Montero - Toto Wolff

7: Late nights at the office.

AN// Before we start the chapter, I just want to thank you guys SO much for all the endless support you have shown me, and I hope this chapter will be one of the best as I'm actually writing it on my laptop opposed to my phone!

I'm going away on Thursday so expect little to no content in terms of updates, just depends on how much time I have on my hands :)

Anyway, on with chapter seven!

WARNING: Consent No-Consent implied!

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He repeated your confirmation to you, ensuring that you both knew the terms of the deal and that he had outlined it correctly. He had stressed the terms of secrecy, no contacting anyone regarding your little 'arrangement' between you both.

You turned the engine back on, "So, what now?" you drove toward the entrance, withdrawing the security card from your pocket before Toto put his hand on yours.

"No... Not yet," He started, thumb running circles into your cold hand, "Let's grab a coffee, yeah?"

You nodded, immediately captivated by the thought of caffeine flowing through your veins, and pulled a U-Turn, spinning the car that fast that it even shocked Toto, he himself grabbing onto the handle above his seat.

Straight away, you apologised for the manoeuvre. There was nothing you hated more than driving people in your car, and now it felt as though you were causing embarrassment for the Mercedes team principal.

He laughed, "Don't apologise, it's nothing I haven't done before." he winked at you. There was something about this whole encounter that made you feel excited. This was all new to you, and dear lord, it was the best thing you'd felt in a while.

You drove down the road, patient until the streetlights ran out and you found yourself moving his hand from yours and onto your thigh. There was something about being pleasured in a car that enticed you beyond what you initially perceived. It was risky, new, and something you wanted.

"Are there any boundaries?" You squeaked, voice wavering as you focused on driving, his thumb running circles in your jeans, "Like anything you're not willing to do?" you carried on down the dark road, slowing your speed so that you could entertain the possibility of fucking him in the car.

His eyes graced your skin, tracing over every scar, every freckle and mole, everything that made you unique as you sat there driving. "I suppose I should've set some guidelines before we started, but as long as you're comfortable, I'm not opposed to anything. As long as it's not feet."

You couldn't help but laugh at the feet comment, "Okay, no feet," you stretched your legs, allowing the car to cruise for a minute.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked you, excitement in his voice, "Surely there's something you want to try considering you just asked me if I had any limits." he pinched your thigh, tempting you further whilst you gripped the steering wheel harder.

A curse escaped your lips, you were shy when it came to stuff like this, and the thought of him absolutely wrecking you at the side of the road over the bonnet of the 'second hand shitbox' was exciting, fresh and burned between your thighs.

He could read you like an open book, too.

"Pull over, pet." He instructed, his seatbelt already undone and causing the alarm in your car to go off. Making this even harder for you to think about. You didn't even have the strength to think about whether or not someone you worked with would drive past. But at 3am on a Monday morning?

The roads were deserted.

You parked in the layby. Trees overhanging your car and darkening the road completely. You should've put your hazard lights on, just in case... but you didn't, savouring the lack of attention being drawn to you.