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The Princess & The Race Car Driver | LH44

SYNOPSIS: Lewis meets Princess Tiana and he falls under her spell.

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x black!femOC Ariel Park (faceclaim is Coco Jones)

WARNINGS: flirting, discussion of sex/sex jokes, age gap (Ariel is 27, Lewis is 39), corny!Lewis, sexual situations, eventual romance? RATED R (18+/Minors DNI)

PREVIOUS: part 1.....part three coming soon....

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A/N: Please comment & reblog! This will be a mini-series with six parts.

arielpark • posted a story 23 hours ago

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Ariel couldn't believe she was actually in Tokyo to visit Lewis. Her mind was all over the place as she walked through Narita Airport to the exit. Following his directions, she quickly found the black SUV and as soon as she got close, his driver hopped out and opened the door for her. She slid into the backseat and was immediately greeted by Lewis' warm smile, the gap between his front teeth on full display.

"Hey you," he greeted, pulling her into a warm embrace. Ariel melted into his arms, savoring the feeling of his hands tracing up and down her spine before they eventually parted.

Lewis placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Congratulations on that GQ cover," Ariel murmured as they stared at each other for a lingering moment.

"Thanks, gorgeous." Lewis' smile widened as he revealed a small bouquet of flowers he had been keeping out of view. "These are for you."

"Thanks, Lewis," smiled Ariel, "they're beautiful."

As they were driven into the heart of the city, Ariel was mesmerized by the neon lights and bustling energy of Tokyo. She had already crossed Australia and now Japan off her travel bucket list in one week.

Eventually, they arrived at his hotel, InterContinental Tokyo Bay, Lewis helped Ariel with her single carry-on bag as they made their way through the lobby to the elevators.

"This is all you packed?" he asked with an arched brow as the elevator doors closed around them.

Ariel nodded. "Just a quick weekend getaway, right?"

Lewis gave her a mischievous grin. "Maybe…"

"Lewis! I can't stay longer than a few days," she protested, though she felt a tiny flutter at his implication.

Before she could argue further, the elevator dinged and they stepped out into the hallway, Lewis leading them to his room. As soon as they were inside with the door closed, he toed off his Bottega Veneta slides and lifted his hoodie over his head in one fluid motion.

Ariel couldn't tear her eyes away from the rippling abdominal muscles briefly visible as his shirt rode up. She caught Lewis' heated stare and her cheeks warmed.

"Keep looking at me like that and I won't be able to control myself," he rumbled, a clear promise in his tone.

Ariel felt her breath catch as she worried her lower lip between her teeth.

"C'mere," Lewis groaned lowly before tugging her towards the living room area. They settled together on the couch, Ariel's legs stretching over Lewis' lap as he idly traced patterns along her calves.

"So…that sushi place you were telling me about," Ariel began in an effort to clear the heated tension, "was that all just a ploy to get me to Tokyo?"

Lewis chuckled, the sound reverberating against her skin. "Nah, not entirely at least. Though I can't say the thought didn't cross my mind once or twice." A subtle thrill went through her at the implication of being enticed halfway across the world, just for a chance to see him. Before she could dwell on it, Lewis was speaking again. "Speaking of sushi, I actually did order us some from this incredible little place nearby. Should be arriving soon."

True to his word, there was a discreet knock at the door moments later. As Lewis went to retrieve their meal, Ariel noticed he had turned on the large television, though she couldn't hear anything over the new movie that was playing.

"I put this on as background noise, but we can actually watch it if you want?" Lewis rejoined her on the couch, arranging cartons of sushi and sashimi artfully on the table before them. "Thought you might appreciate a classic like Scarface."

Ariel's eyes widened in delight at both the screen and the spread of food before them. "Lewis, this looks so good! And yes, Scarface is one of my absolute favorites."

"No, shit?" he asked incredulous. "It's mine too."

The two settled in, chatting between bites of sushi as the iconic film played. Eventually, the conversation turned to Al Pacino's masterful performance.

"The way he just completely embodied that quiet intensity…I'll never get tired of watching him work," Ariel mused thoughtfully.

Lewis made a considering hum of agreement as he chewed his inarizushi (vegan sushi). "A true master at the peak of his powers. You can't take your eyes off him whenever he's on screen."

As they finished off the last of the sushi, a charged energy seemed to crackle between them. Lewis' dark gaze lingered on Ariel's lips for a heated moment.

"You have amazing lips, by the way," he murmured in appreciation. "So full and symmetrical."

Ariel felt her cheeks warm at the unexpected compliment. "Well, thank you. That's one of the nicer things someone has said about them." She gave him a playful look. "Usually people just hint at...well I'm sure you know all bout that."

Rather than looking abashed, Lewis simply met her gaze steadily. His pupils expanded until his eyes looked like melted pools of the darkest chocolate, long lashes curling enticingly to brush against the tops of his chiseled cheekbones. When he smiled at her, it was with that adorable boyish grin, mouth curved in an expression of pure contentment despite the flirtatious glint in his gaze. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He knew exactly what she was implying, but seemed intent on making her spell it out. Ariel couldn't resist rising to the bait, laughing richly. "Don't play with me, Lewis. I think you know very well what I'm talking about."

Lewis joined in her laughter then, sparking a flutter low in Ariel's belly. As their chuckles tapered off, he shifted closer on the couch, his arm stretching along the back until the heated line of his body was nearly pressed against her side.

The sudden proximity made Ariel hyper-aware of every point where they weren't quite touching - though she could feel the thrum of his presence enveloping her senses. His masculinely spiced cologne and the warm, natural scent of his skin had her insides tying themselves in knots. He seemed to pick up on the heightened, tantalizing tension as well. Ariel felt herself leaning towards him, caught in the irresistible pull of his gravity. She was utterly transfixed by the half-hooded desire in his eyes, the sensual part of his full lips, the bobbing of his throat as he swallowed hard.

"Did you think I'd forgotten about our little...unfinished encounter back in Australia?" he rumbled, voice dropping an octave. He slowly trailed a finger along the graceful column of her neck, watching her pupils blow wide at the implication. "Because I haven't stopped thinking about how you taste, gorgeous. Not for a single moment."

Ariel's breath hitched at the blatant longing in his tone. Before she could formulate a response, Lewis was cradling her face in his large palms, tilting her chin up to meet his heated stare.

"May I?" he murmured, seeking permission.

Ariel could only nod mutely, her body going into overdrive with need. Then Lewis' mouth was on hers, slanting with urgent passion in a soul-searing kiss. Her fingers knotted in the soft fabric of his shirt as she returned the embrace fervently.

Lewis angled his head, trailing a blazing path of open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive expanse of her neck and collarbone. Ariel couldn't suppress the breathy whimper that escaped her at the exquisite sensation.

