In the Spotlight (Max Verstappen - Book Two)

Chapter Twenty-Five

The next week passes quickly as Max and I endure meeting after meeting with engineers and strategists between media events for sponsors and fans. There's no time for us to get the date that I promised him to fit into the schedule and so we constantly just see each other in passing, taking the moments we can get but staying super busy as the team aims to finish the first stint of races strongly. However, unlike last week, we both make the effort to go over to each other and check up on one another whenever we can, something that doesn't seem to escape the attention of fans who made compilations of the number of times we simply shot each other thumbs ups or linked pinkies after a quick exchange of words, something that they seemed to love.

The Shanghai circuit is one of my less preferred tracks, as it doesn't suit either mine or Max's driving style or car which means that we see another Ferrari win at the track, Charles taking the lead in the championship while Lewis comes second and I squeeze my way into third after George's brake-line wire fails and he has to retire from the race with twenty laps left. This time around Max was true to his word and celebrated the small victory with me from the minute I stepped out of the car by lifting me up and spinning me around, having waited next to the number three sign for me to pull into park ferme, a huge grin covering his face despite another race without a podium for him.

I had managed to also get the fastest lap as I had a free pitstop on Max as he had run into some trouble with his DRS wing during the race and that was why he came fourth. That night we didn't go as hard with celebrations as we had the weekend before in Australia, but we did wake up in bed together the next morning having both just fallen asleep the instant our heads hit the pillow after we drunkenly stumbled into his room, leaving the Red Bull team party at around 2 am, celebrating the first stint of races being complete with a podium on every single one.

"Hey," Max mumbled from next to me and I looked from my phone over to him, smiling at the stubble covering the lower half of his face.

"You need to shave," I say softly and he lets his eyes flutter open.

"You need to never ever leave this bed," he says in response before leaning in to steal a soft kiss but before he can pull back I link one hand around the back of his neck and hold him close, deepening the kiss and I hear my phone fall to the floor as I move so that I'm on top, straddling him. I feel him smile through the kiss, letting both of his hands fall from my waist so they are cupping my ass, groaning as he shifts me slightly and accidentally causes me to grind up on him. "Yeah, you're banned from any thoughts of leaving this bed." He doubles down and this time it's my turn to grin through the kiss as I purposefully grind my hips against him, loving my ability to elicit the familiar gasp from his lips.

I pull away from the kiss as I sit up straight and look down at the attractive sight below, Max topless in the hotel bed, chest heaving up and down as his eyes are slightly clouded, lips swollen and hair a mess from the night before as I suddenly remember the passion of the kisses we were exchanging as we stumbled into the room, my own eyes darkening with lust as I looked at him below me.

Sensing the change in my mood from teasing to one that was ready to take action, Max took the opportunity to flip us, so that I was now under him, on my back as he left a hot trail of kisses down my neck and chest, making me gasp as he reached the hip bone, the hot air from his breaths making me breathe heavily.

"Please, Max," I groan as I lift my hips, making it easy for him to unhook my underwear, pulling it down my legs and I sensed him take the opportunity to also get rid of his before he came back between us.

"What do you want Ellie?" He asks me between kisses, dotting them hotly down my neck and around my collar bone, causing me to arch my back, an opportunity he happily uses to undo the clasp of my bra, as we work to get rid of it, losing all sense of decorum in his arms as we exchange kisses and moans. "Tell me what you want, Ellie." He says teasingly, pulling away slightly. I groan as I look into his eyes, seeing him want verbal confirmation of any next steps.