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Holy shit.

That was the only thing that I could say.

It was a surreal dream.

I was going to wake up to my skin tingling and my heart pumping from adrenaline. I was so sure of it.

But it was all real. Every single moment of it.

My legs felt like jelly as I stood up in my car, my hands fumbling to reattach the steering wheel. The rain was coming down hard, drenching my suit even more.

I raised my fist in the air, the crowd going wild as I stood on the nose of the car.

Camera's swarmed around the car and I jumped off, a wide smile hidden behind my helmet.

Lewis Hamilton came over and gave me a fist bump. I could tell from his eyes that he was smiling under his helmet.

"Congrats, mate," he shouted over the sound of the crowd.

"Thanks, congrats to you too!" I replied, slapping his shoulder.

I spotted my crew near the metal fence lining the track and immediately ran over to them.

The sound of their cheers was deafening as I jumped into their arms. My head felt like it was being battered from all sides as my mechanics slapped my crash helmet in congrats.

"Sandro that was fucking amazing!" Zak shouted, pulling me in to a bone crushing hug.

"I told you I wouldn't let you down," I grinned, pulling away.

People were congratulating me left and right, I could barely focus on a single thing.

"Great race today mate," my chief mechanic said, giving me a hug.

His mask was nearly sliding off his nose from how big his smile was.

"Where's Dakota?" I immediately asked.

"She's-"

He barely had a chance to finish before I spotted her coming out of the garage.

I ran towards her as she removed her headphones and placed them on the table.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I repeated, spinning her around in a circle.

"Congratulations!" she grinned, her eyes shining with excitement. I could tell her smile was huge, despite the mask covering half her face.

"Come," I urged, tugging her along with me towards the podium.

She would be the representative on the podium for McLaren.

As I climbed up the steps to the podium stands, my whole body was buzzing with energy.

Nothing could ever prepare me for my first ever win in Formula 1. And I sure as hell wouldn't forget the feeling.

My chest rose and fell rapidly from how hard I was breathing. I felt dazed, as if I was in a dream. Nothing felt real.

My head was up in the clouds.

For the first time in a long time, the Italian anthem rang out over the loud speakers. I found myself with the red, white, and green flag draped around my shoulders once again.

An official came out, handing each of us our trophies.

It had been 2 years since I had won my last first place trophy in F2.

As I lifted the trophy in the air, I barely had a chance to react before I was shot with a blast of cold champagne. The giant Ferrari bottle was heavy as I lifted it up, spraying Max and Lewis in retaliation. The sticky liquid seeped into my race suit.

I was up on the podium with two of the biggest names in motorsport. Two of the favorites to win the championship, and I had finished above them.

Boy did that feel good.

A laugh caught my attention, another splash of cool liquid hitting the back of my neck. I turned to see Dakota spraying the bottle of champagne at me.

She shrieked, shielding her face from me as I sprayed her with my champagne. I smirked, coming up behind her and emptying whatever was left in the champagne bottle over her head.

After a few photo's, I realized that Dakota had disappeared.

"Congrats, mate. That was a long time coming," Max smiled, offering me a hand shake.

I waved at my crew down below before hurrying off the stage so I could celebrate with them.

"P1!" I heard a familiar English accent ring out as I came down to the pitlane.

"P1 baby!" I grinned, holding up the champagne and trophy.

"Congrats, mate! Well deserved, for a rookie," Lando joked, ruffling my hair.

"You had that win mate, I'm sorry," I said, offering him some sympathy.

I knew exactly what he was feeling because I had been in his shoes just a week ago in Monza.

"It was my mistake. You win some, you lose some. I'll get over it."

I set the trophy down and gave him a bro hug.

"Sweaty hands, eh?" he asked, wiping his hands on his suit.

"That's champagne," I replied, quoting Lando himself.

"Good one," he laughed, patting my shoulder.

A happy feeling settled in my chest, knowing my teammate was at least somewhat happy for me.

I could tell Lando was devastated by the mistake he'd made. The smile on his face didn't match the heartbroken look in his eyes.