The velvet glide of lips against hers caused her panties to pool with arousal. Just as before, he was too good at kissing, as if the act was one of his secret skills. The exploratory caress of his hands over her body made Ariel feel lost in a haze of pleasure, and all she could do was bask in it. There had been a void of this feeling for many months, almost a year to be exact, and she craved that emptiness to be filled once again.

Fortunately for her, she managed to capture the eye of the greatest of all time, and she was thankful that the moniker fitted him off the track as well. Eventually, Lewis tore his mouth away, both of them panting heavily.

"God, you taste even better than I remembered," Lewis rasped huskily, touching their foreheads together.

Both of their lips were deliciously swollen from the heated exchange of passionate kisses. Ariel felt a pang of loss when they parted, unconsciously pouting up at him with eyes shining with yearning.

Lewis chuckled lowly at her expression, the sound warm and indulgent. "I knew from the moment I met you that you were going to be trouble," he murmured, voice still roughened by desire. Reaching out, he tapped the tip of her nose playfully with one calloused finger. "Those gorgeous eyes and sinful lips...lil' spoiled rotten ass."

A low, approving rumble sounded deep in his throat as he slowly, deliberately leaned back in. This time when their lips met, it was with a simmering, unhurried heat that threatened to consume them both from the inside out.

Ariel moaned into the kiss and the sound triggered something inside him, beckoning his penis to harden and pulse within the confines of his sweatpants. He played with the zipper of her sweater, pulling it down until she was completely open for him, allowing one of his hands to slip inside to cup her heavy breasts. Her nipples were already pebbled from her desire and as his thumb grazed them, Ariel let out a gasp then nipped at his bottom lip.

"Fuck, gorgeous, I'm trying to be good, but you're killing me," he said, moving his hand to meet the juncture of her thighs, stroking her expertly with his fingers. "Can I have this tonight? Please?"

She let out an incoherent reply, a garbled mess as so many sensations flowed within her. From the intense liplock to his hands petting at her covered pussy, it was almost too much for Ariel to bear. Her hips moved in tempo to his sped-up movements, her body practically levitating off the couch as his ministrations continued without restraint. As much as she hated to admit, this was the most action she'd gotten from the opposite sex since last summer. Her self-inflicted celibacy had her fiending for dick like some lovesick teenager. She wanted to go about whatever this was the right way, assessing everything with a clear head. Yet here she was, riding his hands as if she were a bucking cowgirl on a bull, chasing her impending orgasm.

Tiffany would be so proud of her, meanwhile, the innermost region of her consciousness, otherwise known as Analytical Ariel was giving her the stank eye, which immediately put a damper on the entire ordeal.

"Hold on," she said out of the blue, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You okay?" Lewis said gently, removing his hands and giving her some space.

Ariel nodded, eyes flickering down to the evident arousal tenting his sweats before snapping back up to meet his concerned gaze. "I…I need a minute," she admitted, burying her face in her hands to muffle a small, frustrated groan. When she emerged, her face felt hot with embarrassment. "Sorry, I just…got a bit overwhelmed there."

Rather than looking put out, Lewis simply nodded in understanding. "Don't apologize, gorgeous. I want you to be totally at ease, okay? We'll go at whatever pace you need."

Ariel exhaled shakily, appreciating his patience. "Am I overthinking things? It's just…been a while for me."

Lewis arched an inquisitive brow. "How long are we talking?"

She could feel heat prickling along her hairline as she admitted, "Almost a year…"

Lewis let out a low whistle. "Geez, I don't know if I could've managed that kind of dry spell. Not even a random hookup or booty call to, uh, take the edge off?"

Ariel shook her head ruefully. "No, nothing like that, besides Bob, of course."

"Bob?" Lewis wondered, obviously confused.

"Battery-operated boyfriend...my vibrator."

"I see," he responded softly.

"I wanted to stay completely focused on my career," clarified Ariel. "I was busy...flying back-and-forth to New York and Los Angeles...then it was filming in New Orleans."

The vulnerability in her tone seemed to resonate with Lewis. He reached out to squeeze her hand comfortingly. "I get it, I really do. That kind of intense ambition and self-denial…it's familiar territory for me too. Though I don't know if I could have lasted a whole year without, uh, some kind of release." He cleared his throat, an endearing hint of sheepishness passing over his features. "The point is," he continued carefully, "I'm in no rush here, Ariel. We can go as slowly as you need until you're ready again, okay? No pressure at all from me."

She studied the sincerity shining in his warm, patient gaze for a long moment before managing a small smile. "Thank you…that means everything to me." Ariel glanced down pointedly at the evidence of Lewis' arousal before kissing her teeth. "I mean, I do want to continue but I just needed you to understand where I'm coming from. I'm sure you're used to women throwing themselves at you without any…complications." She gave an awkward little laugh. "Of course, beautiful men like you never have problems with women fawning over you.....you're so pretty."

A slow, almost fond smile curved Lewis' lips as he took in her nervous rambling. Yes, she was an undeniable goddess - but there was something utterly endearing about her awkward chattiness.

Ariel continued on, seemingly unable to stop herself. Lewis simply watched in silence, head propped on one hand as he let her words wash over him.

"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" she finally asked self-consciously.

"Do you always go off on these little tangents?" he asked with sincere curiosity.

Ariel gave him a bashful smile. "I do, yeah…especially if I'm nervous or, you know, really like someone."

Lewis blinked at her slowly, letting the omission hang in the air. Ariel seemed to catch herself, biting off whatever other verbal rambling she had been about to unleash.

"So I make you nervous?" Lewis couldn't resist teasing gently. "Or better yet…you like me?"

Ariel scoffed dismissively, even as a becoming warmth flooded her cheeks. "I mean, you're…fine, or whatever."

"Just 'fine'?" Lewis arched an eyebrow. "So you don't find me even a little attractive then?"

"Yes, Lewis," she huffed out, though her lips quirked with reluctant amusement. "I'm sure you're well aware you're an attractive guy though."

"Well, I don't hate to look at myself," he tilted his face upwards, smiling contemplatively then returned his attention to her, "but I do love to hear it from a beautiful woman….even better if it's from you."

Ariel shot him an exasperated look that only made his grin widen. "Seriously?"

Lewis nodded easily. "Like I said back in Melbourne, I'm trying to get to know the real you, Ariel."

"I guess that makes sense." She considered him for a long moment before turning to face him fully. "But why? Why put in that kind of effort with me?"

The question seemed to give Lewis pause before he slowly shrugged one shoulder. "To see how this…connection between us plays out. Your beauty caught my eye first, sure. That's obvious. Not to mention your body." His gaze blatantly raked over her figure in a way that had her breath catching. "But I get the sense you're so much more than just a pretty face and banging body. You've…intrigued me."

