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Crossing the Line

https://www.tumblr.com/elenasalvatore94/765184988932161536/cracks-in-the-armor-6?source=share

(previous one)

Hello, my dears! Sorry for my delay.

Chris sat on the edge of her couch, legs curled beneath her, staring at her phone silently. Franco's confession from days ago still echoed in her mind; no matter how much she tried to push it away, it lingered. The words kept repeating in her head: I'm in love with you.

It scared her. More than anything, it terrified her. She had built her life around control-of her career, her emotions, everything. And here was Franco, a whirlwind of intensity and youth, unraveling all of that. She wasn't supposed to feel this way, especially about someone younger. She had rules-boundaries.

But now those walls were crumbling, and Chris didn't know how to handle it.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed, the sound making her jump. She glanced at the screen and saw Franco's name, a tight knot forming in her stomach. He had been texting her every day, but she had been too afraid to respond. It wasn't that she didn't want to-it was that she didn't trust herself if she did. But tonight was different.

Franco: Can I see you? I know things have been weird, but I can't stop thinking about you.

Chris stared at the message for what felt like an eternity before her fingers moved on their own, typing a reply.

Chris: Come over.

The moment she hit send, a rush of anxiety flooded her system. What was she doing? This was a bad idea. But the second she heard the knock on her door twenty minutes later, her heart raced with anticipation.

Chris opened the door, and there he was. Franco stood in the doorway, his usual confident smirk nowhere to be found. He looked vulnerable like he had been waiting for her to pull him back in, and now that she had, he wasn't sure what to do. His green eyes locked onto hers, searching for something-reassurance, perhaps. Or maybe just the truth she wasn't ready to admit.

"Chris," Franco said softly, stepping inside.

She stepped back to let him in, the air between them thick with tension. They had never been like this before-unsure, hesitant. But everything had changed since that night, and they both knew it.

"I shouldn't have asked you to come," Chris muttered, running a hand through her hair as she paced around the room. "This is a bad idea."

Franco closed the door behind him, watching her with a furrowed brow. "If you didn't want me here, you wouldn't have texted."

She sighed, knowing he was right. "It's not that simple, Franco. You don't understand how complicated this is for me."

Franco moved closer, his presence drawing her in even when she wanted to push him away. "Then explain it to me. Because I don't see it as complicated. I see two people who care about each other. What's so wrong about that?"

Chris's breath hitched as he stopped right in front of her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She looked up at him, her walls crumbling further with every second that passed. "I'm terrified," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I've never let anyone in like this, and I'm scared I'm going to get hurt."

Franco reached out, gently taking her hand in his. His touch was soft but grounding. "You're not the only one who's scared, Chris. But you can't run from this forever."

She wanted to argue, to push him away again. But instead, she found herself leaning into him, resting her head against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, and for a brief moment, she felt safe.

"This is so messed up," she whispered, her voice muffled against his shirt.

Franco chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Maybe. But it's our mess."

They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, the world outside fading away. It was just the two of them, tangled in a web of confusion, desire, and something much deeper.

"I don't want to have sex," Chris suddenly blurted out, her voice shaky but firm. "Not like before. I can't keep pretending it's just physical."

Franco pulled back slightly, lifting her chin so she would look at him. His green eyes were intense, but there was no judgment in them-only understanding. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

But even as he said the words, the tension between them became impossible to ignore. It hung in the air, thick and heavy, the pull undeniable. Chris swallowed hard, knowing that no matter how much she tried to fight it, she was losing the battle against her own desires.

"I don't know how to stop," she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

Franco's gaze softened, and he leaned down, his lips barely brushing against hers. "Then don't," he whispered back, his breath warm against her skin.

And just like that, the floodgates opened.

Chris surged forward, crashing her lips against his in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw, desperate, fueled by weeks of pent-up frustration and emotions they had both tried to ignore. Franco's hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, their bodies pressing together with an urgency that neither could control.

Before she knew it, they were stumbling toward her bedroom, clothes being shed in the hallway as they went. It was frantic, messy, a tangle of limbs and heated kisses as they tumbled onto the bed.