Lando finished P7 meaning decent points for our team. The team was happy, the fans were happy. And at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

It was a chaotic mess in the McLaren motorhome. I handed the second champagne bottle off to my mechanics. I was stopped ever few seconds to be congratulated.

My side of the garage was completely ecstatic and their excitement was infectious, even spreading to Lando's side of the garage.

"Media!" Aaron shouted from across the garage.

My eyes widened as I realized I had completely forgotten about the post race interviews. Dropping everything I was doing, I sprinted back out into the pitlane where Max was just finishing his interview.

"Alessandro Moreno, you're looking a bit frazzled," the former F1 racer laughed.

"Yeah, I literally forgot postrace interviews were a thing," I smiled sheepishly.

"Do you know what, I think Lando did that last weekend too," Jenson Button grinned.

"Probably, we're both too confused for our own good."

"So, first formula one podium. How does it feel?"

"I- I can't even explain it," I replied, shaking my head. "I'm at a loss for words. This weekend, I mean after coming off our high from Monza. I knew the car would be good at this track- it suits the McLaren. But I didn't expect another podium finish, let alone a win."

"This seems to be a reversal of last weeks finish. Lando managed to beat you last week, but you capitalized on his mistake this week. How do you feel about that?"

"I mean, you never want that to happen because it's bad for the team. But I think we all make mistakes and we can learn from them."

"We got a chance to hear your radio's and there was quite a difference in your conversations and Lando's. Do you think that helped you?"

"Well, I haven't heard Lando's radio so I wouldn't know. But I have a new race engineer now for the rest of the season, her name is Dakota. She's the reason I won today," I spoke, a smile on my face.

Oh God, she's going to kill me.

"How important do you think communication is to a racing driver while you're out there on track."

"It's the most important thing. I need to know what's going on ahead of me and behind me, and if something is wrong with the car. My engineers need to know what it's like on track so I need to give them feedback."

"Alright, thank you for your time. Congratulations on your maiden win!"

"Thank you," I nodded, stepping away from the microphone.

I raised my hand to wave at the crowed, gaining a roar of approval.

My hair was soaked with champagne, sticking to my forehead as I removed my cap.

The crew was already starting to pack up. My flight was leaving at 9 in the evening, along with the majority of of the McLaren team.

I quickly darted into my motorhome, desperate for a shower to rid myself of sweat and champagne.

I took the quickest shower on record. I felt like the more time I spent in the shower, the more I was missing out.

Missing out on what exactly? I had no idea.

Quickly changing into a fresh McLaren top and a pair of black jeans, I grabbed my phone and key.

I made my rounds through the McLaren hospitality and the garage before heading to my hotel. I wanted to relax for a bit, my body suddenly hit with fatigue as things began to settle down.

Thankfully the press hadn't swarmed the hotel yet. I had left the track early enough to get in before the media showed up outside the Hilton Valet.

Just as I opened the curtains in my room, a knock sounded at the door.

I wasn't expecting anyone so I was pleasantly surprised when the door opened to reveal Dakota.

"Hey," I grinned, stepping aside to let her into my room.

A stupid grin stretched onto my face, no matter how hard I tried to surpress it.

Dakota had showered as well and was dressed in an identical McLaren polo.

She looked good in the white team kit, it made her tanned skin stand out and her brown eyes brighten.

"We're matching," I pointed out, like the idiot I am.

"I know, it's so weird not wearing navy blue," she laughed.

"You look better in this anyways," I shrugged.

I found myself staring at her for a bit too long, making her clear her throat. I looked away, heat creeping up my neck.

"Thank you, Dakota. This win would've been impossible without you."

"Oh come on, don't go all sappy on me now Moreno. That was all you out there."

I grinned, still basking in the magic of victory. Reaching out, I picked out a small piece of confetti still stuck in her hair.

She made a face as I flicked it away.

Cute.

"Alessandro, I'm so proud of you," she said softly, taking a step closer to me.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

She took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

I tried to avoid her gaze, but fucking hell. Dakota was like a magnet, pulling me towards her. Everywhere I went, she was there.

She was on my mind 24/7.

