Carlos Sainz Smooth Operator Romane & Geschichten

“Compromised. She’s talking about herself, isn’t she? She thinks she has Rahul, but the Board will see it as a compromise. And if she goes down, Carlos, she takes the whole American team with her. We’ll be left here, holding a stack of worthless stock options and paying off a lease we can’t afford.” Carlos knew he had to be the rock. He tilted her chin up, his gaze earnest. He reached out and stroked the smooth, tender skin of her inner thigh with his thumb, a slow, gentle action designed to soothe her frazzled nerves. It was a gesture of quiet, deep affection, a promise of stability in their tumultuous world.

His movements were fluid, effortless, like he wasn’t just driving but commanding the machine with an unspoken language only he understood. Every gear shift was smooth, every turn executed with perfect control. Even when he accelerated, pushing the car faster and faster down the track, there was no hesitation—just confidence. The way he handled the corners, braking at just the right moment before accelerating out of them, sent a thrill through the air. And when he finally brought the car to a stop, his fingers lingered on the wheel for a moment, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go. Then he exhaled, slow and satisfied, running a hand over the dashboard.

Carlos couldn’t let his weakness show so easily. The minor details told Wilson everything he needed to know. Carlos might not realise it, but whenever he ran a finger lightly over the sensitive vein on Carlos’ underside, those nipples would harden into pebbles. The way Carlos tried to maintain a neutral expression with evened breathing would have fooled a less experienced partner, but Wilson knew how to drive someone completely insane. It wasn’t difficult to discover all of Carlos’ good spots.