But this time, it was different. This wasn't just sex. It wasn't the frantic, lust-fueled encounters they had shared before. This time, every touch was deliberate, every kiss filled with unspoken emotions they had both been too afraid to acknowledge.

Franco moved above her, his hands roaming over her skin with a tenderness that made her heart ache. His lips followed the path of his hands, brushing over her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone. And as he entered her, slow and steady, Chris felt something shift deep inside her-a realization she wasn't ready to face.

They moved together in perfect sync, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both familiar and new. And just when Chris thought she couldn't handle the intensity anymore, Franco leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered the words that made her heart stop.

"I love you," he breathed, his voice raw and full of emotion. "I love you, Chris."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, and for the first time, Chris didn't try to run from them. She didn't push him away. Instead, she let herself feel it-let herself be vulnerable, even if just for this moment.

And as they moved together, she knew that everything had changed. There was no going back from this.

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Cracks in the Armor - 6

Hi, mi amores!

(previous one) https://www.tumblr.com/elenasalvatore94/765072512262488064/the-push-and-pull?source=share

My special couple...

Weeks passed, and despite their best efforts to keep things casual, Chris and Franco found themselves gravitating toward each other more and more. Chris told herself it was just the thrill of the chase, the excitement of secrecy. She would convince herself that she could keep her feelings in check. Franco, however, was different. She could see it in the way he looked at her now. His usual flirtatious charm was still there, but something deeper was lurking behind those green eyes-something that made her uneasy.

There were moments when she caught him staring at her during race weekends, even when they weren't together. Once, after a particularly close race where Franco had finished on the podium, Chris watched him from the press box. Their eyes locked for a brief second, and she saw something raw in his expression. She looked away quickly, pretending she hadn't noticed, but her heart pounded in her chest.

The problem was, she was feeling things too. Real things. It wasn't just physical anymore, and that terrified her. But she buried it, focusing on work and trying to keep their relationship strictly to late-night rendezvous and heated, stolen moments.

The tension between them had been building for days by the time the inevitable explosion finally came. They were back in Monaco, attending an exclusive after-party for the drivers. Franco had just finished another impressive race weekend, and the party was buzzing with energy. Chris was there to cover the event, but the second she walked into the room and spotted Franco across the crowded bar, she felt that familiar pull.

Franco noticed her immediately, his eyes darkening as they trailed over her figure in a sleek black dress. He made his way over to her, ignoring the crowd of people congratulating him on his performance. When he reached her, he placed a hand on her lower back, leaning in close so only she could hear him.

"We should get out of here," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Chris stiffened, her pulse quickening at the sensation of his hand on her. She should say no. She *should* walk away. But instead, she found herself nodding, her body already betraying her better judgment.

They slipped out of the party and made their way back to Franco's place-a sleek, modern apartment that overlooked the marina. The moment the door closed behind them, Franco's hands were on her, pulling her into a searing kiss that made Chris forget all the reasons why she shouldn't be here.

But tonight, something was different. As Franco pressed her against the wall, his lips trailing down her neck, Chris felt an unfamiliar knot of emotions tightening in her chest. This wasn't just lust. This wasn't just fun. And as soon as she realized that, panic set in.

"Stop," she gasped, pushing him away.

Franco immediately pulled back, his expression confused and concerned. "What's wrong?"

Chris shook her head, stepping away from him. "We can't keep doing this. It's too much."

"What are you talking about?" Franco asked, his brow furrowing as he took a step toward her.

"I mean *this*," Chris gestured between them, her voice rising. "We said it was just fun, remember? We said no strings attached. But now, it's... it's complicated."

Franco's expression darkened, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're the one making it complicated."

Chris felt her temper flare. "I'm making it complicated? You're the one who keeps looking at me like-like you want more!"

Franco's jaw tightened, and for a moment, Chris thought he was going to brush it off, like he always did. But instead, he stepped closer to her, his eyes flashing with frustration.

"Maybe I *do* want more," he said, his voice low and intense. "Maybe I'm tired of pretending this is just sex."

Chris's heart pounded in her chest, but she shook her head, refusing to let herself believe what she was hearing. "You're just saying that. You don't really-"

"I'm *in love with you*, Chris!" Franco shouted, his voice echoing through the apartment.

