"What if we're better as a team?" Lando asked, his gaze softening.
"We're better as rivals," Rose replied, her heart pulling her in two directions.
In this world of speed ambition friendship and love, every race could change everything-on and off th...
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Note: Chapter 46.5 contains the original scene I wrote. I'll leave it to you to decide which one you prefer between this and Chapter 46.
Again, for those who prefer to skip, rest assured that this chapter does not contain critical plot developments. Feel free to jump ahead without missing any key moments. I'll see you in Chapter 47! 📖🌟
The world beyond the balcony faded away, leaving only the two of them bathed in Monaco's soft golden glow. Lando's hands drifted lower, exploring her curves with a tentative touch. But as his fingers brushed her waist, Rose's hand caught his wrist, a subtle tension in her grip.
Sensing her hesitation, he paused, leaning closer to press a gentle kiss just below her ear.
Rose's mind raced, torn between the safety of keeping her walls intact and the magnetic pull of his presence. Vulnerability had always felt like a dangerous game, but the quiet tenderness in his touch softened her resistance.
"Trust me," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.
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Her breath hitched, eyes closing as his words enveloped her. Slowly, she released his wrist, her fingers slipping into his hair, choosing to surrender to the warmth of his embrace and the promise held in his touch.
Lando's lips moved along her neck, his kisses turning into soft, teasing bites that left her trembling. Each touch ignited a spark beneath her skin, though her thoughts faltered under the weight of uncertainty. Would this change everything between them? Could she trust this moment not to break her heart? As if he were reading her mind, he murmured softly, "You set the pace, Rose. If you want me to stop..."
Her back was to him, her breath hitching as his words filled the space between them. Slowly, she turned her head to glance over her shoulder, her voice soft but steady. "I trust you, Lando."
The weight of her words settled like a quiet promise, her body leaning instinctively into his as his arms circled her waist. His touch was steady, grounding her in a way that dissolved every lingering doubt. The warmth of him against her back felt like a shield from the uncertainties swirling in her mind, and in his presence, she found a safety she hadn't known she needed. As his fingers lightly traced her waist, the ache building inside her pushed her beyond hesitation, drawing her deeper into the moment.
A shiver coursed down her spine as his lips pressed softly against the curve of her neck, sending sparks across her skin. His fingers slipped beneath her dress, moving with a confident yet tender precision that made her breath hitch. Slowly, deliberately, his touch drifted lower, igniting a fire within her. When he found that delicate spot, his feather-light caress over her clitoris sent a wave of pleasure rippling through her, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her body arched instinctively against him, silently asking for more.
