Burn For You 🔥 | Max Verstappen

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This story was requested by reader: RachelN1008 

⚠️ 18+ spicy!!! Little plot, mostly spice. Warning provided. 

Bridgerton coded!!!
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Daphne leaned back on the couch, her arms aching slightly from a morning of relentless organizing and cleaning. The scent of lavender cleaner lingered in the air, mixing with the faint smell of the iced coffee she'd made earlier but never finished. Max had left hours ago to play paddle with his friends and now the apartment was still, almost too quiet.

There was no particular reason for her restlessness, no clear source of the knot of energy tightening in her chest.  She considered calling a friend or picking up a book, but neither felt quite right. Her eyes flicked to the bookshelf. Maybe now was the time to start that novel she'd bought months ago. 

Flopping onto the couch with a sigh, Daphne grabbed her phone and began scrolling aimlessly through Tiktok. Video after video...nothing seemed to grab her attention. That is until she stumbled across a bunch of clips from a new show, Bridgerton. The costumes, the actors dialogue and the chemistry between the characters seemed enticing. 

Everyone commented how good the show was and she curiously noticed how much everyone talked about the Duke of Hastings. She even giggled slightly realizing the female lead shared the same name as her, Daphne. 

She'd heard about the show before but never really considered watching it. Tonight, however, with her mind buzzing and needing a distraction, it seemed like just the thing.

"Why not?" she whispered to herself.

She stood and walked into the kitchen, deciding that if she was going to binge the first season of the show, she was going to do it properly. She pulled out a bag of popcorn, tossed it into the microwave, and cracked open a can of cherry coke, the perfect girl dinner. 

Daphne grabbed her favorite blanket...a soft, oversized one that Max had teased her about because of how often she used it, and settled into the couch. With the popcorn bowl sitting on her lap and the remote in hand, she found the show on Netflix and pressed play.

The opening notes of the Bridgerton theme song filled the room and Daphne was sucked in already. The lush of the old London era, paired with the witty Lady Whistledown, hooked her from the start.

By the time the first episode ended, Daphne found herself reaching for the remote to play the next one. The hours slipped by unnoticed as she laughed, gasped and swooned over Daphne and Simon.

By the time she reached the later episodes, her thoughts were wandering. The tension between Daphne and Simon...it all began to get under her skin. The show wasn't just romantic, it was sensual. Every scene dripped with repressed desire and it was impossible not to feel it herself. 

Her body seemed to react before her mind could catch up. Her breath hitched during the intimate moments and she found herself shifting uncomfortably on the couch, as if trying to ease an ache she couldn't quite place.

The idea of forbidden passion, of giving in to desire despite the risks, sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't even realize her hand had drifted under the blanket until her fingers brushed against the soft fabric of her lounge shorts.

At first, it was just an absent minded touch. A gentle press here, a slow stroke there. But the more she thought about the characters on screen, the more her own body seemed to match their longing. Her fingers moved of their own, slipping beneath the band of her shorts and tracing delicate circles over panties.

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