My body falls limp as he pulls out of me, jerking off on my stomach. Looking up at him, I drag my index finger through his mess and take up a little bit of it. Sucking it off the pad of my digit, that’s his reward for a job well done. Because cum isn’t an appealing thing to swallow.
“Fuck,” Luca responds.
I lay down right beside my 21.2-million-dollar car that I just had sex on, and Luca lies beside me. We both stare up at the ceiling in a moment of silence for the sacred act that just occurred.
“You’re a minx, you know that? A twenty-year old soul-sucking she-devil, that happened to be one the best fucks of my life.” I laugh.
“You’re leaving out the part where you also happen to be my boss and we’re both public figures in the biggest racing sport on the planet.”
“Fuck me,” He groans.
“I just did.”
“I see you’re on a high.” I snap out of my haze of bliss for a moment.
“I am not on a high, especially not from you of all people.”
“Why lie at this point? It’s not like we’re going to get married. This was a one-time thing, that’s all. Do you understand me?”
“This happened on a whim. We were both pissed and sexually frustrated, that’s all.” I reassure him and myself.
“I believe this is the second time we have ever agreed on something.”
“See, it isn’t so hard,” I mutter. He stands up and begins putting his clothes on in front of me. “Don’t get used to it,” he says before taking in everything around us.
Getting up, I do the same. Fixing my appearance, I opt for grabbing a cloth nearby to clean myself up. His cum trails down from the center of my breasts all the way down to my stomach. Wiping it swiftly, I make sure it didn’t get anywhere else.
At least we know he has good aim.
Putting the black cover on top of the car just like before, I make sure everything is the way it was prior to having mind-blowing sex at the workplace.
Great Ale, you’re such a saint. Your mom would be so proud of you.
Looking at my phone, I see that it’s only eleven, so the gates should still be open.
“Fuck,” I say as I realize something that will result in the most awkward drive of my life.
“What?” Luca questions.
“I drove here with Xavier. I don’t have a way to get back.” He sighs, running his hands through his thick, coarse black hair that I just so happened to see in a different place only minutes ago.
Snap out of it, Ale.
“I think the obvious assessment is that you ride with me.” I look at him with a duh face. “My car is outside, come.”
“I already did, just regretting that it was with you.” I push past him as he grabs his phone and keys.
The track is under security ninety-nine percent of the time, but just for safety precautions, they make sure everything is incredibly secure. Walking behind him, we make it to the car he drove for this race. Most drivers just take the same car everywhere, but Luca likes to keep things different occasionally. This weekend’s car is a Ferrari in honor of his ancestors. If they ever became an F1 team, I bet he wouldn’t just walk, he would run with all his Italian pride to work for them.
Jumping into the passenger’s seat, I make myself as comfortable as possible on the black leather seats. Fastening my seatbelt, I look straight ahead as Luca turns the ignition on.
No, not Luca. Mr. Donatello. He’s your boss, Ale.
Turning my head to the side that Mr. Donatello is not at, and I look out at the old building surrounding me. I’ve always loved Italy. When I was younger, Rome was my favorite place in Europe until I went to Croatia. Italy used to remind me of the Vatican, of its rich history and the people who lived inside.
Now the only thing it reminds me of is him.
Luca Donatello, the Italian bastard from hell who happens to have a magical dick.