The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of Toto's penthouse hotel room, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets. You stirred, your body nestled against Toto's, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. The events of the previous night played back in your mind - a whirlwind of passion and connection that left you feeling closer to him than ever before.

Toto's arm tightened around you as he began to wake up, his eyes slowly opening to meet yours. A sleepy smile spread across his face, and your's as well. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice deep and husky from sleep. "Good morning," you replied, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "Last night was..." "Unforgettable," Toto finished, leaning in to kiss you softly. You said "I wish we could stay like this forever."You sighed deeply, knowing that the real world still awaited you both. "We have to get back to the paddock soon. But we can savor this moment a little longer Schatlzi." Toto also started tracing lazy patterns on your bare back. "Just a few more minutes," you agreed, Toto also pulling you closer. "I don't want to let you go libeling." Toto said. For a while, you layed there in each other's arms, the outside world long forgotten. But eventually, reality intruded, and you both reluctantly began to get ready for the day.

As you dressed, you shared a few stolen kisses and lingering touches, each one a promise of the moments you would steal away together sometime in the future. With a final kiss, you left the sanctuary of Toto's room discreetly, while heading back to your own team's hotel inconspiculesspley. The next upcoming race weekend loomed ahead, filled with the possibility of more challenges and opportunities, but you felt a renewed sense of determination. Whatever obstacles that were sure to lay ahead, you were ready to face them with Toto by your side.

The Monaco Grand Prix was always a spectacle of glamour and fierce competition, but this year it felt even more charged. You navigated the paddock, trying to focus on your work despite the swirling emotions inside you. Being so close to Toto and keeping a your relationship a secret was becoming increasingly challenging. As the race weekend unfolded, Toto found himself constantly aware of your presence. He admired your professionalism and how seamlessly you handled the pressures of the paddock. Yet, every stolen glance and subtle touch you gave him made his desire to be open about your forbidden romantic relationship stronger.

During a late - night strategy meeting, you and Toto found a rare moment alone. The teams participating had then dispersed after, leaving the two of you alone, and surrounded by data screens, and racing simulations. "I can't stop thinking about you Toto," you admitted, your voice soft and filled with emotion." Toto smiled, feeling the same pull. "Me too Mien Libeling," but we have to be careful; your father is already seeming to grow more suspicious." "You sighed softly," Toto running a hand through his hair. "I know, but hiding like this is killing me. I want to be able to hold your hand in public, to kiss you without having to constantly look over my shoulder." Toto reached out, holding your hand gently. "Well'll find a way Schatlzi. We just need to be patient a little while longer."

The next morning, as you reviewed the latest telemetry data, your father, Christian, approached you with a stern expression deeply visible on his face. "I've noticed you spending a lot of time in the Mercedes garage lately," he said, not bothering to try and hide his suspicion. You tried to keep your voice steady. "I'm just doing my job, Dad. Analyzing our competition. Just like you asked." Christians eye's narrowed. "Just remember where your loyalties lie. Toto Wolff is not someone who should be trusted." You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "I know, Dad. I won't let you down, I promise." But as your father walked away, you couldn't help but feel the tension between your professional duties and your personal desires.

Later that evening, you and Toto managed to slip away quietly from the paddock to the quiet seclusion of your hotel room. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as you both took a moment to breathe, away from the prying eyes and the relentless pace of the race weekend. Toto pulled you into his arms, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Finally, some peace," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him, your heart racing. "Ive missed this. Missed you." His lips meet yours in a kiss that started gentle but quickly turned passionate. The tension and longing of the past few days melted away as you lost yourselves in each other. Toto's hands roamed your body, pulling you closer, deepening the connection you already shared. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. "I don't want to hide anymore either." "Me neither," you whispered, your breath mingling with his. "But like you said Toto we have to be careful. For now." Toto nodded, you both trying to understand the delicate balance you both had to maintain. "We'll find a way. Together." Toto spoke. The night was a blur of whispered words and shared touches, each moment reinforcing the bond between you. In the quiet of your hotel room, away from the chaos of the race, you found solace in each other, your love a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the impending storm.

