Twists and Turns in Monte Carlo: A Formula 1 Affair

{7.1}

Soft splashing sounded from the adjoining modern bathroom. In general, the hotel room was too modern for her. Only now did she notice.

She grabbed a shirt from his suitcase and put it on. Where was her slip? She rummaged around between her clothes and his before she found them.

Finally clothed again, she opened the window as wide as she could.

Toto stood leaning in the doorway with a towel around his waist and watched her with amusement.

First Joanne dug a cigarette out of her pocket, then climbed confidently onto the bed and twisted the smoke detector out of its holder and placed it by the open window.

She threw herself back on the bed, her hair in a tangle and her face adorned with a rosy glow. "So this is a two time thing now?" Her voice still a little husky.

Toto climbed  into the bed with her. "Seeing you like this , makes me wonder if this might be a three time thing."

She carefully lit the cigarette in her hand, blowing the smoke in his face. Minutes ago her lips were wrapped around his cock, now she laid there liking them as she looked at him. She made him forget who he was. What his responsibilities were. His principles in live. 

The air smelled like sex. Like a desire that was given in, with no guilt. He took a puff himself, ran a hand over her leg and then looked at her thoughtfully.

"You know what I like about you?" she said cockily, "you think so much. I always see you thinking about something. Sometimes I wonder if you're thinking about me, Mr. Wolff." Her face was adorned with a flirtatious grin.

"I think we're long past 'Mr. Wolff', don't you think?" He could still taste her lips on his, and heart Paul's words from tonight far back in his head.

"I know, but I think it's sexy."

The two of them lay there together in silence, the loud sounds of the city filtering through the window into the quiet room.

After a while, toto asked curiously into the silence: "And have you worked out a plan for how this is going to continue?"

Joanne scooted up to him, her face now close to his. With one hand, he brushed her strands of hair out of her face. The smell of sex and tobacco surrounded them both. 

"I always have a plan," she murmured, her eyes locking onto his, "I knew this was not a one time thing."

He raised an eyebrow questioningly, his gaze darkening slightly. "Did you lie to me last time?" With the hand he had just been stroking her hair with, he gripped her jaw tightly, making her look up at him.

"No. I just did not tell you everything. There is a big difference." 

Her eyes shone and he could see a shrewdness in her that he hadn't realized before.

"You are a very smart woman, Joanne Kennedy, but do not think you can play me." 

Joanne smirked, her confidence unwavering despite his tight grip. "Oh, Toto, this isn't a game to me. We need to be clear about what we are doing here."

He released her jaw and ran his thumb over her lips, his touch gentle but firm. "And what exactly are we doing here?"

She softly sucked on his thumb, elicited a slight groan from him before she replied. "We fuck. No strings attached, no falling in love. People who have sex fall in love, and we can't afford that complication. People who fuck, have a good time."

Toto's eyes narrowed, studying her intently. "You really think we can keep it that simple? We barely can be in a room together."

Her smile widened, a mix of challenge and amusement in her eyes. "The only room we have to be together in, are hotel rooms across the world."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "No boundaries, Joanne. No rules except one: we tell no one."

She shivered at his words, the thrill of their secret affair coursing through her. "I have to tell my friends. I live with them, they will notice. And actually - they somehow already know." She bit her lip looking up at him waiting for his reaction. 

Toto's hand slid down her body, his touch igniting a fresh wave of desire, grabbing her ass harshly. "You have what?"

Joanne sat up, she had the feeling she had to talk to him at eye level. "We are four women in our twenties living together in New York. What do you think we talk about? I only told them we fucked, no details." She played with the rings on her tattooed fingers. "I did not tell more out of respect of you."

"Should I be thankful now?" 

"Yes, you ass", she snarled at him.  

Toto's grip on her tightened, pulling her roughly against him. "Watch your mouth, Joanne. Remember who you're dealing with."

Her eyes flashed with defiance, but she nodded, the thrill of his dominance coursing through her. "Yes, Mr. Wolff." She bit her lower lip looking like she just turned herself on with her wit.

Toto's eyes darkened, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You're playing a dangerous game," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Joanne's heart raced, but she couldn't resist the challenge. "I always did like living on the edge," she replied, her voice breathy but steady.

He moved closer, his lips just a whisper away from hers. "Is that so?" His hand slid down her back, fingers digging into her flesh possessively.

"Yes," she breathed, her body responding to his touch, arching towards him. "But can you keep up?" 

Toto's grip tightened further, his breath hot against her skin. "You'll find I'm more than capable. But remember, no falling in love."

Joanne's smile was almost predatory. "Just fucking, Mr. Wolff. I promise."

They sealed their pact with a kiss, the room filled with the tension of their agreement. No boundaries, no rules, and a secret no one could ever know.