Ariel sucked lower lip between her teeth. "And my being 27 doesn't bother you? There's an 12-year age gap between us."

"Why should it?" Lewis countered easily. "You're grown, I'm grown. We're two consenting adults. My being 39 seems to be a problem for you?"

"Yes and no," Ariel admitted honestly. "The experience gap does make me wonder if we'll be on the same wavelength. If there will be too much of a disconnect since I'm Gen Z and you're a millennial…"

Lewis laughed softly at that. "All valid points, gorgeous, but why don't you let me be the judge of that, yeah? After all, you did say Scarface was one of your favorite movies. That's a solid start in my book."

"All it takes is Scarface?"

"I'm a simple guy with simple likes," he responded. "Plus, you'll be surprised that many of the women I was around or with, however you want to describe it, don't even know about this movie."

Ariel let out a shocked gasp and sat straighter in her seat. "What?! This is one of his best works! How the hell—" She shook her head, letting out a disapproving harrumph. "You know what, that tells me so much about the women you spend your time with. That's a shame, Lewis, you need better women to hang out with."

"Which is why I'm sitting here chilling with you," he stated, matter-of-factly, watching how it all pieced together in her brain. A literal lightbulb seemed to go off as recognition dawned on her features. "See? Nothing to say about that, huh?"

Ariel shot him an attractive moue. "Shut up, Lewis," was her response, trying to stay stoic about his disclosure, but she was inwardly cheesing from ear to ear.

arielpark • posted a story to close friends 9 hours ago

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romeflynn: Princess, wya?

She was stuck in a headlock....unable to breathe.

Ariel used to miss times like this, wrapped up in a lover's embrace as they fell into a deep slumber, but she also remembered how awful it could get — which was her exact predicament right now.

He had her locked in a mixed martial arts-style headlock, his toned bicep constricting her airway as he snored contentedly against the nape of her neck. She shifted minutely, trying to alleviate the pressure on her windpipe, but it only made the iron bands of his embrace tighten further. Lewis muttered something incoherent, snuggling deeper until the solid wall of his chest and morning wood was flush against her back, effectively pinning her in place.

Why are men like this? I'm forced to die from strangulation while they're off in dreamland.

She was far from a complainer, never one with a 'can't do' attitude, however, she needed to pee real bad.

Wiggling insistently, she finally managed to dislodge his arm from around her throat, slipping free in a burst of triumph.

"Yes!" she hissed, fists pumping in silent celebration.

The commotion roused Lewis slightly. One sleepy brown eye cracked open to regard her with drowsy bewilderment. "Where you going?"

"I have to pee," Ariel whispered urgently, already inching toward the edge of the decadent hotel bed.

Lewis made a petulant noise of protest. "Nah, get back in bed."

"I have to use the bathroom, Lewis."

"Man..." He sighed dramatically, rolling onto his opposite side with a grumble of disapproval. Ariel's gaze lingered wistfully on the tanned, tattooed expanse of his muscular back as well as the Milky Way illustration that was etched on his bonnet.

Well, excuse me for having basic human needs! she thought, rolling her eyes before tiptoeing toward the en-suite bathroom.

After relieving herself, Ariel caught a glimpse of her reflection and did a double-take. Though her silk bonnet had stayed mercifully in place, her normally flawless features were puffy and swollen from jet lag and lack of sleep. Dark circles hung heavy beneath her eyes, cheeks rounded in an unflattering chipmunk-like way. A small pimple even threatened to erupt across one cheekbone.

She grimaced, prodding cautiously at the blemish. This is all Lewis' fault. If she'd stayed in London instead of rashly joining him across the world, she'd be bright-eyed and well-rested right now.

Though…a tiny part of her had to admit she didn't regret a single moment spent back in his intoxicating presence over the last day. The remainder of last night was spent exploring Shibuya and grabbing food at these amazing stalls, not to mention that great night drive where spent most of the time talking and laughing. It was one of the most effortlessly perfect dates Ariel could remember - and they hadn't even fucked yet.

But Lord...this man would absolutely be the death of her, one way or another. From the tenting in his sweats last night to feeling his arousal while they slept, she could tell that he was packing some heat, and it both terrified and excited her.

I need to calm my horny ass down.

And she did just that, or at least tried to.

She splashed some cool water onto her face, to center herself then she dried off her hands before making her way back to the sumptuous sanctuary of the bed's silken sheets. Once she got settled, Lewis' arm was back around her, as if not even ten minutes ago he was upset that she left in the first place.

Men are weird as hell.

And just like any other man she had been with, he skirted lower to nuzzle his face against the swell of her breasts with a contented sigh, his hand lightly kneading the curve appreciatively. "So soft..." he murmured in admiration.

"You're a titty guy, aren't you?" she queried, causing him to chuckle.

Lewis met her teasing gaze with a roguish grin. "I'm an appreciator of the female form. Every curve, every line..." His voice dropped an octave as his hand squeezed her breast tighter.

"So...titties are definitely high on that list of appreciation then?"

"I guess you can say that," he mumbled agreeably, pulling her closer. "We should be asleep still, it's early as fuck."

"Shouldn't you be heading off to work soon?" Ariel asked though she made no move to pull away from Lewis' wandering caresses.

He shook his head languidly. "Nah, not until tomorrow – that's media day for the race weekend. I've got a completely free schedule to devote to…other pursuits." The heated look he shot her made Ariel's pulse kick up a notch. Lewis trailed his fingers lightly along the curve of her waist. "Seems a shame to waste such a rare day off cooped up in this hotel room, don't you think?" he mused. "Maybe we could get out, and explore the city a bit more? I know this incredible little tea room that specializes in artisanal teas."

Ariel blinked at the unexpected change of direction, her mind still very much focused on the molten promise she'd seen burning in Lewis' gaze just moments before. "Tea…?"

He laughed at her obvious confusion, leaning in to graze a kiss along her jawline that had her sucking in a sharp breath. "Among other things, gorgeous. But I'll let you be the judge of what those 'other things' could entail…"

Pushing himself upright, Lewis winked before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Ariel momentarily flustered. She could have sworn she heard his rich chuckle echoing after him.

Well, two could play at that game.

arielpark • posted on her story 3 hours ago

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user: ahh!! that’s my princess! 👸🏾

user: serving looks as per usual 💅🏾

user: my princess is a baddie and she knows she’s a ten! 🔟

arielpark • posted a story to close friends 4 hours ago

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meekthedon: aht aht, now who's this guy? ariel, don't make me tell dad 👀

"So you're like…a pseudo-vegan or something?" Ariel asked curiously as they strolled back towards Lewis' hotel, each holding a cone piled high with soft serve and countless toppings.