The following day, back in the paddock, you and Toto were able to steal a brief, passionate kiss in a quiet corner, the intensity of your feelings undeniable. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in the stolen moment. As you pulled away, your heart still pounding, you whispered "We have to be careful." "I know Libeling," Toto replied, his eyes dark with emotion. "But you're worth the risk."

Reflecting on your relationship, you couldn't help but smile. Despite the challenges and the secrecy, your feelings for Toto only grew stronger. You knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but you were ready to face whatever came your way, as long as you had him by your side. Your father Christian, on the other hand, seemed determined to interfere. He couldn't understand your feelings for Toto a man older than him, and triple your age, and was deeply intent on keeping you focused on your work and away from the man he considered his biggest rival and enemy.

The race weekend is in Monaco, the crown jewel for the Formula 1 calendar. The tight, twisting streets of Monte Carlo demanded extra precision and the ultimate powers of steel. Tensions are also high as the teams prepared for the most glamours race and events of the season.

You had been so busy with the preparations for the race that your late-night conversations over the phone with Toto had become brief. they were only snatched moments for whenever you could find them. But tonight, after a long day at the circuit, you were determined to spend time together, preferably away from the paddock this time. "Meet me at the harbor," Toto had texted earlier. "I have a surprise for you schatzi, I will have my driver pick you up discreetly."

As the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the yachts and the glittering water, you made your way to the harbor. Finally arrived you immediately spotted Toto waiting for you, opening your passenger door and looking effortlessly stylish in his casual attire. His presence exuded a calm confidence that you found both reassuring and irresistibly attractive.

"What's the surprise?" you asked, smiling as you approached him. He grinned, a glint in his eyes as he spoke "you'll see, come on darling." Toto led you to a sleek, luxurious yacht docked at the edge of the harbor. You couldn't help but be impressed by its elegance and size, and that it was much more elegant and bigger than your father's that you had spent numerous of family vacations on.

"Is this yours?" you asked, a little breathless. "It is mine," he said. "I thought we could both use a break from all the noise and pressure. Just you and me, away from everything for a little while." You followed him aboard, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. As the yacht set off, the city lights were twinkling in the background. You found a quaint spot on the deck, in the back with a perfect view of the sky, and city lights. The gentle rocking of the boat and the sound of the waves created a soothing atmosphere.

"This is amazing, Toto," You said, leaning against the railing and looking out at the sea. You faced him and said "Thank you." He walked to stand next to you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence. "You work so hard, and sometimes it's good to just...breathe." You turned to face him, your heart swelling with affection. "Ive also been missing our talks," you admitted. "These last few days here in Monaco have been so hectic." "Ive missed them too," he said, his eyes locking into yours. "But I'm here now. And i've been thinking..." "About what?" you asked, curious but also a little nervous.

"About us," he replied, taking a deep breath. "This.... whatever this is between us, it is not easy. There are so many obstacles, your father, my children, the age gap, my recent divorce, so many people who wouldn't understand. But I want you to know I care about you. A lot. your heart started to race at his words. "I care about you too, Toto. More than I ever thought I would about anyone. He took your hands, his touch sending s jolt of electricity through you. " I don't know what the future holds, but I want to face it with you. No matter what happens on the track, we are in this together." You squeezed his hand, feeling a sudden surge of determination. "Together," you echoed, a smile and blush spreading across your face.

The yacht continued its journey, the world outside fading away as you and Toto were sharing a quiet, intimate moment. For now, the rivalry and pressure of the racing worlds were distant concerns. Here, under the starry sky, you were just two people who had found something special in each other. As the night wore on, you talked about everything and nothing, laughing and sharing dreams. When the yacht finally returned to the harbor, you felt a new sense of purpose and strength. No matter what challenges were sure to lay ahead, you knew you could face them with Toto by your side.

After a while, Toto had led you to a more secluded part of the yacht, a cozy lounge area with plush seats and soft lighting. The atmosphere was intimate, and you could feel the tension between you growing. He poured you a glass of champagne, and you both settled into the seats, closer than before. You nestled up against Toto's chest, and he began to lay this head against yours; you both in a close embrace. "To us," he toasted, his eyes never leaving yours. "To us," you echoed, clinking your glass against his. You sipped your champagne, the bubbles tickling your throat, and watched Toto over the rim of your glass. There was something in his gaze, a mixture of desire and tenderness that made your pulse began to quicken.

