Not that innocent

Chapter 5 - the early bird...

Race day had finally arrived, and the excitement in the air was noticeable. Max, however, found it difficult to get a good night's sleep. He lay in bed, his mind consumed by thoughts of Sarah – her lips, her touch, and the events that might have unfolded if the race wasn't today. The sensation of her gentle kisses on his neck lingered, sending delightful shivers down his spine every time he recalled them. He was lost in his thoughts. The desire to be with her in that moment was almost overwhelming.
Unable to resist any longer, Max grabbed his phone and messaged Sarah. He wanted to see her before the race began, specifically at the paddock. He pressed send, hoping for a quick response. To his delight, Sarah's reply came almost immediately. She too had been replaying the events of the previous night in her mind. Her immediate response mirrored his own feelings, perfectly timed as she was just getting ready for work. A quick detour to the Red Bull paddock seemed worth it.
They agreed to meet early, before the driver parade and the start of the race. The paddock was still relatively quiet at this hour, with only a few people wandering around.

Max set off, walking with a determined stride towards the Red Bull area. Along the way, he crossed paths with Helmut, who praised him for his early dedication to the race day preparations. Max simply smiled and thanked him, not revealing the true reason behind his early appearance. His heart raced as he continued his way, to meet the only person who occupied his thoughts.
As he approached the entrance with the number 33 – his unmistakable race number – he spotted Sarah standing there. Her presence alone was enough to send excitement through him. Wanting to surprise her, Max placed his hand on her lower back and whispered softly into her ear. "I hope at least one of us managed to get some sleep. I couldn't... and it's all your fault!" His playful grin mirrored his words. Memories of their shared moments from the night before came flooding back, creating a warmth that contrasted with the early morning chill.
Sarah's reaction was immediate. Her skin tingled at the sensation of his breath against her ear. She turned to face him, her eyes lighting up as they locked onto his. Their connection was undeniable, and the desire that had been simmering just below the surface was now vividly evident in their exchanged glances.
They made their way through the entrance, Max leading her to his driver room. As the door closed behind them, the sense of privacy and intimacy grew stronger. "This is where we can talk without any interruptions," Max stated. She looked around – there wasn't much to see, but it felt cozier than expected.

"Talk?" Sarah repeated, her voice carrying a teasing tone that matched the sparkle in her eyes. She took a step back, creating a bit of space between them, yet their gazes remained locked in a magnetic pull. "Yes, talk," Max responded with a chuckle, taking a step closer to bridge the distance. "Unless, of course, you have something else in mind?" His tone was laced with playful intent, his eyes dancing.
Sarah's grin widened, her gaze never leaving his. "You know, I think actions speak louder than words," she remarked, her words infused with a newfound boldness.

Suddenly, with a swift yet gentle movement, he pushed her against the wall.
Before he could react, Sarah lifted her arms above her head, and Max instinctively captured her wrists, holding them securely against the wall.