Lewis made a considering face before nodding. "I guess you could say that, but really it's only for desserts, because vegan candy and pastries just taste like shit." He pulled an exaggerated look of disgust that had Ariel giggling around a mouthful of the creamy frozen treat.

They had spent the entire day exploring Tokyo's quirky retail districts and hidden gems, all while attempting to stay relatively incognito. An added thrill ran through Ariel at the idea of keeping things on the down-low with Lewis – though her closest friends and family were getting subtle glimpses through her "Close Friends" Instagram stories. To the wider world, however, her social media portrayed her as being in London after the Australia trip, busy working on the movie's album before getting back to the grind of the promotional tour. Ariel relished being able to simply exist at the moment, unburdened by prying eyes or external pressures for once.

As they approached the hotel entrance, Lewis snagged her hand and tugged her through a discreet side door, avoiding the main lobby completely. They rode the service elevator up, giggling quietly like misbehaving teenagers every time the doors opened to let on another hotel employee.

Finally, they made it back to Lewis' suite. Ariel immediately kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for the couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a happy sigh. Lewis joined her a moment later, their bodies instinctively orienting towards each other's warmth.

"You know…" he began conversationally, tonguing a stray drip of melted ice cream from the corner of his lips. "I think you should come to the race on Sunday."

Ariel sat up from her spot. "Everyone will see," she said, a hint of concern in her voice.

Lewis fiddled his eyebrows mischievously. "I can keep you hidden."

"Can you though?" she retorted, cocking her head to the side. "What if someone just randomly sees me? You know how people are."

He understood her trepidation about their fame, especially for her as she was still making a name for herself in Hollywood, yet Lewis could care less what everyone thought. Opinions were just like assholes, everyone had one. "Trust me, I know."

"I enjoy my work and playing Princess Tiana, but sometimes the fans and paparazzi do too much."

Lewis smiled gingerly at her. "We'll cross that bridge if we come to it, Ari. Tell me you didn't enjoy the race in Melbourne though."

"I didn't," Ariel said honestly, causing Lewis to emit a mock gasp and his eyes to widen almost as big as saucers.

"What, woman? You didn't like seeing me on the track?"

"Well, you had to stop before I could even see you for real," she teased. "No offense."

Lewis gave her an exaggerated eyeroll. "Damn, you don't hold back any punches, do you?"

"Nope," Ariel popped the 'p', making herself more comfortable.

Lewis stared at her for a moment, then pulled her onto his lap, making her shriek in surprise. As she settled onto him, he ran his hands down her sides. "If we're gonna try and see where this goes, you have to be nicer to me," he purred, leaning close to her ear.

Ariel gulped as her heart rate accelerated, her hands resting on his chest in an attempt to brace herself — both literally and figuratively. "And why's that?" she managed.

"Because…" His voice lowered to a rumble. "I'm sensitive." When he pulled back, a playful glint danced in his eyes. Ariel scoffed and tried to get up, but Lewis's hands snaked around her waist, caging her in. "Where ya going, princess? I want my kiss."

"And what makes you think you even deserve one," she quipped sassily.

He let out a amused chuckle and then captured her lips with his own. The kiss started soft but quickly deepened, filled with rising passion. Ariel moaned as Lewis trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. His touch was gentle yet possessive, claiming every inch of her skin as if he couldn't get enough.

Lewis buried his face in her neck, drinking in her scent as one of his hands massaged her left breast, smiling proudly as her nipple hardened into a tight peak. "We can stop if you want," he said, although he silently prayed that she wanted to go further. God knows how bad he needed to feel her, taste her, to have her writhing beneath in a moaning, albeit sexually sated mess.

"I'm fine," she replied hoarsely, causing him to give her a questioning look.

"Are you sure?" he asked, bringing their foreheads together. "I meant what I said about waiting, Ariel."

"I know," she responded, exhaling loudly. "You made that abundantly clear, sir. Thank you again for that, but—"

"No problem, love," he casually interjected before motioning for her to continue.

"But…is it strange for me to say that I want you?"

"Nah," he said with a headshake, bringing his hand to cup her chin and look into her eyes. "It's not weird at all. Honestly, I'll be lying to say that I want us to stop because I don't, not even in the slightest. This is all bout you, baby girl. What do you want to do?"

"Deadass?"

Lewis let out a chuckle. "Always....tell me what you want."

Ariel felt her heart swell with a mix of emotions - desire, excitement, and a hint of nervousness. She couldn't believe she was about to say this out loud, but she couldn't deny the overwhelming urge she felt.

"I want you," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with heat. "I want you to fill me up in the best way possible, and I want to ride you...feel you inside me, which sounds crazy as hell because Lord knows I don't know anything bout riding a dick."

Lewis' eyes darkened with desire as he took in her words, feeling his own body responding to her boldness. He had never been one to shy away from pleasure, and the thought of exploring it with Ariel made his blood rush. "It's okay, baby," he said huskily, his fingers trailing down her spine. "I'll teach you. I'll show you all the nasty shit those boys fucked up to give to you. You're fucking with a man now."

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...

Ariel's breath hitched, her mind racing with anticipation. She had always been a confident woman - in her career, in her style, in many aspects of life - but when it came to sex, she still felt like an inexperienced teenager sometimes.

Lewis' lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and she moaned into his mouth, pure, unadulterated lust coursing through every inch of her. Ariel had never experienced anything like this before - this intensity, this raw passion. With every touch and kiss from Lewis, she felt herself unraveling in the most delicious way.

His hands cupped her her breasts once again, and she arched into his touch with a gasp, feeling herself growing wetter with each passing moment.

"Take this off," he growled against her skin, tugging at the straps of her top. She eagerly complied, letting it pool at her waist as she stood before him in nothing but a lacy black bra. His eyes roamed over her bra-clad breasts hungrily. "You're fucking gorgeous," he breathed out reverently, fingers running down the curve of her spine and across the swell of her backside.

Without warning, he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the soft sheets. He climbed on top of her, kissing and nipping at every inch of exposed skin as he made his way down her body. She had been craving this for so long - Lewis' skilled hands and mouth on every part of her.

He reached between them to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs, causing Ariel to cry out in pleasure. Divesting her of the jeans and underwear, Lewis made his way back up to her breasts, to nip and suck at her flesh before putting all of his attention onto her glistening pussy. She wasn't completely bare, yet the landing strip she was sporting was soaked with her juices.

Lewis immediately got to work - flicking his tongue against her aching clit while two of his fingers pushed inside, making her rock her hips to the rhythm he created, head lolled back in the throes of passion. Ariel's legs shook and her thighs clenched against his head as Lewis flattened his tongue, digging deeper into her moist depths.