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and undeniable. Chris froze, her mind racing as she tried to process what he had just said. Franco, the cocky, confident rookie who had flirted with her during an interview, was standing in front of her, telling her he was in love.

"No, you're not," she said, her voice shaky. "You can't be."

Franco ran a hand through his hair, pacing in front of her like he was trying to hold himself together. "I didn't plan this. I didn't *want* this. But it happened. I'm in love with you, and I can't keep pretending that I'm not."

Chris felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her. This was too much. She wasn't prepared for this. She had told herself over and over that this was just a fling, something that would burn out eventually. But now, hearing Franco say those words, she realized that she had been lying to herself all along.

"I can't do this," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Franco stopped pacing and turned to face her, his expression raw and vulnerable. "Why not? What are you so afraid of?"

Chris swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I'm afraid of getting hurt. I'm afraid of what people will say, of what this could mean for both of us. You're so young, Franco. I can't be the one who messes up your career."

Franco's eyes softened, and he stepped closer, reaching out to gently cup her face in his hands. "You're not going to mess anything up. I don't care what anyone else thinks. All I care about is you."

Chris closed her eyes, leaning into his touch for a moment, letting herself feel the warmth and safety of his presence. But then the fear crept back in, and she pulled away, shaking her head.

"I need time," she said, her voice trembling. "I can't give you an answer right now."

Franco's face fell, but he nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I'll give you time. But don't wait too long, Chris. I've waited long enough."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Chris standing alone, her heart racing and her mind spinning.

She had no idea what to do next. All she knew was that everything had changed, and there was no going back.

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The Push and Pull - 5

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https://www.tumblr.com/elenasalvatore94/764986883797336065/the-yacht?source=share

(previous one)

Over the next few weeks, Chris and Franco couldn't seem to stay away from each other. Every race weekend brought them closer, but neither was willing to admit the depth of what they were feeling. It had started as just a physical attraction that exploded into something wild and undeniable. But now, it was becoming something else, something neither of them had anticipated.

Chris threw herself into her work, avoiding any unnecessary thoughts about Franco that weren't strictly professional. She was a journalist, after all, and he was an F1 driver-a much younger one at that. Her reputation mattered, and she wasn't going to be another one of those women tangled in a scandal with a driver. Yet, every time she was near him, her resolve crumbled.

They didn't talk about it-about what they were doing, or what it meant. They were good at pretending it was nothing. Casual, spontaneous, no strings attached. But beneath the surface, the tension between them simmered.

The problem was that Chris could feel Franco slipping under her skin. His cheeky smiles, the way his green eyes lingered on her in the paddock, his light touches that left her aching for more knew she was in trouble.

After one particularly tense interview post-qualifying, Franco caught her wrist as she tried to walk away, pulling her behind a trailer where no one could see them. His eyes were blazing with that familiar intensity that had her breath catching in her throat.

"Why are you running away from me, Chris?" he asked, his voice low but firm, his grip on her wrist firm but not painful.

"I'm not," she lied, hating the way her voice trembled slightly.

Franco stepped closer, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "You are. You've been avoiding me all week. I thought we were having fun."

Chris narrowed her eyes, trying to keep her defenses up. "We are. That's all it is, right? Fun."

For a second, something flashed in Franco's something that looked dangerously like pain it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He stepped back, his expression guarded now, his usual cocky grin reappearing. "Right. Just fun."

Chris felt a twinge of guilt but pushed it aside. She wasn't about to get swept up in the fantasy of whatever this was. Franco was young, and she wasn't going to fall into some doomed affair with a rookie driver.

But later that evening, when they found themselves alone in a hotel elevator after a media event, all her defenses crumbled again. The moment the doors closed, Franco's hand was on her waist, pulling her against him. His lips found hers in a hungry kiss, and she melted into him, all her resolve shattering like glass.

"You're driving me crazy," Franco murmured against her mouth, his voice thick with need. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Chris gasped as his hands roamed her body, slipping under the hem of her dress. "We shouldn't be doing this," she managed to whisper, though her body betrayed her by pressing closer to him.

"We shouldn't," Franco agreed, his breath hot against her ear. "But tell me you don't want me right now."

