Racing For Love

Chapter Sixteen

I was just rounding the corner to Lorenzo's flat when I clipped someone's arm, sending them tripping across the pavement - it was a girl i'd recognised from The Paddock today, family friends of the Bianchi's I think. I profusely apologised, checking that she was ok - anxious that she would tell my boss about how hopelessly uncoordinated I was. "De Nada. Please do not worry - I was rushing also." She said, speaking in a slight Italian accent before strolling off, leaving me flustered. I was worried that she would realise I was going to Lorenzo's flat, but the area was so busy with people here for race weekend, that I could be going anywhere along the street - or at least that's what I hoped she'd think.

I arrived at Lorenzo's, my face flushed from the drinks and the incident on the street, but as he opened the door, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips and water still glistening across his chest, every sane thought left my head, leaving only some definitely not work related thoughts about what I wanted to do with that taught, tanned body.

I pushed him back into his apartment, shutting the door before twisting my hands through his hair and pulling my lips up to his to give him a deep kiss, feeling him harden under the plush material of the towel, which promptly fell to the floor - leaving him naked and standing to attention. I ran my tongue through the water droplets on his chest and continued lower - taking him into my mouth and pulling him closer with my hand wrapped around his firm ass. I continued licking, sucking and stroking until I felt his muscles tense - his grip tightened on my ponytail, pulling my head backwards so that I could look into his eyes and see his jaw straighten as he came, breathing hard and muttering in Italian. "Miss Annie, this is not the job situation that I asked you here for" he joked, before helping me to my feet and ushering me over to the sofa.

"Did you actually have a work question?" I asked, surely I hadn't read the situation wrong and he actually did have a work query?
"Of course I was joking! Although I wanted to ask how your filming went today - it was your ideas, no? Oh, and sorry if I was late - I had a family matter to attend to." Lorenzo sat next to me and I could see that despite his protestation, he actually was interested in the work stuff (there's that racing driver ego in action) so I pulled out my phone to show him the edits from earlier. He chuckled next to me at the quick fire game they had played together "this one is brilliant - I love it!" He exclaimed and my smile widened - if Lorenzo liked it, then hopefully others would too, and I'd be another step closer to that permanent position.

We chatted about his plans for tomorrow and soon settled onto the sofa with drinks, looking out across the bay and the lights flickering across the water. I felt so relaxed with my head resting on Lorenzo's chest, not realising that I had closed my eyes until I felt someone lift me gently - Lorenzo carried me to the bed, and tucked me in - I was awake enough to realise that he didn't immediately climb in next to me, but when I woke to my alarm in the morning, I could feel his arm draped casually over my shoulder, his naked torso peeking out from under the sheets.

Rolling over, my eyes met with his, a look of lust in his eyes which was surprising for such an early hour. "You're not running away today are you, miss Annie?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me so that I couldn't move. "Looks like I'm stuck here" I said, wiggling against his tight embrace "although I need to leave soon and I need a shower!"
"I could help you with that" he replied "I'm very good with the shower gel."
He pulled me in to a kiss - not something I was particularly fond of given the morning breath situation, but Lorenzo didn't seem to care, and we were soon in his bathroom.

He pulled at my shirt - the same one from yesterday that I fell asleep wearing, and unhooked my bra. I stepped out of my underwear and into the hot water - the powerful jets of the shower were blissful, and I relaxed into the water, just as Lorenzo got in beside me. He stood behind me and squeezed out a dollop of shower gel before starting to rub his hands across my body - first at my back and down my arms, then working across my torso and finally lower - the soap had gone from his hands, but they moved lower still before stopping once they found their way to the soft warmth of my centre.