She tasted like pineapple – so sweet, wet, and ready. He could eat her pussy forever, but based on how rigid his dick was, Lewis needed to be inside her expeditiously.

"Lew-is! Oh...yes....like that."

Her mewls spurred him on, and he ate her pussy like The Last Supper — lapping, licking, sucking until she finally burst, her body pulsating as she rode out her orgasm.

"What a good girl," he praised, tearing his mouth from her pussy and wiping her essence from his face. "You look so pretty when you cum."

And she did. Her ebony skin glowed, flushed from the aftermath of her climax. Ariel's breathing was still shallow, and Lewis lay beside her as it regulated back to normal.

"Oookkaay....wow..."

He smiled sheepishly at her, his brown eyes softening yet still holding a smoldering of lust. "How was that? Good? Much better than Bob, huh?"

Ariel wheezed a laugh. "So much better than Bob." She nodded at his bulge, which tented inside his khaki pants. "Need some help with that?"

Lewis followed her gaze, unzipped his pants then shed both the pants and boxer briefs in one swift action, allowing his aching member to spring free. He studied her reaction as she took in the sight of his length and girth – parted lips, eyes low and lidded with arousal.

"I think I do, actually. Come over and sit on it."

Surely he had to be joking! There was no way that...monster was going to fit inside her tight walls.

"What?!" Ariel's incredulous laugh was cut short by a low growl from Lewis.

"You said that you wanted to ride, right? So come over here and ride it."

"Lewis, I told you that—"

"I know, and didn't I say that I'll teach you?" he chipped in, making her nod in concurrence. "Bring your lil' ass on."

With a small smile, she crawled over and straddled him, feeling his throbbing arousal pressing against her core. He groaned at the sensation of her heat against his skin. Reaching into the side table, Lewis revealed a condom and placed it into Ariel's hands. "Put it on me, please."

Ariel took the condom from Lewis' hand, tearing it open with her teeth as she reached down to roll it onto his erection. Their eyes locked as she slid the condom down his length, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of finally being intimate with him. Once the condom was securely in place, Lewis grabbed her hips.

"Squat down a bit," he commanded, and Ariel did as she was told. Tentatively, with guidance from Lewis, she went down to his waiting member.

Ariel gasped as she felt him fill her, and for a moment, they both stilled, reveling in the feeling. "Holy....fuck..."

"You're so damn tight," he groaned against her neck, hands roaming eagerly over her body. "Take deep breaths and relax, baby, I got you."

Lewis began to move his hips, thrusting up into her with a slow and steady rhythm. Ariel tried to match his movements, their bodies soon moving in perfect synchrony against each other.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Ariel smiled at him and nodded. "Better than okay," she replied, her hips undulating with his.

Lewis continued to move within her, his pace gradually increasing as they both moaned and gasped in pleasure.

"You feel so good," she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust harder into her.

"So do you," he groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he moved faster. "Pussy feels amazing...magical..."

Ariel rolled her eyes at that but decided not to broach the subject further. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their breaths came out in ragged pants as the sounds of her ass slapping against his thighs echoed across the hotel room.

"You're riding so good, baby girl. I'm about to cum....shit, Ariel...feels so good, princess." Lewis palmed her cheeks, separating the round globes as he pumped in and out from below. Ariel lost herself in the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending of her body. She was completely consumed by Lewis - his touch, his scent, his voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

And when he scooted closer to bite down gently on the hallow of Ariel's throat, that did her in.

"Fuck!" Ariel's head fell back as she let out a guttural moan - it had been far too long since she felt as good as this.

With one final thrust, they both came undone together, riding out the waves of ecstasy until their bodies finally stilled.

They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Lewis eventually pulled out of her, leaving briefly to dispose of the used condom before returning to bed, cuddling with Ariel under the sheets.

"How're you feeling, cowgirl?"

Ariel let out a satisfied sigh, snuggling further into Lewis' embrace. "I'm feeling pretty damn good," she replied, nuzzling her head into his chest. "How bout you?"

"I'm good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Are you sore? You were wet as fuck, but it's always good to check."

"I'm fine for now, but I'll let you know if anything changes," she said softly, tracing lazy circles on his chest.

"Alright," he said pulling her closer, his arm tightening around her neck in yet another headlock.

This fuckin' guy!

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Lewis was a night owl, which was very ironic since he hated waking up early in the morning. But nevertheless, here they were sitting in a music studio in Chuo City at nearly 2am. He had to be up at 7am to head to Suzuka Circuit for qualifying.

Earlier that evening, Lewis took his Mercedes team out for some bowling after spending the day at the track. This left Ariel to herself, where she enjoyed exploring an onsen and the mind-bending TeamLabs exhibit. When Lewis returned, they shared dinner in his suite before their passion led to an intense few rounds of fucking. Though Ariel felt a welcomed soreness from their romping, it definitely had her feeling like a brand-new woman, and she couldn't help but find herself smiling incessantly.

Now in the studio, Timmy (13thwitness) and Andrew (Prologic) were seated in front of the soundboard, playing back some of the samples Lewis had recorded weeks ago. Ariel bobbed her head to the smooth melodies as all three men watched her reaction.

"Yeah...I see it now, kinda like The Weeknd with maybe PARTYNEXTDOOR?" she analyzed.

"More leaning on The Weeknd," Lewis commented between sips of boba tea. "I kinda like that though."

Andrew chimed in, "But Lew's stuff does remind me of The Weeknd circa 2011. Very smooth melodies, a lot of babymaking music." He smirked, earning a laugh from Lewis.

"Would you shift over to be more like Drake? You know, sing and rap?" Ariel asked curiously.

"Lewis, rapping?" Timmy joked. "No, he's not about that."

"Yeah, definitely no, sweetheart," Lewis played along, laughing. "Besides there's too much beef in rap right now. I'm a certified Lover Boy, I stay in my lane."

Ariel rolled her eyes at his antics but understood where he was coming from. "It's really good though. I think you have something here."

Lewis gave her a lingered look. "How about you do some background vocals for me?"

"No," she shook her head adamantly, letting out a nervous giggle. "My training is more in musical theatre, not singer-songwriter."

"But you were singing the shit out of Brent Faiyaz on the way here," Lewis countered with an arched brow, causing his friends to let out some playful jeers.

"Not him calling you out like this," Andrew chuckled. "That's wild, Lew. C'mon, leave the Princess alone for a bit so we can finish this track."

As Lewis headed into the recording booth, he looked back at Ariel. "Just think about it, okay? No pressure." He gave her a wink before disappearing behind the glass.

Watching him lay down the vocals, Ariel couldn't help but consider his offer, despite her nerves. Her voice was strong, and some background parts wouldn't be too daunting, but she pushed those thoughts aside for now.

"Is he ever gonna release this music?" She asked Andrew and Timmy.

