Not that innocent

Chapter 4 - candlelight dinner

Max's cheeks flushed, a mixture of surprise and mild embarrassment coloring his face. Sarah chuckled at the unexpected interruption and exchanged a knowing look with Max. "Inspector Seb didn't saw you coming," she said, offering smile.

Sebastian grinned and pinched her arm. "Ah, don't mind me. I'm just here for a bit of entertainment." He winked at Max, who couldn't help but roll his eyes with a playful sigh. "You know, Seb, it's not what it looks like," Max said with a smirk, playing along.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow dramatically. "Oh really? Tell me more, then."
Max leaned in, "We were just discussing the aerodynamics of the dessert menu."

Sebastian burst into laughter. "Ah, of course! Very important stuff."
Sarah joined in the laughter, and the three of them shared a light-hearted moment. Sebastian then turned a more genuine smile towards Max and Sarah. "Well, in all seriousness, I'm glad to see you two enjoying the evening. Max, treat her well." He gave Max a serious look that quickly softened into genuine warmth.
Max nodded, a mixture of gratitude and affection in his eyes. "Don't worry, I will."

As Sebastian eventually excused himself, Max and Sarah were left alone once again. Their conversation seamlessly resumed, as if the interruption had never happened. Time seemed to slip away, the boundaries of the dining hall fading as they lost themselves in each other's stories and laughter.

With each drink and every exchange, Max and Sarah found themselves opening up in ways they hadn't thought. The comfortable ambiance of the bar seemed to encourage a deeper level of vulnerability.
After a few rounds of drinks, they decided to take a stroll outside the hotel, their steps leading them to a peaceful garden area lighted up by the soft glow of lanterns.

As they walked past the terrace Max and Sarah spotted an unattended bottle of wine on a nearby table. With a shared glance they decided to "borrow" the bottle and continued their walk.
Their adventure in "borrowing" wine led them to a cozy spot on the floor just outside their hotel room. They shared sips of the stolen wine and eventually their laughter had quieted, replaced by a shared sense of intimacy.

Max's gaze rested upon Sarah, his eyes tracing the contours of her face. With a mixture of desire and tenderness, he reached out to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, allowing his fingers to graze the soft skin of her neck. The connection between them felt electric, as if an unspoken understanding pulse in the air.
Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to the curve of her neck, his lips warm against her skin.
The touch was feather-light, a whisper of intimacy that stirred a rush of emotions within them both. Max's heart raced...
And then, as if guided by an unspoken agreement, Max's lips found hers. It was a moment that held the weight of possibility, a single touch that had the power to change the course of their relationship. The kiss was soft yet charged, a fusion of curiosity.
Time seemed to suspend, the world around them fading into the background.
As the kiss deepened, Max's hand found its way to Sarah's cheek, his touch both gentle and firm. The sensation of her skin against his fingertips was a reminder that this moment was real.
Their lips parted, and they remained close, their foreheads resting against each other. Their breaths mingled, a rhythmic exchange that mirrored the beating of their hearts.

In the midst of the intensity, Sarah found herself unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing her closer to him. With a newfound boldness, she shifted onto Max's lap, straddling him, their bodies pressed intimately against each other.
Max's arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened even further. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of their connection—the warmth of their bodies, the rhythm of their breaths, and the exchange of emotions that flowed between them.
As they continued to explore the depths of their kiss, Sarah's fingers found their way to Max's hair. The soft strands slipped through her fingers like silk, and she gently ran her fingertips through his hair, eliciting a low, almost involuntary moan from him. It was a sound that sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, igniting her own desire even further.
Max's hands explored her back, his touch a combination of tenderness and longing. With each passing moment, their desire for each other grew. The feel of her body against his, the sensation of her fingers in his hair—it was as if they were discovering new dimensions of each other.

Sarah's touch grew bolder.Her fingers threaded through Max's blonde hair, and with a gentle tug, she tilted his head back slightly. The shift in position allowed her to deepen their kiss even further, her lips molding against his with a fervor that left no room for doubt.

With the fire of their passion still burning, Sarah's desire led her to explore new territory. As their lips momentarily parted, she shifted her focus, her lips grazing the sensitive skin of Max's neck. A soft exhale escaped his lips, a mixture of surprise and pleasure at the unexpected sensation.
Sarah's lips traced a path along the curve of his neck, her movements slow and deliberate.

Max's hands tightened their grip on her waist, his fingers pressing into her skin. The sensation of her lips on his neck sent waves of pleasure radiating through him. Max's breath grew ragged as her lips moved against his skin, his head tilting slightly to allow her better access. The sensation was unlike anything he had experienced before, a blend of vulnerability and desire that left him yearning for more.

As Sarah's lips found a particularly sensitive spot, a low moan escaped Max's lips, his eyes closing briefly as he surrendered to the pleasure that enveloped him.

However, a sudden realization of their surroundings snapped him back to reality. The hotel corridor wasn't the most private or appropriate place for such intimate moment between them.

„Sarah," he murmured, his voice a whisper, "as much as I want this, we should stop... or find a more private setting."

Sarah's own breath was uneven, her gaze locked with his. She nodded,"You're right. Its getting late and tomorrow is race day," she replied, her voice tinged with a breathlessness that matched his own.
With a final lingering touch on her cheek both stood up. „Normally I'm hyped about the race, but i wished it was monday."

Running a hand through his hair, he considered the situation. He wanted nothing more than to continue the connection he had with Sarah, but the responsibilities of his profession loomed large. He knew that his performance on the track depended on his focus, dedication, and a well-rested mind.
With frustration and resignation, Max's internal struggle played out in his expression. He knew that, for the sake of his career and the team, he needed to prioritize the upcoming race session over his own desires and call it a night.

They reached her door, and for a moment, they stood there, their eyes locking in a silent exchange of emotions. Max reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
"Thank you for tonight," he said softly.
Sarah smiled. "I had a wonderful time," she replied, her voice soft but filled with genuine feeling.
"I hope we can continue this," he said, his words carrying a promise that he fully intended to keep.
Sarah nodded, her smile turning slightly. "I hope so too."
With a final look, they parted ways, each walking back to their hotel rooms.