You and Charles are a couple, happily away on holiday to Cote d'Azur to enjoy some private time together away from the bustling energy of the paddock. One day, while he had been sunbathing you had taken the daring decision to ride a jet-ski just out of curiosity. But you had never expected it to be so fun! You were itching to try again, so had begged Charles to let you go once more, and for him to join you. Though at first reluctant, after some nagging, sweet words and sweet kisses, he agreed and now here the two of you were, riding the waves on your newly found vehicular joy, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your back to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. You could feel his cool breath in your ear sending small shivers up your spine

"Enjoying yourself?" He murmured softly in your ear quizzically, his Monegasque accent beautifully laced in his words. For a moment all you could think about was the way his steady inhale and shifted into hot breath fanning over your ear as he spoke, the sensation of it coursing, tingling through every last inch of your body. His lips made small contact with the shell of you ear and for a moment your mind went blank. Dazed, you accidentally swerve and hit the throttle at the same time, mistaking it for the break, and find yourself launched into the Mediterranean