The two shrugged. "He said later this year, but he said that last year," Andrew replied.

"And the year before," Timmy added. "Music is his passion though. I think he's just overthinking how to present this, y'know? People know him as the racer, the activist, or the style icon, but only a few people know about the musician side of him."

As Lewis continued vibing in the booth, Ariel felt herself getting more and more drawn into his musical world. She knew he was dedicated to his craft, and a part of her wanted to support that passion. Only time would tell if she worked up the courage.

The harsh reality of celebrity life meant people were constantly trying to snap candid photos and sell them to the highest tabloid bidder, no matter how private the moment. Ariel knew there was a chance she could be spotted at Lewis' race in Suzuka, but in the aftermath of their passionate weekend, she didn't care. In hindsight, the potential consequences seemed trivial compared to the incredible moments they had shared.

She could still vividly recall the feeling of Lewis's skilled mouth exploring her most sensitive areas, his head planted firmly between her thighs as he lapped and suckled at her pearl until she reached dizzying heights of euphoria. The memory of her climactic cries and the way her thighs quivered around him made heat bloom in her cheeks.

Ariel knew he understood the struggles of life in the spotlight. With him by her side, she felt she could take on anything. Their relationship was still new, but she had a sense that Lewis could be the gravitational pull to keep her grounded amid the chaos.

But that intimacy was beside the point when she arrived back in London to finish recording and the internet exploded with photos of her at Suzuka. Many fans were upset, stating she should've been upfront instead of pretending to still be in London. Others noted her right to privacy. Regardless, her team would work on doing damage control - releasing a preview clip from her film or a new song from the upcoming album to distract from the frenzy.

Being famous was not what it was cracked up to be. Luckily, Ariel had Lewis in her corner. As a message from him popped up expressing his desire to see her again, she felt her stomach flutter with excitement. Yeah, the paparazzi and overzealous fans were batshit crazy, but Lewis definitely made up for it.

Ariel felt reassured that this storm too would eventually pass. And when it did, she knew Lewis would be waiting with open arms and that talented mouth ready to reunite with her most intimate places once again.

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The Princess & The Race Car Driver | LH44

SYNOPSIS: Lewis meets Princess Tiana and he falls under her spell.

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x black!femOC Ariel Park (faceclaim is Coco Jones)

WARNINGS: flirting, discussion of sex/sex jokes, corny!Lewis, eventual romance?

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Toto Wolff called for everyone's attention as the morning team meeting at the Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula One Team garage began. Once the chatter ceased, he launched right in.

"Today we have a very special guest joining us for the race weekend - Ariel Park, the actress set to play Princess Tiana in the upcoming live-action remake of The Princess and the Frog."

A buzz of excitement rippled through the room. This was a lucrative sponsorship deal with Disney that Toto wanted to ensure went perfectly.

"I want Ariel to have an amazing experience," he stated firmly. "This is an important partnership, so I expect everyone to be on their best behavior." His gaze landed on Mick Schumacher. "Mick, you'll be taking her out for a hot lap later."

Lewis Hamilton's hand shot up. "Actually, I can do the hot lap instead if you'd like."

Toto's brow furrowed slightly but he nodded. "Very well. Lewis will be Ariel's driver."

It was no secret that with Lewis' planned move to Ferrari in 2025, Mercedes had been sidelining him from some promotional duties lately. But Lewis had his own motivations for volunteering - he was quite interested in getting to know their lovely guest better.

At twenty-seven years old, Ariel Park was making waves as an up-and-coming actress with an impressive resume. After graduating from Penn State, she had carved out a nice career on Broadway before landing her huge break with the Disney role. And from the images Lewis had seen, she was absolutely gorgeous - ebony skin, wide hips, and a beautifully curved backside that was hard to ignore.

A few hours later, Ariel arrived at the Mercedes garage just before Free Practice. Even amidst the controlled chaos, Lewis couldn't take his eyes off her as she approached. She was utterly stunning - ebony skin glowing like polished onyx, wide eyes fringed with lush lashes, luscious lips curved in a warm smile. Ariel was introduced to the drivers - Lewis, George Russell, and reserve Mick Schumacher - exchanging friendly hugs with each of them.

When Lewis' turn came, her lithe body pressed flush against his own, soft curves molding to the hard planes of his chest. An intoxicating blend of exotic floral and rich vanilla washed over him. He breathed it in deeply, committing the hypnotic scent to memory.

As they parted, Lewis let his gaze leisurely trail over her, taking in the striking features he'd admired in photographs - gorgeous face, radiant skin, and an hourglass figure to leave anyone's mouth watering. Her wide hips flared temptingly above sculpted thighs, backside a work of art that even her slim-fitting jeans struggled to contain.

"You smell incredible," he murmured appreciatively, flashing her his most charming smile, as he went in for another whiff of her scent. "What perfume is that?"

Ariel seemed momentarily flustered by the compliment, cheeks warming as she smiled at him adorably.

"Oh, it's actually a blend of an Arabian perfume oil layered with vanilla body butter and wash."

Lewis hummed in approval, allowing his gaze to linger overtly on her luscious mouth. "I like that." In his head, he added, A lot more than I probably should.

This woman was a goddess, pure and simple. Her siren call was already working under his skin in a way he didn't expect. As if he needed another incentive to look forward to driving her around the track later.

As the drivers made their way to the pre-practice briefing, Lewis found himself stealing glances at Ariel from across the room. She looked equally alluring when standing still - those curves on full display as she chatted animatedly with one of the PR reps, gesturing expressively with her hands.

He watched the way her rose-tinted lips moved, briefly mesmerized by that bright smile. A few stray tendrils of her dark, glossy curls had escaped her updo, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating those high-sculpted cheekbones.

Good lord, she was a vision. Lewis had to tear his eyes away with an internal shake before his thoughts wandered any further down that dangerous path.

The meeting mercifully provided a short reprieve from Ariel's tantalizing presence. But all too soon, it was time to give her the full VIP experience with a hot lap around the track. Lewis tried his best to tune out the heated rush of anticipation flooding his veins as they headed toward the sleek Mercedes AMG GT he'd be driving her in.

Up close again, the warm, spicy vanilla notes of her perfume caressed his senses like a lover's breath against his skin. He caught himself leaning infinitesimally closer, unconsciously drawn into her intoxicating orbit.

"Ready for the ride of your life, Ariel?" he murmured.

She nibbled her full lower lip - whether consciously or not, he didn't know. But the simple, seemingly innocent gesture nearly undid him right then and there. Heat punched low in his belly as those plump lips instantly became the sole focus of his world.

"More than ready," she replied, her tone taking on a husky quality that had his heart kick-starting into a heated gallop.