"Do you remember the first time we mer?" he asked, his voice low, deep, and velvety. You nodded, smiling at the memory. "I do. you caught me working late while I was working on some data." "I couldn't stop thinking about you after that," he admitted, his eyes darkening with emotion. "you are unlike anyone i've ever met Mien Schatzi." Your breath hitched at his words. "Toto, I...."

Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned in and kissed you this time. it was a gentle kiss at first, exploring yet tentative, but it quickly deepened. You responded eagerly, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, feeling the strength and his muscles between his shirt. The kiss grew more passionate, more urgent. Toto's hand roamed your back, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap. You could feel the heat of his body, the rapid beat of his heart matching your own.

"Y/N," he murmured again your lips, his voice thick with desire. "I want you." You pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "I want you too, Toto. More than anything I could possibly want in this entire world." With a groan, he stood up, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. he carried you to the master suite, the very large bed inviting and luxurious. He set you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're sure? after this there is no going back now?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of both lust and concern. "Ive never been more sure," you whispered, your hands reaching up to pull him down to you.

He kissed you again, more fervently this time, as his hands began to explore your body. You began to tug at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours. He quickly obliged, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. your fingers traced the lines of his muscles, marveling at the strength and beauty of him, to you, he did not seem like he was double your age at all, or that he even was technically older than your own father. Toto began to return the favor, his hands caressing your smooth curves, his touch igniting a fire within you. Clothes quickly began became a forgotten inconvenience, and soon you were both bare, skin against skin.

The feeling was electric, every touch sent shivers down your spine. Totos hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, and driving you wild with need. He began to kiss a trail down your neck, his lips and tongue leaving a burning path in their wake. When he finally entered you, it was like an excpirence you've never felt before. The connection was immediate and intense, a perfect fit if you will. You had to latch your legs against his waist and leave your hands clenching on his shoulders. You gasped at the sensations, your fingers digging into his back.

"Toto," you moaned, the pleasure overwhelming. He moved slowly at first, savoring the moment, but it wasn't long before the pace quickened. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, the pressure building inside you until you thought you might explode. "Toto, I'm...I'm going to..." you couldn't finish the sentence, the pleasure too intense. "Let go," he whispered, his voice strained with his own impending release. "I've got you." With a cry, you did as he said, your body shaking with the force of your climax. Toto followed soon after, his release spilling into you as he groaned your name.

You lay there together, spent and satisfied, the gentle rock of the yacht lulling you into a state of blissful contentment. Toto held you close, his fingers stroking your hair, your body still trembling with the aftershocks, his breath warm against your skin. "I love you," he whispered, the words a soft caress. "I love you too," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that whatever challenges were to lay ahead, you would face them together. In a world defined by two rival teams and two star crossed lovers defined by rivalry and competition, you had found a love that transcended the normal boundaries of the racing circuit. And that was worth fighting for.

Later in the evening, as you awoke and had to head back to your own hotel where your team was staying, without it seeming suspicious and not to draw concern as to where your were this late. You had parted ways with a lingering kiss, promising to see each other the next day. The warmth of his embrace and sincerity in his eyes stayed with you as you made your way to your hotel.

The morning after the rendezvous, the paddock was buzzing with activity as teams prepared for the first practice session. You arrived at the Red Bull garage early, ready to dive into the days tasks. As you reviewed the telemetry data from the previous races, you felt a familiar presence behind you. "Good morning," Totos deep voice greeted you. You turned, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him but also trying to remain calm and not to draw any suspicion. You said "Good morning. Ready for another day of competition?" He smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Always. But I wanted to wish you luck before things get too hectic." "Thank you, Mr, Wolff," you said, your voice softening. "Good luck to you too." With a final lingering look, he turned and walked away, leaving you with a fluttering feeling of butterflies in your chest.