Chris opened her mouth to say something-anything-but no words came out. Instead, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss, losing herself in the sensation of him. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, but neither of them paid any attention. Franco quickly pushed her into the hallway, guiding her toward the first door he could find.

They stumbled into an empty conference room, locking the door behind them. The room was dimly lit, the large table in the center dominating the space. Franco wasted no time, hoisting Chris onto the edge of the table as his hands made quick work of her dress. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head and letting her hands roam over his chest, relishing the feeling of his toned muscles beneath her fingers.

Their kisses grew more frantic, more desperate as if they couldn't get enough of each other. Franco's hands slipped between her legs, and Chris moaned into his mouth, her body already aching for him. He didn't waste any time, pushing her panties aside and entering her with one swift movement that made her cry out in pleasure.

Chris wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust into her, hard and fast. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, along with their ragged breathing and the occasional moan. It was wild, and intense, just like the first time, but there was something more to it now. Something deeper.

Chris felt herself teetering on the edge again, her body tensing as Franco hit all the right spots. She tried to hold back, but it was no use. Her climax crashed over her, pulling her under, and she cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Franco followed soon after, his body shuddering as he buried himself inside her one last time. They stayed like that for a moment, tangled together on the edge of the table, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.

When Franco finally pulled away, he collapsed into the chair next to the table, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Chris leaned back on her elbows, her heart racing as she tried to process everything.

They didn't speak for a while, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words. Finally, Chris sat up, adjusting her dress as she looked at Franco. His green eyes met hers, and for a moment, something passed between them-something unspoken but undeniable."Maybe this is a bad idea," Chris said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Franco's jaw clenched, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he just looked at her, his expression unreadable.

After a long pause, he stood up and grabbed his shirt, pulling it back on. "Maybe," he said, his voice flat. "But we both know it's not over."Chris wanted to argue, wanted to tell him that it had to be over-that they couldn't keep doing this. But deep down, she knew he was right. This wasn't over. It was just the beginning.

As Franco left the room, leaving Chris alone with her thoughts, she realized that she was deeper than she had ever intended to be. And no matter how hard she tried to deny it, something had already changed between them.

The question was: how long could they keep pretending it didn't mean anything?

[elenasalvatore94]

Hello readers, anyone here waiting for a new chapter?

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The Yacht - 4

https://www.tumblr.com/elenasalvatore94/764917070301446144/the-docks?source=share

(previous one)

Ok, let's sit down again...

Warning: HOT!

The yacht rocked gently on the marina's calm waters as Chris followed Franco below deck. Her heart pounded with nerves and desire, and a small voice in her mind questioned how reckless this was. She barely knew him, and yet, the pull was too strong to resist. This wasn't like her, throwing caution to the wind for a man she had just interviewed hours ago. But Franco wasn't just any man. He was a storm in the making, a force she couldn't quite contain, and that scared her in the best possible way.

The sleek interior of the yacht was dimly lit, casting shadows that made everything feel surreal, like a dream. Chris's skin tingled as Franco led her into a private cabin, his hand never leaving hers. The door clicked shut behind them, and suddenly, the small room felt suffocating with the weight of what was about to happen.

Franco turned toward her, his intense green eyes locking onto hers. "You sure you want to do this?" His voice was low, rough with anticipation, but there was a tenderness in his question that caught her off guard.

Chris didn't hesitate. She nodded, her breath shaky, feeling the familiar heat stir between her thighs again. She wanted this - wanted him.

Franco's lips crashed into hers, more aggressive than before, the kiss filled with all the pent-up desire that had been building since their interview. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him as he pushed her back onto the plush bed behind them. Chris gasped into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Every touch was electrifying, every kiss left her wanting more.

Clothes became an afterthought, tossed aside in a frenzy of hands and mouths exploring every inch of exposed skin. Franco was relentless, his hands moving over her body with a purpose that drove her wild. Chris moaned as his lips trailed down her neck, biting and sucking in all the right places, leaving a burning path in their wake.

"God, you're beautiful," Franco murmured against her skin, his voice thick with lust. His hands roamed her body, teasing her breasts, her hips, the sensitive skin between her thighs.

Chris arched her back, her body reacting to him in ways she hadn't anticipated. Her moans filled the small cabin, the sound of her pleasure pushing her closer to the edge. When Franco's fingers slipped between her legs, exploring her wetness, she nearly lost it.