As she ducked under his arm to climb into the low-slung sports car, the swell of her ample breasts brushed ever so slightly against his chest. Every nerve ending across his body stood at rapt attention. Lewis sucked in a sharp breath through his nostrils, forcing himself to regulate his breathing.

Get a fuckin' grip, he scolded himself sternly. No doubt, this woman was a bombshell, but he needed to conduct himself like a professional, no matter how enticing the temptation.

With a herculean force of will, Lewis slid into the driver's seat, allowing the familiar environment of the powerful car's interior to re-center him, yet even as the twin-turbocharged V8 engine roared to life, he couldn't resist one last look over at his stunning female companion. And what he saw in her heated gaze threatened to shatter what little restraint he had left.

Lewis could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he tore around the track in the powerful Mercedes AMG GT. He risked a glance at Ariel in the passenger seat, taking in her wide-eyed expression with amusement.

As he drifted hard into a corner, her startled scream pierced the air.

"Oh my god!" She clutched at the door frantically, thankful for the sturdy seatbelt keeping her firmly in place. Even so, the brutal g-forces threatened to tug her luscious body sideways.

Lewis chuckled darkly. "You might want to keep those gorgeous eyes open, love. You'll miss everything."

He doubled-clutched and downshifted aggressively, the fat rear tires breaking traction with a squeal of protestation. Ariel yelped again, hands flying up to cover her face as Lewis powered them sideways in a perfect drift around the next bend.

"Want me to do a donut?" he called over the roar of the engine.

Through her fingers, he caught the frantic shaking of Ariel's head. Lewis wasn't having it. "Oh come on, that's the best part! Please?"

He knew he was pushing her limits, but he couldn't resist laying on the puppy dog eyes, unleashing the full force of his most devastating pout. Eventually, Ariel relented with an exasperated sigh.

"Hell yeah!" Lewis crowed triumphantly. He stamped the accelerator, pitching them into a frenzy of spinning rubber and screaming cylinders as he whipped the car through a series of tight donuts.

When he finally let off, Ariel slumped back against the seat, chest heaving. "Thank you, Jesus," she gasped, making the sign of the cross over her heart.

Lewis drank in her disheveled appearance hungrily. Those exotic features were even more alluring flushed with adrenaline and fear, pouty lips parted enticingly. He reached over to place a calming hand on her trembling thigh.

"Deep breaths, love," he murmured. "In…and out. Like this."

He exaggerated his own inhales and exhales until Ariel regained her composure. "Thanks," she managed shakily.

Lewis gave her leg a reassuring squeeze. "Of course. I didn't mean to terrorize a Disney princess. Don't want the Mouse coming after me."

The quip had the intended effect - a bright peal of laughter escaping those luscious lips. Lewis grinned, mesmerized.

"I like that," he admitted frankly.

Ariel arched one sculpted brow. "Like what?"

"Your laugh."

Her eyes danced with mischief. "Well you seem to like a lot of things about me, Lewis."

He shrugged innocently, his whiskey-brown eyes trailing over the tempting swell of her cleavage. "What can I say? You're a beautiful woman. Kind of hard not to find attractive."

Ariel's full lips curved into a coy smile as she cocked her head accusingly. "Is that what that is? Are you flirting with me, Mr. Hamilton?"

Suddenly serious, Lewis met her gaze directly. "Because I am." He paused, heartrate spiking at his own boldness. "Let me take you to dinner to make up for terrifying you."

Ariel's fingertip toyed idly with the fraying of her jeans, the action drawing Lewis' eye inexorably to her shapely thighs. "Alright then," she agreed easily. "I do like to eat."

Lewis bit his lower lip as he lingered over those lush curves. "I can see that…"

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On the way inside the restaurant, Ariel ducked into the bathroom to call her best friend and assistant, Tiffany. She felt uncharacteristically nervous energy thrumming through her veins.

"Tiff, I need your advice," she whispered urgently. "This date with Lewis…I don't know what to expect."

"Girl, that man is fiiine!" Tiffany gushed. "And from what I've seen, he seems like a solid guy too. Just enjoy yourself."

Ariel chewed her lower lip, recalling Lewis' intense yet playful demeanor. He was undeniably gorgeous with his chiseled features, soulful brown eyes, and physique sculpted by years of intense training. How his tight shirts hugged those broad shoulders and outlined the ropes of muscle across his chest made her mouth water.

And the borderline predatory looks he'd leveled her way, sweeping over her body like he wanted to devour her whole? Her thighs clenched instinctively at the memory of that heated appraisal.

"I don't know, Tiff," she fretted. "It's been so long since I've been…intimate with someone. What if I'm rusty?"

Tiffany cackled on the other end. "Then let Mr. Hamilton be the one to knock some cobwebs off that pussy! You need to get laid, sis."

"Tiffany!" Ariel hissed, cheeks flaming even as laughter bubbled up despite herself.

"I'm serious," her friend insisted, voice taking on a softer tone. "You work your ass off, Ari. You deserve to cut loose and have some fun for once, even if it's just amazing rebound sex."

Ariel rolled her eyes but couldn't contain her grin as she emerged from the bathroom. Lewis was waiting, looking like a delicious snack in those designer jeans and a fitted yellow shirt. He flashed her a panty-melting smile that she felt straight down to her core.

"Ready, love?"

She swallowed hard and nodded, falling into step beside him. Over a vegan dinner that surprised Ariel with its deliciousness, their conversation flowed easily.

"So you're an environmental activist as well as a racecar driver?" Ariel asked with an intrigued tilt of her head.

"Among other things." Lewis nodded, spearing a forkful of vegetables. "It's a cause I'm incredibly passionate about. I want to use my platform to raise awareness and drive real change."

"That's really admirable." Ariel found herself leaning in, captivated. "What kind of initiatives are you working on?"

As Lewis launched into an impassioned explanation, complete with expressive hand gestures, Ariel marveled at the depth of his convictions. Her eyes were inevitably drawn to those long-fingered hands - strong and capable, yet with an undercurrent of gentleness.

"…so that's the plan for the upcoming sustainability project," he concluded. Those soulful eyes crinkled at the corners with his warm smile. "But enough about me for now, love. Tell me more about this Disney role that's making you the next big star."

Ariel ducked her head, cheeks warming at the genuine interest and admiration in his gaze. "I don't know about that. It's just such an incredible honor to bring Princess Tiana's story to life."

The night passed in a blur of tantalizing conversation, with Lewis' delicious sense of humor and cheeky banter constantly catching Ariel off guard. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so enthralled by a man's mind as well as his obvious physical attributes.

Between Lewis' attractive principles, quick wit, and the electrifying chemistry simmering between them, she found herself all too eager to extend their time together. Each time their gazes met and held, the heat and tension built exponentially until she could barely focus on her food.

