REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[37] - [Daniel Ricciardo]

A/N: for britishnarry

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WARNINGS: nsfw (fingering, overstimulation, teasing, public sex if you squint)

37. "If you want to come, you have to beg for it"

Ping!

Daniel heard his phone notifying him in his pocket while he was seated on the sofa in one of McLaren's media conference rooms. There was an online interview with one of the title sponsors of McLaren and charlotte was going to guide him through and record the interview. It was good to be back home, but the days after the raceweekend were often still busy, which he wished could be different. You, his girlfriend, worked here as well. And it was hard to know that you were a couple floors and offices away from him and you nearly didn't speak to each other throughout the day. Your relationship was secretive and you both wanted to keep it that way. It was tempting to meet you in empty hallways and speak about the events at McLaren's HQ, to steal a kiss before both getting back to work, but you both knew it was better to just pretend like you were colleagues who got along like everyone else.

Daniel was bored while waiting for Charlotte, the screen of the laptop in front of him still black. He took his phone out of his pocket and saw your name with the whatsapp notification. Daniel's eyebrows laced together, a part of him concerned and another part of him curious. You rarely texted him during work. You had send a picture as well. Daniel's curiosity won and he unlocked his screen to go to your chat. He nearly choked on his saliva as he saw the picture you had sent him, recognizing the office restrooms in the background. It was a picture of you in the mirror, your company blouse unbuttoned and hanging down your shoulders, exposing the gorgeous, purple lace bra you were wearing, the material barely doing anything to hide your nipples. Your figure was beautifully accentuated by a pencil skirt and he had already complimented you on it this morning, before you both seperately left to get to Woking. He never knew what you were wearing underneath it.

He cursed under his breath, moving a hand over his face in attempt to wipe the image from his mind. He looked at it again nevertheless, seeing the text you wrote along with it, telling him that if he wanted to see the full set, he should stop by your office soon. Daniel looked up as Charlotte entered the room and he was quick to turn his phone off in case you decided to pull any more shenanigans. "You look a bit heated, everything alright?" Charlotte asked and he nodded, reaching for his bottle of water. "Haven't had breakfast yet, this journalist better not be too nosy," Daniel joked and it made the PR manager laugh. "Well, you can take an early lunch after this, I won't have to occupy you till after the break," Charlotte comforted him and Daniel nodded again. Charlotte spoke through the things that were important and he sat there nodding along, while his fists were balled under the table. He cursed you in his mind for sending texts like those right before he had an interview.