Racing For Love

Chapter Twenty Three

Lorenzo's messaged to let me know his flight had landed and I'm excitedly waiting for him. With another week before the races in France and Austria, he's asked me to join him in London and i've managed to take a couple of days holiday from work - Kate signed it off after all my hard work lately. Our room was booked under a pseudonym and I had to check in as "Mrs White" - the anglicised version of Bianchi. Lorenzo insisted that we are "Mr and Mrs White" for our stay and I'm trying not to feel excited at the thought of being married to Lorenzo.

Lorenzo has booked a penthouse at The Corinthia. I am stunned by it's beauty as I walk through the entrance and into a huge office and living room, smelling beautiful fresh flowers before being ushered through and up the staircase to our bedroom and private terrace. The butler introduces himself as Stefano, and asks if I would like the unpacking service - I decline, I barely have anything with me anyway - I asked Lorenzo what I would need and he said "you will not be spending much time wearing clothes, so do not worry." I've packed some basics and some nice underwear which I definitely don't want unpacked by Stefano!

It's early afternoon before Lorenzo joins me - Stefano gently knocking the door to announce his arrival - I didn't realise that i'd dozed off, but the sofa is the most comfortable thing i've ever sat on, so it's perhaps not surprising. Lorenzo stands in the doorway taking me in, a seductive smile playing across his lips. "Ah, Mrs White."

"Mr White" I say, as I cross the room towards him. He pulls me in to a kiss, pulling me close as I breathe in his scent. "Have you seen upstairs yet? Lorenzo - this room is incredible!"

"They are unpacking for me at the moment, but please show me the terrace."

"Do you play chess?" I ask as we walk through the doors to the terrace - there is an oversized board set up and waiting for a game to begin.

"Yes, I do, but let's play later. For now, I want to look at this view. With you." Stefano brings us drinks and Lorenzo wraps his arms around me as we stand, his fingers tracing small circles on my arm as my skin prickles with desire. Stefano lets us know that Lorenzo's belongings are unpacked and Lorenzo takes him to one side, speaking too quietly for me to hear. Stefano descends, leaving Lorenzo and I alone. "Mrs White, do you wish to see the bedroom" he says with a lascivious grin.

His kisses cover my skin as I luxuriate in the softness of the bed underneath me - it's even more comfortable than the sofa. Lorenzo makes quick work of removing my clothes and I am soon gasping under his touch. I reach out to try and find his length, wanting him, pulling him closer to me as I strip him quickly. It's barely been a week but I'm desperate to feel him inside me again. He thrusts hard, burying himself deeply inside me as his pace quickens and his hand rubs me closer and closer to reaching oblivion. He growls, lost in his own building orgasm before a final thrust is accompanied by his release. We lie, tangled in the sheets afterwards, neither of us ready to move from this bliss.

"What did you talk to Stefano about?" I ask, turning to see his face and pushing dark hair from his brow before softly kissing his forehead.

"I was making some plans for later today - nothing to worry about. For now, I do not want to move from this spot." Lorenzo pulls me close, the bright sun streaming through the window across our faces. I feel relaxed - after the stress of dealing with Joe lately and the pressures of work, I've earned this time and this is exactly how I want to spend it.

As afternoon turns to evening, we finally make it out of bed following an afternoon of long, luxurious sex - taking our time to explore each other's bodies with no interruptions. Lorenzo runs a bath with bubbles and candles and it's big enough for both of us. I lie back against his chest as he gently pours water over my shoulders and then my hair. The last person who washed my hair was my mother, and tears spring to my eyes.