Magnetic Hearts

The Docks

The Monaco night was alive with the hum of distant motors and the scent of saltwater in the air. Chris stood at the edge of the docks, her nerves buzzing as she watched the gentle sway of the yachts under the moonlight. She still couldn't believe she had agreed to this - meeting Franco Colapinto in a private corner of the marina, alone. It was reckless. It was dangerous. And yet, the thrill of it was impossible to ignore.

Her phone vibrated in her hand.

**Franco:** *I'm here.*

She looked up just in time to see him emerge from the shadows, his tall frame moving with a confidence that set her pulse racing. Dressed casually in a fitted black shirt and jeans, he looked every bit the cocky, young driver she'd expected. But there was something else too - a rawness, a hunger in his eyes that told her tonight would be anything but ordinary.

"Chris," he greeted, his voice smooth as he closed the distance between them. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

"Neither was I," she admitted, her voice low, almost breathless.

Franco stepped closer, his gaze locking onto hers with that same intensity that had thrown her off balance during their interview. The sexual chemistry between them was thick, palpable in the air around them. She could feel it in every glance, in the way he stood just a little too close, and in the way her body reacted instinctively to his presence. "What changed your mind?" he asked, his tone teasing, though his eyes burned with desire.

Chris crossed her arms, trying to keep some semblance of composure. "Curiosity, I guess. You're not like the other drivers."

Franco smirked, his green eyes glinting in the soft light of the marina. "That's because I don't play by the rules. I don't believe in them."

Chris swallowed hard, feeling the heat between them intensify with every word. "That much is obvious."

They stood there for a moment, the silence between them filled with unspoken tension. Franco took another step closer, his scent - a mix of salt and musk - filling her senses. He was so close now that she could feel the warmth of his body, and her resolve was quickly slipping.

"Do you always break the rules?" she asked, her voice more daring than she intended.

Franco's eyes darkened. "Only when the reward is worth it."

Chris felt a shiver run down her spine, her breath catching in her throat. She was playing a dangerous game, but damn it, she wanted to see how far it would go."You're sure of yourself," she said, her tone teasing, though her body betrayed her as she shifted closer to him.

He smiled, that cocky, infuriating smile that had first disarmed her during the interview. "Confidence is half the battle, don't you think?"

Her lips parted, but she couldn't think of a comeback. Franco's gaze flicked down to her mouth, and the space between them suddenly felt suffocating in the best way possible.

"You don't have to pretend with me, Chris," he said, his voice low, rough around the edges. "I can see it in your eyes."

"See what?"

"That you want this. You want me."

Chris's breath hitched, her pulse thundering in her ears. She could deny it, she could try to hold onto her professionalism, but what would be the point? The attraction between them was undeniable, and the more she tried to fight it, the more it consumed her.

"Maybe I do," she whispered, her voice betraying the lust building inside her. "But I'm not making this easy for you."

Franco's eyes flared with challenge, and his hand moved to her waist, pulling her in just enough for their bodies to graze each other. Her heart raced, her skin electrified by the contact.

"I don't want easy," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you - exactly like this. The push and pull, the tension, the fire."

Chris could hardly breathe, every word sending a jolt of heat straight to her core. "Careful what you wish for."

He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "I don't do careful."

The tease was unbearable, the closeness intoxicating. She wanted to kiss him, to close the distance and feel the full weight of his desire against her. But Franco wasn't about to make it that simple.

Instead, he brushed his lips lightly against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

Chris's body trembled at his words, her resolve crumbling. "You're not exactly easy to forget either."

Franco let out a low laugh, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes again. "Then stop trying to fight it."

Without another word, his mouth crashed into hers, capturing her in a kiss that was as fierce as the chemistry that had been building between them. Chris melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers with a wicked, deliberate slowness.

Franco's hands roamed her body, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Every touch sent a spark of desire through her, and she responded with equal intensity, letting herself get lost in the heat of the moment.

It wasn't just a kiss - it was a battle for control, each of them pushing and pulling, teasing and taking. Chris had never felt anything like it before. The raw, undeniable connection between them was overwhelming, like a force of nature that couldn't be ignored.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their hearts racing.

"You don't play fair," Chris said, her voice husky as she struggled to catch her breath.

Franco grinned, brushing a thumb over her swollen lower lip. "I told you, I don't believe in playing by the rules."

Chris laughed softly, feeling her walls come down more and more with each passing second. "What now?"Franco's gaze flicked down to her lips again, and he smirked. "Now? I take you somewhere we can break the rules."Her heart skipped a beat. "And where's that?"

"Let me show you."Without waiting for her reply, Franco took her hand, leading her toward one of the sleek yachts docked nearby. The air between them buzzed with excitement, the promise of what was to come hanging thick in the night.

Chris knew she was stepping into dangerous territory, but she didn't care anymore. The tension between them was electric, the desire undeniable. And tonight, for the first time in a long time, she was ready to let go.

Whatever happened next, she knew one thing for sure: Franco Colapinto was going to be one hell of a ride.