The days practice sessions were intense, with both teams Red Bull and Mercedes pushing their cars to the limit. You were so focused on your work you barely noticed the time passing. During a brief break, you caught sight of your father, Christian, watching you from across the garage. His expression was a mix of pride and concern. You made your way over to him, curious about what seemed on his mind.

"Hey dad," you greeted, wiping your hands on a cloth. "Everything okay?" He nodded, though his eyes remained serious as they always were. "You're doing a great job, Y/N. I just wanted to check in. Make sure you're holding up." You smiled, appreciating his concern. "I'm fine, really. Just a bit of pre race nerves." Christan's gaze softened. "I know this world can be tough, especially with all the rivalries and politics. But you've got what it takes, Y/N. I'm proud of you." "Thanks, Dad," you said, feeling a swell of gratitude. "That means a lot."

As you returned to your station, you couldn't help but reflect but reflect on the contrasting dynamics in your life. On one hand, you had the fierce competition and high stakes of the racing world right in your hands. On the other, you had found an unexpected and profound connection with Toto Wolff, a man who was supposed to be your rival as much as he was your father's.

The day continued with more practice sessions, each one more intense than the last. The Red Bull team was performing well, and you had a sense of satisfaction seeing your hard work pay off. But amidst the flurry of activity, your thoughts kept drifting back to Toto. Later that evening, after a long and exhausting day at the circuit, you received a text from him: "Meet me at my teams hotel bar. I need to see you." Your heart skipped a beat as you made your way to the bar. Dressed in a little black dress the atmosphere was relaxed, with soft lighting and the murmur of quiet conversations, while trying to be discreet. You spotted Toto sitting at a corner table, his eyes lighting up as you approached.

"Hey," you said, sliding into the seat across from him. "Everything okay?" He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "It is now, Libeling," he said softly. "I just needed to see you. Today was... Intense." You nodded, understanding the unspoken emotions behind his words. "It was but we made it through." Totos eyes held a depth of emotion that made your breath catch. "Y/N, I want you to know that no matter what happens, you're very important to me. This relationship between us... it is real Schatzi." " I feel the same way," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

there was a moment of charged silence, and then, unable to resist any longer, Toto leaned across the table and kissed you. It was a kiss filled with all the pent up emotions and desires you had both been holding back. When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless. "Let's get out of here darling," Toto suggested, his voice husky with emotion. You nodded, and he led you out of the bar, both of you trying to be discreet, his hand was securely holding yours. Waiting for the elevator was a struggle. You both couldn't keep your hands off each other. Suddenly the elevator doors opened and the doors closed you both kissed passionately as time was running out.

Back in his hotel room, the intensity of your connection ignited once more. Toto closed the door behind you, and the quiet of the room felt intimate, almost sacred. Toto turned to you, rolling up his sleeves, his eyes dark with desire and lust he cupped your face in his hands. "You have no idea how much I've wanted you," he murmured. You reached up, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled you down for another kiss. This one was slow and deep, exploring and savoring. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed even closer together.

With gentle urgency, he walked you backwards towards the bed, never breaking the kiss. When the back of your knees hit the edge, you sank down onto the soft plush mattress, pulling him with you. He passed for a moment, looking down at you with a tender smile. "you're so beautiful Liebling," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. You blushed under his intense gaze and a soft smile spreading across your face "Toto..."

He silenced you with another kiss, his hands roaming your body with reverence. He took his time, exploring every inch of your skin, making you feel cherished and desired. The way he touched you was both gentle and passionate, his fingers leaving a trail of heated desire in their wake. You responded to his every caress, your body arching into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Toto," you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders. Releasing another soft moan you said "I need you." He looked into your eyes, his own filled with emotion. "Schatzi I need you too," he whispered, his voice raw with feelings. As he moved over you, you felt a deep connection, almost if your souls were intertwined. The world outside began to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment of pure intimacy. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word bought you both closer together, building a bond that was unbreakable. When you finally came together, it was like a perfect harmony, a dance of love and desire that left you both incredibly breathless. Afterwards, you lay in each other's arms, the room filled with a peaceful silence. Toto held you close, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back. "I love you," he whispered, the words a soft caress. "I love you too," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

Chapter 2: Racing Hearts TBA

Reader reflects on her romantic feelings for Toto