Twists and Turns in Monte Carlo: A Formula 1 Affair

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Austria 9:15 pm, Saturday - July 2020

The chalet in Austria was the epitome of rustic luxury, perched high in the mountains with panoramic views of the valley below. As the sun dipped behind the peaks, casting a golden hue over everything, Joanne and Toto settled into the cozy embrace of the terrace. 

The scent of pine trees mingled with the crisp mountain air, creating an intoxicating ambiance.

Joanne took a deep drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly as she gazed at the horizon. She tried to relaxe more and more yet she has a lot of work that should be done now, not her mingling here with Toto.

A glass of rich red wine was cradled in her hand, the liquid catching the last rays of sunlight. She glanced over at Toto, who was sitting opposite her, his large hands skillfully massaging her feet.

"You know," she began, a playful smile tugging at her lips, "I could get used to this kind of treatment."

Toto chuckled, his fingers kneading a particularly tense spot. "Oh, could you now? I'll have to make a note of that."

She sighed contentedly, sinking deeper into her chair. "I mean, it's not every day a girl gets her feet rubbed by a handsome billionaire. What did I do to deserve this?"

He glanced up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know this would work the same the other way around. A man could get his feet rubbed by a devilishly handsome billionaire."

Joanne raised an eyebrow, sipping her wine. "Well having more money than you is actually quite thrilling. No one can call me at least a gold digger."

Toto laughed, a deep, resonant sound that filled the evening air. "I don't think anyone would dare call you that. You're far too formidable."

She smirked, leaning back in her chair. "I never hard someone say formidable in their daily vocabulary. But you know, this whole 'relaxing in a chalet' thing is pretty nice. You should take me on vacation more often."

He squeezed her foot gently, his thumb tracing circles on her arch. "I fly you out every chance I get, be a bit more grateful, Joanne darling. But you know what I think?"

"What?" she asked, her voice low and curious.

"I think you like being spoiled," he teased, his eyes locking onto hers.

Joanne chuckled, taking another drag from her cigarette. "Maybe I do. But only by you."

He leaned forward, his expression serious now. "Only by me, huh? I like the sound of that."

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his tone. There was something intoxicating about the way he looked at her, like she was the only person in the world. "Good," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. 

He stood up, his hand trailing up her leg. "You know, I've been thinking about you all day. It was hard to concentrate on anything else."

Joanne bit her lip, her pulse quickening. "Is that so?"

Toto nodded, his hand slipping higher, making her breath hitch. "Yes. And now that we're here, I can't stop thinking about what I want to do to you."

She shivered, feeling a surge of desire. "What do you want to do to me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want to hear you beg for me."

With that, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive urgency. Joanne melted against him, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and intense. "I want to hear you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Let me hear how much you want this."

Joanne gasped as his fingers found her most sensitive spot, her head falling back against the chair. "Toto... please..."

He smirked, his touch growing more insistent. "Good girl," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Now, let's see just how loud I can make you scream."

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Great Britain 11:30pm, Saturday night - August 2020

Joanne, feeling the solitude of the night, had decided to make the best of it. Toto was stuck in a meeting, so she had to keep herself busy. She had ordered room service, indulging in a lavish meal that now sat half-eaten on the coffee table. God, how she missed England, its culture and somehow even its food.

Now, she danced wildly around the room, lost in the music blasting from her phone. She was dressed in Toto's team principal shirt, which barely covered her ass, revealing flashes of her underwear with every spin and twirl.

A bottle of wine was in her hand, and she took occasional sips between puffs of her cigarette, the smoke swirling around her like an ethereal mist.

The music pumped through the room, a pulsating beat that seemed to match the rhythm of her racing heart. Joanne felt free, uninhibited, and entirely in the moment, something she had not had in her last few weeks working up to 120 hours. God, she should actually be working right now. She took another sip of wine.

She closed her eyes, letting the music take over, her movements becoming more fluid and sensual. Work should be her least problem now. Weed? Where could she get some weed now?

Moving rhythmically around the room, her eyes closed, her long hair falling around her like curtains.

The door clicked open, and Toto stepped into the room. He paused at the sight before him, his breath catching in his throat. Joanne, in her carefree state, was a vision of raw beauty and allure. Her long hair whipped around her as she danced, and the sight of her in his shirt stirred something deep within him.

"Hey there, beautiful," he called softly, his voice almost lost in the music.

She turned to him, a slow, sultry smile spreading across her lips. "You kept me waiting for hours. I hope you have a good excuse," she said, her voice a playful mix of relief and mischief. She sauntered over to him, her movements still in time with the beat, and extended her hand. "Come join me."

Toto couldn't help but smile, captivated by her infectious energy and the magnetic pull she had on him. He set down his bag and loosened his tie, stepping into the room and taking her hand. "You're a sight for sore eyes," he murmured, pulling her close.

Joanne laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I thought you might need a bit of fun after a long day," she said, swaying against him, already a bit tipsy.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her movements as they danced together. "You have no idea," he replied, his voice low and husky.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper. "I'm all yours," she said, raising her arms above her head and twirling away from him, letting herself fall on the bed. "Come and take what's yours."

Toto scratched his chin sheepishly. "All mine, huh? I like the sound of that."

"Then show me," she whispered, her voice a seductive challenge.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "With pleasure," he said, his tone promising more than just words. All he thought about was her right now.

He pulled her back up from the bed, spun her around, pressing her back against his chest, his hands roaming over her body with possessive intent. His touch was firm, confident, and she could feel the heat of his desire through the fabric of his shirt.

Joanne gasped, her body arching into his touch. She felt the intensity of his presence, every movement deliberate and powerful. He was definitely better than drugs, and she wanted to lose herself in him completely.