"You're so ready for me," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Chris couldn't form words, only nodding as her body trembled under his touch. Her mind was spinning, lost in the sensation of him, the way his fingers moved inside her, the way his thumb pressed against her clit in perfect rhythm. He had complete control over her, and she was powerless to stop him.

Franco pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze burning with desire. "I need to feel you, Chris. All of you."

He didn't wait for her response, pushing himself inside her with one deep, slow thrust that made her cry out in pleasure. Her body clenched around him, the sensation overwhelming, but she wanted more. Franco moved with precision, each thrust harder, deeper than the last, his body in perfect sync with hers. The yacht creaked under them, but it barely registered. All that mattered was the way Franco made her feel - wild, uninhibited, and completely out of control. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as he drove into her, harder and faster, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Chris felt herself teetering on the edge of release, the pressure building with every thrust, every moan that escaped her lips. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his back as her climax hit her like a wave, crashing over her in an explosion of pleasure. Franco followed soon after, his body tensing as he groaned her name, spilling inside her in a final, deep thrust.

For a few moments, the only sound was their ragged breathing as they lay tangled together on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Chris stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath, her mind still spinning. She couldn't believe what had just happened. The intensity of it all, the raw chemistry, the way Franco had completely unraveled her - it was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Franco rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at her, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His expression had softened, the cocky arrogance replaced with something more tender, more real.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

Chris nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "More than okay."

He grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Good."

They lay in silence for a while, the gentle rocking of the yacht lulling them into a comfortable stillness. Chris wasn't used to this - the intimacy after something so intense. But with Franco, it felt... right.

"So," she began, breaking the silence, "whose yacht is this, anyway?"

Franco chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. "Honestly? No idea. I'm borrowing it."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Borrowing it? From who?"

He shrugged, his grin playful. "A friend of a friend. I'm not exactly sure. But I figured it would make for a good first date."

She laughed, shaking her head. "A stolen yacht. Bold move, Colapinto."

Franco leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered, "I like to keep things interesting."

Chris sighed, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. "You succeeded."

They fell into easy conversation after that, talking about everything from their careers to their favorite places to travel. Chris found herself relaxing more and more, surprised at how natural it felt to talk to him like this as if they hadn't just met. Franco was sharp, witty, and had a disarming charm that made it impossible not to be drawn to him.

"I still can't believe you're only 21," Chris said, shaking her head in disbelief. "You don't act like it."

Franco smirked. "That's because I've had to grow up fast. Racing forces you to be older than you are."Chris nodded, understanding. "Still, you have this reckless side."

"I'm not reckless," Franco corrected, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I just take risks when I know the reward is worth it."

"And what about me?" Chris teased. "Was I worth the risk?"

Franco's gaze darkened with desire again, and he leaned in to kiss her deeply, his hand slipping under the sheets to pull her closer. When he finally pulled away, he smirked. "You're more than worth it, Chris."

Chris bit her lip, feeling the heat rise between them again. This may not be a bad idea after all.

[elenasalvatore94]

The docks - 3

Today is our first HOT chapter! Sit down everyone. https://www.tumblr.com/elenasalvatore94/764842302237704192/the-interview-part-2?source=share (previous one)

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.

Let's go?

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The interview - Part 2

I'm so happy to be here sharing those crazy thoughts with u, guys. Let's go for more?

https://www.tumblr.com/elenasalvatore94/764737480930082816/magnetic-hearts-franco-colapinto-s-fanfic?source=share (previous one)

Chris stormed down the hotel corridor, her pulse racing and skin tingling. She pushed her hair back, letting out a shaky breath. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Franco Colapinto had flirted with her, blatantly, and she hadn't stopped him as firmly as she should have. His words still echoed in her mind, each syllable stirring something primal inside her that she hadn't felt in years.

As she reached the lobby, her reflection caught her eye in the mirrored walls. She paused, quickly adjusting her hair - thick, dark waves that cascaded over her shoulders. Her skin had a warm, olive tone, a gift of her Brazilian heritage. She had grown up in São Paulo, a city as fast-paced as her career, and had spent years perfecting the art of being both professional and alluring in an industry dominated by men. Her brown eyes were sharp, focused, and calculated, always seeking out the next story. Yet here she was, rattled by a driver who was nearly a decade younger.

