Checkered Love

Races, Soap and a Cheeky Mouth

You wake up late the next morning and head to the kitchen to busy yourself making coffee for you and Lucy. She's not up yet, so you open the balcony doors and get back in bed to start working.

Your thoughts drift to the plane ride from last night and then going to Carlos' room. Quickly, you revert back to working as you just can't go there catching feelings for your boss, but damn, you smile to yourself, the boy is FIT! 

You don't hear Lucy coming in.

"Oi! Out with it. What has you smiling like that, or should I ask who?" She comes and sits at the bottom of the bed. You put your laptop down and say, "Nothing, I'm just in a good mood. In fact, I need to get my ass out of bed and go for a run, it's been ages, and I'm slacking off. Summer is almost here, and I would like to wear my bikini when I go to Mallorca on vaycay."

"Hmmmm, preach, sister. But you're on your own there. I am having breakfast downstairs, and then I need to start ordering provisions for the hospitality suite for this weekend."

"Urrgggghh! You suck", and as you get out of bed you playfully hit her with the pillow."

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You get dressed and head off to the Jeddah circuit to set up your office for the week first. By now it's late morning and you still haven't had your run. You get a lightbulb moment and decide to go for a run around the circuit to get a feel for what the team will experience this weekend.

You quickly change and head off to the starting grid where the staff are busy painting ahead of the weekend. As you start your warm up you hear voices approaching. Mid-stretch you hold your hand to keep the sun out of your eyes to see who it is.

It's Carlos and Rupert. Carlos just looks at you intently, while Rupert almost smirks when he sees you. "Hey boys," you wave and mind your own business. They are busy discussing something so you put your Airpods in and start to jogging away from them.

You smile to yourself and check your heart rate and timer as you listen to Hardwell's Dare You. You love the music and the fresh air and you're truly enjoying your run, when Carlos runs past you in reverse, waving at you to get your attention. 

You wave back at him out of breath and sweating and manage to crack him a smile. "Hey, who thought working out alcohol out of your system is such hard work." 

He comes to jog next to you. "Yeah," he smiles. You match each other's pace until about the halfway mark as you both run in silence. He looks over to you and say "Do you feel like a race? Rupert's waiting to torture me further in the gym?" 

A slow smile crosses your face. "You got it Sainz," you bolt off before he can say another word, battling to keep up with you as you run most of the way at full speed. You get back to the starting grid first and see Rupert waiting for Carlos, with Charles and his trainer talking. They clap and cheer you on as you get there first, dropping on the grass at the starting grid, battling for air. 

Carlos wasn't far behind and he drops next to you when he gets there. You roll over to him "Ha! Kicked your ass didn't I?" He just nods in agreement, flashing you a smile, while still panting for air. You get up and get his towel, throwing it on him as you take a sip of water.

The others come over, still joking about how you left dust in Carlos' eyes. You feel sorry for Carlos and help him to his feet. "How does it feel to get beaten by a girl?" 

Still laughing he looks over at you and cheekily say, still out of breath "Careful chica! Watch that mouth of yours," he warns mockingly. You turn around, flinging your towel around your shoulders. "Facts are facts," and you pat him on the back. "See you later. Oh and Rupert, go easy on him," as you smile, flash them a wink and walk away, feeling greatly satisfied with yourself.

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Carlos POV during the run:

*He can't keep up with you. He's fit as hell, but he is having too much pleasure at the view in front of him. You were graceful with every stride and he didn't want anyone to see the effect that your perfectly-rounded ass was having on his manhood. He didn't think it was possible to get a hard-on while running..."Follame" (Fuck me) he mutters to himself under his breath. 

And with your cheeky comebacks, the only thing he wanted to do was throw you over his shoulder and plonk you in the shower, strip you slowly from head to tow, and as the soap and hot water cascades over you both, push you against the wall and make you regret your cheeky words as he passionately and deeply punish your lips with his mouth and tongue*