotness, but some days, like today, that thought lost credibility.
“I have… water” He could offer her nothing. He had some cookies but didn’t remember where.
“It’s fine, don’t worry.” She stood in the middle of the room inspecting the bed, which was messy and…
He almost got a heart attack. He completely forgot about his… situation. Like lighting, he tended the sheets to cover it and sat there. Innocently, Carlos took a T-shirt that was next to him and put it on.
The man told the woman to get comfortable on a chair, which was in front of the bed, and, without saying a thing, she sat and started playing with her fingers nervously.
“Why?” The Spanish asked as calmly as possible after a long, uncomfortable silence. When her eyes locked with his, he explained himself; deep down he knew she understood where he was going with this. “You know how dangerous what you’re doing is. Not just only for you, but for the team.”
“I’m aware of the risks” She was tense. The Formula 1 driver knew it was a difficult topic to discuss, especially since their “relationship” was based on teasing each other. Still, it was necessary for him to try and make her change her mind.
“Then, why are you doing this?”
“Why do you care?” The British spat out, her tone fierce. “It makes no difference for you.”
“It’s important because…” He was speechless, he couldn’t do it. Not now.
“Because what, Carlos?”
Sainz didn’t look her in the eye. After all, she was making a strong point, wasn’t she? He thought to himself bitterly.
“You’re a part of my team, of course It's important to me that you stay safe.”
“It’s still none of your business”. She stood up aggressively.
“Then make it be.” He stood up, too, closing the distance between them, a long way separating them yet.
Aileen shook her head and started walking to the door. Even though Carlos wanted to follow her, he knew he had lost this battle.
Without looking back, she turned to leave.