*Squeezed together in the bathtub. Holy shit, he had wanted to have her like this all week, but she was stuck at home in Monaco for some modeling shit when he was stuck at Spa (Belgian GP). Now, usually Lando really liked Spa, but that week spent in Belgium was enough to kill him.

Now he was back home, with her. The water was running down his back. He stared at her as if she was a complete masterpiece, a goddess in life and flesh. He watched as water ran down the valley of her breasts, how water droplets ran down her shoulders and arms. He needed to find an excuse to touch her- he turned the water off, grabbing her body wash and squirting some gel onto his palm. He lathered for a bit before rubbing her back.

“Your so soft,” he basically moaned out, his hands moving to her breasts.*