Chris wasn't a woman who typically questioned her power over her surroundings. She had learned early on that to survive in the male-dominated world of motorsport journalism, she needed to be tougher than her counterparts. She'd interviewed the biggest stars, dealt with their egos, and had become a respected figure for it. She wasn't just a journalist; she was a force.

But Franco... Franco was different. He hadn't looked at her like she was just another reporter. His gaze had penetrated beyond her armor, seeing something softer, something she wasn't used to revealing. And damn it, it had made her feel... alive.

She stepped outside into the warm evening air, her heels clicking against the pavement as she made her way back to the paddock area. The Monaco sunset painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, but Chris couldn't focus on its beauty. Her mind was consumed by the intensity of Franco's green eyes and the subtle smirk that played on his lips every time he spoke. She couldn't deny it anymore - there had been an undeniable chemistry between them, and the worst part was, she liked it. The heat between her thighs as she walked didn't help. The ache was distracting, a gnawing sensation that kept pulling her mind back to him. Chris had always prided herself on her control, but with Franco, that control had slipped the moment he'd said her name.

By the time she reached the paddock, the coolness of the evening began to settle in, but it did little to soothe the heat in her body. She found her secluded spot behind the media tents, taking a deep breath and trying to calm the rush of adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. She glanced down at the screen.

**Franco Colapinto:** *When can I see you again, Chris?*

Her heart thudded in her chest. How the hell did he even get her number? The question quickly dissipated as her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She knew what the right answer was:

*Never.* She knew it would be the professional thing to say. The mature thing. The thing that would keep her reputation intact.

But there was a thrill in his audacity, a daring edge that made her want to push back just as hard. He was challenging her, seeing how far she'd go. And for the first time in a long time, she wanted to play.

**Chris:** *Not sure if that's a good idea.*

The reply was instant.

**Franco:** *Oh, it's a great idea. You just haven't realized it yet.*

She bit her lip, an involuntary smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. The rational part of her brain screamed at her to shut this down, but her body was already betraying her. She was still warm and flushed, and she couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like to let her guard down, just once.

She quickly locked her phone, taking another deep breath. This was a dangerous game. She couldn't afford to get involved with a driver - especially one as young and unpredictable as Franco. And yet, something about the whole situation was exhilarating. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, it was intoxicating.

As Chris made her way to the media area, her phone buzzed again. She hesitated before looking, knowing that whatever Franco had sent would only stoke the fire that was already burning.

**Franco:** *I'm not good at waiting, Chris. How about tonight? I know a place.*

Her fingers trembled over the keyboard, torn between the voice of reason and the pull of desire. She'd spent years being the one in control, the one who called the shots. But for once, she wanted to let someone else take the lead, to see where this dangerous game could go.

**Chris:** *Where?*She sent it before she could stop herself. There was a pause before his reply came through.

**Franco:** *Meet me by the docks after the press conferences. You won't regret it.*

Chris's heart raced. This was insane. She was walking straight into a situation she knew could implode, but something about Franco made her want to break all the rules.

She tucked her phone away, running her fingers through her dark waves, her mind a whirlwind of possibilities. The press conferences would keep her busy for the next few hours, but once they were done... She would be meeting Franco Colapinto - not as a journalist, but as a woman stepping into uncharted territory.

The next one is HOT!

[elenasalvatore94]

i need more of the franco fic!!! it was so good please tell me you plan on continuing omg

yes I'll!

[elenasalvatore94]

Magnetic Hearts - Franco Colapinto`s Fanfic - 1

We are all fascinated by Franco's natural charm and intensely flirty personality, right? So let's go... Chris Almeida, a passionate Brazilian journalist with a deep love for Formula 1, navigates the fast-paced world of motorsport while managing a complicated and intoxicating relationship with the rising F1 star, Franco Colapinto. From the adrenaline-fueled chaos of race weekends to the quiet moments shared in private, their chemistry is undeniable and their connection deepens with every challenge they face.

