Secrets with Wolff - Max Verstappen

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Warning: sexual content

I woke up and I was laying on Max's chest. He had one arm around me. I quickly tried to get up without waking him up, I rushed to the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror. What was I doing?
I loved Lando, but Max would always be my kryptonite.

After a quick shower I decided to go downstairs.
Max was already standing in the kitchen. Not wearing anything more than his underwear.
"Are you hungry? I am not a great cook but I can try to make something" Max looked up at me laughing. I know he isn't a great cook I lived here for quite a while. "Don't worry, I'll make something for the both of us" I pushed him out of the way and he took a step back with his hands in the air.

Max was sitting on the kitchen counter the entire time. We talked about the upcoming races, Christian and my classes. I just wanted to go stand between his legs and kiss the shit out of him.
I never had sex on the kitchen table but I would love to try this with Max.

His phone snapped me out of my thoughts, he jumped off the counter and answered the call.
I couldn't hear who it was or what was being said because he went upstairs to take the call. It was probably none of my business, which I understood.
I wasn't part of the team anymore, nor was I his girlfriend.

A little bit later he came downstairs, he walked up to me and put his hands on my hips, putting me on the kitchen counter. I looked at him confused, he put his hand on my cheek and pressed his lips on mine. Oh God how much I missed his kisses. I put my hands through his hair while kissing him.
His hands went down to my boobs and further down to my pants. He started kissing my neck while unzipping my pants and pulled it down.
He opened my legs a bit, brushing his fingers against my thighs. "God Max I want you so bad"
I moaned, throwing my head back a little.
That's all the confirmation he needed as he pulled down my panties and his underwear.

I brushed my fingers against his dick, I guess he wanted it as bad as I did. "Fuck I need a condom" Max looked around, clearly there was no condom laying around in his kitchen. I put my hands on his cheeks, pressing my lips on his and whispered. "We don't need one, we want this right?" I noticed he was hesitant for a while but he agreed as I felt his dick slide in me.
He put his hands on my ass and started thrusting hard in me. Our kisses were filled with lust and passion. I closed my eyes in pleasure.
"Rylee?" His voice sounded confused, I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of me.
Fully dressed and definitely not fucking me.

"Rylee are you okay?" He gave me a nudge which completely got me out of my dream. "Yes I am fine, I was just day dreaming" I chuckled.
Just as in my dream he walked up to me and kissed me, only this time it was a kiss on my cheek.
"I have to go meet my trainer. Make yourself at home" I nodded and looked at him as he walked out.

I was leaning against the kitchen counter. What the fuck was wrong with me. I literally dreamed that Max and I had sex without protection.
What did it mean? Did I want Max back? Did I want a family with him? He agreed to that in my dream but I knew he wasn't ready to be a dad.