And I can't say I hated it. She was distracting. A good type of distracting. She made me forget about the media, the pressure, the stress. Dakota was like a breath of fresh air in a smoke filled room.

I had never realized how much she changed me. She pushed me to do better- whether that was by teasing the shit out of me, or by motivating me. It didn't matter. Because without Dakota, I probably would've been out of F1 by now.

She kept me sane. She knew exactly what I needed to hear and what she needed to say. She kept me from going off the rails when things didn't go well.

And I knew that Zak hiring her as my enegineer was the best decision he ever made.

Apart from signing me of course.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, a curious look on her face.

"You."

She blushed, looking down at the floor.

I reached out, gently placing my hands on her waist- testing the waters.

She didn't push me away, simply raising a brow at me. Her hands rested on my chest as I pulled her closer.

"Is this how you usually get girls?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"No," I replied with a smirk, leaning down to her ear.

"I usually just fuck them on the first night, but you're not just any girl," I whispered, feeling her body shiver.

"How many times have you used that line? Bet it's a panty dropper," she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Just once. With this girl that was got as fuck," I replied, my gaze trailing down her body. She scoffed, turning away and walking further into my room.

Every step I took towards her, she took two back. Unbeknownst to her, she had no where to go once her legs hit the edge of the bed.

"Oh really? What was her name?"

"I can't remember."

I could feel her chest brush against mine with every breath she took. The smell of her shampoo was strong, enveloping my senses.

"She must've fucked her name right out of your pretty little head," she smirked.

"Oh yeah, she's short- about 5'4. Long brunette hair that's good for a lot of things. She's got a really nice ass. And a dirty mouth that doesn't know when to shut up. Good thing she's a good kisser," I teased.

"And her eyes, don't even get me started."

"Yeah? She sounds familiar," she whispered, her breath shaky.

I couldn't resist any longer.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss.

God, kissing Dakota was like a thousand fireworks going off at the same time. I got this heart stopping feeling that only came to me when I was racing.

But Dakota, she was like a rush of adrenaline that made the butterflies in my stomach awaken.

"Very familiar," I mumbled against her lips.

Her body fit against mine perfectly, sending sparks up and down my body. She gasped softly when my hands moved under her shirt. Her skin was soft and smooth making me eager to see what was under the material of her shirt.

She didn't stop me, never breaking the kiss as she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands moved to her ass and I held my breath, praying she wouldn't slap me away.

"Jump," I whispered.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, bringing our bodies even closer. She gasped, suddenly feeling me pressing against her core.

Her breathing was shallow as my lips trailed down the side of her neck.

"Fuck, Dakota. You're driving me crazy," I groaned. I could feel her throbbing against me.

Her hands tugged at my hair and I gently nipped at the skin above her collarbone.

"Alessandro, please," she whimpered, her hips shifting against mine.

The sound of her needy voice was enough to make me hard.

"Cazo, tell me you want this as much as I do," I groaned, setting her down on the bed.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes still closed as I pulled her top over her head.

I sucked in a breath at the sight of her lacy navy colored set. That's when I realized I had lied. She did look better in navy.

She tugged at the hem of my shirt, prompting me to take mine off as well. Her hands traveled down my torso, the tips of her nails scratching my skin.

I pressed my lips against hers, gently pushing her onto her back as my hand trailed down her stomach. My finger hooked onto the waistband of her black lace panties and I tugged them down.

Her breath fanned against my ear as I kissed the side of her neck, my hand slipping between her legs.

A gasp left her lips as I touched her, only to find her already wet.

"Eager are we?" I chuckled, sliding a finger into her wet pussy.

I smiled when a look of pleasure formed on Dakota's face.

She moaned quietly, biting down hard on her lip. Her hips moved against my fingers, finding her own rhythm for me to follow.

She was beautiful. Her skin was flushed pink, her pink lips now swollen- the lower one bleeding slightly.

"Alé," she moaned, her hand grabbing my wrist as my fingers moved faster.

"What? Alé, what?" I taunted, enjoying the way her back arched off the bed.

"I can't," she whined, her hands gripping the sheets.

That image of her in my bed- I would never be able to get it out of my head.

Dakota Sanchez had ruined me.