Warnings:

Explicit Sexual Content – Contains detailed and explicit sexual scenes.

Age Gap Relationship – Features a romantic relationship with a significant age difference.

Strong Language – Use of mature or explicit language throughout.

Jealousy/Possessiveness – Themes of jealousy and possessiveness in the relationship.

Alcohol Use – Depictions of drinking or being under the influence.

Public/Non-Traditional Sexual Situations – Sexual activity in less conventional or semi-public locations.

Body Image/Insecurity – Mentions of weight gain, body image issues, and self-esteem struggles.

Mental Health (Migraine) – Descriptions of intense migraine symptoms and their impact.

The Monaco sun's glistening heat filtered through the hotel suite's curtains, casting golden streaks across the floor. It was the first race weekend of the 2024 Formula 1 season, and the paddock buzzed with its usual frenzy.

For Chris, it was another day on the job. She had spent a decade carving her name as one of the best motorsport journalists in the field. Known for her sharp questions and no-nonsense attitude, she was the go-to for every serious driver looking to have their voice heard. But this weekend felt different.

Chris had turned 30 just a week ago. While some would celebrate the milestone, she felt an odd sense of displacement. She had dedicated her entire life to her career, leaving little room for anything else. Relationships had come and gone, and somewhere along the way, she had forgotten what it was like to feel excitement outside of her work.

Until today.

"Chris, you're up next with Franco Colapinto. He's finishing with Sky Sports now," her colleague nudged her from the door.

Franco Colapinto. The name had been circulating in the F1 world for months. The 21-year-old Argentinian driver had stormed through the ranks, landing a seat with Williams. He had the talent, the looks, and the kind of charisma that made him an instant media darling. But Chris wasn't easily swayed by charm or good looks. At least, that's what she told herself.

As she prepared her notes, she heard the door creak open behind her. Franco walked in, and instantly, the air in the room shifted. His presence was undeniable - tall, lean, with sun-kissed skin, his messy brown hair falling perfectly into place, and those piercing green eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"Chris!" he greeted her warmly, offering a hand as he sat across from her. His accent carried a melodic rhythm, and for a moment, she was caught off guard by how genuinely charismatic he seemed in person.

"Franco, it's great to have you here. How's your first weekend in F1 been so far?" Chris began, keeping her voice professional and her mind focused on the task at hand.

Franco smiled, leaning back in his chair, legs spread confidently. "It's been surreal, honestly. But I'm ready. I've worked for this my whole life."

Chris nodded, her pen scribbling across her notebook as they began the formalities of the interview. But something about Franco's energy felt... off. Every time she looked up to ask another question, his eyes lingered just a little too long on her face. He'd smile in a way that was more intimate than a casual interview required. It wasn't arrogant - it was... curious, almost playful.

"Do you feel any added pressure being so young in a field of more experienced drivers?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied him.

Franco tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a smirk. "No more pressure than interviewing someone as beautiful as you."

Her pen stopped mid-sentence. Chris blinked, certain she had misheard him. "Excuse me?"

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "I think you heard me."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she cursed herself for the flutter in her chest. She was a professional - this wasn't her first interview with a good-looking driver. But something about Franco made her feel... different. The confidence in his gaze, the way his tongue darted over his bottom lip after every sentence, the soft undertones of flirtation. It wasn't the usual media banter. This was something else entirely.

"I... think we should stay on track," she replied, clearing her throat, trying to push away the strange attraction that was bubbling under the surface. "Your goals for the season?"

Franco leaned back, but the grin didn't fade. "Win races. But you know, life is about more than just winning. It's about the moments in between, don't you think?"

"Moments in between?" she echoed, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Franco's eyes locked onto hers. "The little things that take your breath away. The unexpected. The things that make you feel alive."

Chris swallowed hard, her legs shifting under the table as heat rose in her chest. There was no denying it - Franco was flirting with her. Boldly. Brazenly. And worse yet, she was letting him get to her. 

She forced herself to look at her notebook, her hands trembling just slightly as she tried to maintain composure. "What about your relationship with your team? How are you settling in at Williams?"

Franco chuckled, clearly enjoying the dance they were in. "Williams is great. But I think you're avoiding the real question here."

Her eyebrow arched. "And what question would that be?"