"Would you like to get a drink somewhere?" Lewis asked once their plates had been cleared, dark eyes dancing with suggestion.

Desire curled low in her belly as Ariel bit her lip, giving him a slow once-over from across the table. "I'd love to."

Ariel shifted restlessly in her seat at the paddock club, unable to keep her mind from replaying the previous night over and over. She and Lewis hadn't gone all the way - he was an absolute gentleman, never pushing her further than she wanted to go, but oh, the heavy petting and heated make-out session they'd engaged in…

She squeezed her thighs together as desire pooled low in her belly, recalling the electrifying feel of Lewis' strong hands roaming her body. The way his chest hair had tickled her palms as she'd mapped every ridge and plane…

"Get it together, Ariel," she muttered under her breath, fanning herself lightly.

In her mind's eye, she could still see Lewis hovering over her on the hotel room's plush sofa, all coiled power and masculine intensity. His full lips had been swollen from kissing, eyes dark with want as they'd raked over her trembling form.

"You're so gorgeous," he'd rasped, dipping his head to trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. "Smell incredible too…"

Ariel had arched into him with a shameless mewl, fingers buried in his braids. Every nerve ending had been alight, skin blazing under Lewis' skilled touch.

"Lewis…" she'd sighed his name as his hand found her breast, kneading it reverently.

The sudden blaring of the race announcer's voice jolted Ariel from her lascivious reverie. She startled, blinking rapidly as she refocused on her current surroundings at the track.

All around her, the other VIPs were cheering excitedly as the cars took their formation lap. Heat bloomed in Ariel's cheeks - had she really been daydreaming about Lewis so salaciously in public?

"Come on, 44!" she called out, caught up in the infectious energy. Her eyes locked on Lewis' sleek Mercedes as it purred past the stands, heart jackhammering with a combination of adrenaline and lingering arousal.

The race passed in a high-octane blur of sound and fury. Ariel was on the edge of her seat every heart-stopping moment, fists clenched in a white-knuckle grip whenever Lewis made an aggressive overtaking move.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted over the radio communications and her breath hitched. No…it couldn't be. As the commentary confirmed her worst fears, she collapsed back in her chair with a dismayed groan.

"Lewis, no!" she cried in dismay, watching in shock as his crippled car rolled slowly into the pits to retire from the race.

Disappointment and worry for his safety warred within her as the pit crew swarmed around him. Ariel's fingers twitched with the overwhelming urge to go to him, to wrap her arms around his strong frame and check for herself that he was unharmed.

Instead, she stayed frozen in place, lips parted on a silent prayer as she willed images of their passionate tryst from invading her mind again. She was in far too deep already with this man. God help her if anything happens to him.

Ariel's anxious vigil was interrupted as the race commentators confirmed Lewis had been forced to retire due to a terminal power failure, not a crash. She exhaled a relieved sigh, slumping back in her seat.

Thank goodness he's okay.

Still, her heart ached for him as she watched Lewis climb dejectedly from his stricken car, ripping off his helmet and tossing it aside in frustration. He ran one large hand through his sweat-dampened hair. Even from a distance, she could make out the taut lines of tension in his broad shoulders and clenched jaw.

He has to be devastated.

Unbidden, memories of the previous night resurfaced - the unguarded vulnerability in Lewis' warm brown eyes as he'd gazed down at her, the tender path his fingers had carved along her skin. Ariel shivered despite the sweltering pit-lane temperatures, recalling how content and cherished she'd felt in his arms.

She had to go to him. Whatever this undeniable connection between them was becoming, she needed Lewis to know she understood his pain in that moment.

"I'll be right back," Ariel murmured distractedly to her publicist, already rising and slipping away through the crowd.

Making her way down to the team's cordoned-off area was like swimming against the tide of a raucous sea of fans. Ariel kept her head down, focusing on her goal of reaching Lewis' side.

When she finally broke through the mass of bodies, she spotted him bent over the workbench, forearms braced as he studied the telemetry readings with a stormy expression. A few of his crew members hovered nearby, clearly giving the gutted driver a wide berth.

"Lewis?" she called out hesitantly as she walked toward him.

His head whipped up at the sound of her voice and Ariel's breath caught at the naked disappointment burning in those soulful eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she murmured, wishing she could erase that haggard edge of defeat weighing on his features.

Lewis let out a harsh exhale. "Yeah, not a good day..."

His admission struck her like a physical blow - laid bare, haunted by the echoes of countless past heartbreaks and near-misses.

"Do you want me to leave—"

"No," he interrupted, albeit too harshly at first. Clearing his throat, he gave her a small smile. "Stay."

"Okay," was her response as she sat next to him on the bench. "At least Verstappen is out too. I heard from my publicist that there's beef between your teams?"

He let out a hearty chuckle at her words as he nudged her softly. "You don't know a thing bout F1, do you gorgeous?"

"Not a goddamn thing," she quipped with a giggle. "All I know is that the cars go very fast around the track and, of course, the drama."

"Fair enough," he concurred, eyes traveling down her frame. "It seems like I have to teach you a few things..."

"It seems like you do."

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With Ariel in London working on the album that will accompany the movie, she and Lewis had kept in regular contact after the Australian Grand Prix, occasionally exchanging friendly texts and calls. There was some gossip buzz about them potentially dating, but Ariel's team worked diligently to shut down any relationship rumors.

While Ariel was on a break from recording sessions, she received a text from Lewis hinting for her to come visit him in Tokyo. Part of her was tempted by the opportunity to see him again after they had hit it off so well, yet another part of her couldn't help but hesitate.

Scoffing at the message in disbelief, she then yelled for Tiffany to come over. Tiffany entered the lounge and gave Ariel a worried look. "You good, sis?"

Ariel showed her the message, causing Tiffany to squeal in delight. "Girl, this is your chance! Shit, if you don't get your ass on a plane to Tokyo and ride this man like a rodeo, I swear on our Lord and Savior, I'll beat your ass."

"Tiffany!" Ariel exclaimed. "You're crazy. I barely know this man, I can't just go off to Tokyo."

"And why not?" Tiffany said, crossing her arms.

Ariel gestured around them with a sardonic laugh. "I mean…do I need to explain?"

Tiffany gave her a dismissive eye-roll. "Please, this album is ninety percent finished. Go get some dick and stop being afraid of it. Have you been doing those pelvic floor exercises I told you about?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Good," grinned Tiffany, "because judging from the pictures I've seen of him, old boy has a third leg."

"Oh, fuck me!" groaned Ariel with a facepalm.

"Exactly!" Tiffany said, already pulling out her phone. "I'm looking up flights right now. When can you be packed?"

Suddenly considering her friend's point, Ariel felt herself starting to warm up to the idea of a travel adventure…

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