He leaned in again, his voice low and intimate. "When are we getting drinks after this?"

Chris felt her pulse quicken. She was used to drivers being cocky, but this was different. Franco wasn't just cocky; he was deliberate. Calculated. And yet, she felt herself being pulled into his orbit, her professionalism slowly unraveling under the intensity of his gaze.

"I don't mix work and pleasure," she said, though the words came out weaker than she intended.

Franco's smile grew wider. "Who said anything about mixing? I'm talking about pleasure after work."

Her breath caught in her throat. There was no mistaking it now - he was coming on to her, and the worst part? She wanted him to. "Franco, this is an interview, not a date," she managed, her voice strained as she tried to regain control of the situation.

"Yet," he murmured, the word hanging between them like a challenge.

Chris stood abruptly, trying to put some physical distance between them. "I think we're done here," she said, her voice firmer now.

But as she gathered her things and turned to leave, Franco's voice stopped her.

"You can pretend all you want, Chris. But we both know you felt it too."

She froze, her back to him, her heart pounding in her chest. For a split second, she considered turning around, meeting his gaze one more time. But she couldn't. Not now. Not like this.

Without another word, she left the room, the door clicking softly behind her. But as she walked down the hotel corridor, her mind raced with the dangerous allure of Franco Colapinto.

What the hell just happened?

The rookie had flipped her world upside down in a matter of minutes. And for the first time in a long time, Chris had no idea what to do next.

So? More?

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Under the same moon

Summary: After six months of denying their attraction, Lena and Pato O'Ward finally gave in to their feelings at her home in Salvador, Brazil. In the warm glow of candlelight, they shared an intimate and unforgettable night, deepening their connection and making the experience filled with love and passion.

Lena and Pato O'Ward had spent the past six months denying their attraction. Each stolen glance and accidental touch only intensified the tension between them. Tonight, however, everything would change.

Lena's home in Salvador, Brazil, was the perfect As colleagues at Arrow McLaren, where Pato was a driver and Lena served as his personal trainer, they had always maintained a professional distance. But when Pato suffered a terrible accident in his last race before the summer break in Indy, everything shifted. The incident had left him shaken, and Lena insisted on traveling with him to Salvador, Brazil, to aid in his recovery. Her home in Salvador, nestled in the heart of the city, became their refuge.

Pato sat on the edge of the sofa, still covering from the injury to his knee and unable to move much. His eyes were fixed on Lena as she gracefully moved across the room. She wore a simple yet elegant dress that flowed with her every step, accentuating her natural beauty. Despite his limited mobility, Pato's heart raced as he watched her, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings.

Lena, sensing his gaze, began to dance for him in an innocent, enchanting way. Her movements were gentle and fluid, each step and sway filled with a tenderness that spoke directly to Pato's heart. As she danced, her eyes occasionally met his, and in those fleeting moments, a shared understanding passed between them.

"Pato." Lena said with her voice still cracking as if she was trying to convey all the feelings.

Pato, unable to speak for a moment, simply watched her with a deep, unspoken love. Her dance was a beautiful declaration of feelings that he had long struggled to express. The room seemed to hold its breath as Lena's innocent performance became a poignant display of the passion they had both tried to ignore.

As if drawn together by an invisible force, they closed the distance between them. Pato gently cupped Lena's face in his hands, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. Their breaths mingled, hearts pounding in unison. "I love you too, Lena," Pato murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

In that moment, all their fears and doubts melted away. Pato leaned in, capturing Lena's lips in a tender kiss that quickly deepened with the intensity of their suppressed passion. They moved together, guided by an unspoken understanding and the shared desire that had been building for months.

As they made their way to Lena's bedroom, the world outside seemed to fade away. The only thing that mattered was the love they felt for each other. The candles flickered softly, casting a warm, romantic glow over their intertwined bodies.In the sanctuary of Lena's home, they finally gave in to the love they had denied for so long. Each touch, each kiss, each whispered word of affection brought them closer, solidifying the bond that had always been there, just waiting to be acknowledged.

Under the Salvador moon, Lena and Pato's love story began anew, no longer hindered by denial or doubt. It was a night of passion, tenderness, and deep connection that neither would ever forget.