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“I was born ready,” she said and smiled.
NINETEEN
Spontaneous Combustion
LUX
My knees knocked together nervously,though I didn't know why. I'd worn a flowy skirt with my silk top, and I felt overdressed. If he asked me to work for him another day, I'd wear something more casual.
Mainly, the nerves came from the fact that I'd left the house without my mom. She'd been pissed, but that was too bad. I wanted, no, I needed to do this. Work outside of what my mom and I had together. Could the last few days get any crazier? I didn't fucking think so.
The garage was massive and looked like something that should be on a documentary program. But it was beyond inspiring that Rush owned the place. His name was on the sign out front and everything. That he'd accomplished so much made me proud of him.
"Are you the only mechanic that works here?" I asked as I followed Rush around.
"Yep, I like to do everything myself." He grinned and started to talk about one of the machines and how it worked.
It was like he was speaking another language. I bit down on a smile. "A hands-on kind of boss?" My flush was instant. What on earth was wrong with me. I think Rush had unleashed a person I didn't know existed.
"Listen, lady, I don't know what you've heard…" His smile widened, and he chuckled, taking a step toward me.
I batted him on his firm stomach. "Just teasing," I said but stepped into him.
"Yeah, you are." His eyes focused on my lips. "You have some…" He paused and licked my bottom lip.
Immediately all thoughts of work and motorcycles disappeared and were replaced by heat, especially between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head toward me. "I'm going to kiss you now."
His tongue pressed open my mouth, and I tasted the cream cheese and strawberries he'd been eating. His arms tugged on my hips, pulling me tight against him so I could feel he was hard.
Too soon, he pulled back and growled. "If we keep this up, we won't get any work done. And I am your boss." His eyes danced with mischief. "But I have to be honest."
Oh no. He was going to tell me we had to focus on work, which was understandable. He was a business owner. But still, couldn't it be break time? "What?" I batted my lashes at him, tugging on his shirt.
"I want to fuck you right here and right now against this table." His hands went to either side of me, and he grabbed the table I leaned against. It was mostly clean. But we were in a motorcycle shop. Mostly clean meant there was still grease everywhere. I might ruin another outfit, but it'd be worth it to fuck him again.
I glanced over at the door. "Expecting any customers?"
One hand stroked my nipple through my shirt. "Not for a couple hours, but walk-ins are pretty normal. Want to chance it?" His hand went to my other breast.
I'd never been one to take chances. But then, I'd never had the opportunity. "Definitely." Feeling brave, I pressed my hand against his cock. "Lead the way, Rush."
He growled again before his lips found mine. This time there was only need and passion. I did my best to keep up with him, lifting his shirt and running my hands along his sides and back. Rush ran his fingers along my thighs until he found my underwear. He pushed them aside and went for my core, massaging my clit.
An immediate shot of pleasure shot through me, and I whimpered.
"Are you sore today?" he asked against my mouth.
"No," I lied. It wasn't bad. Besides with him massaging my clit, I felt nothing except desire.
"Hang on." Suddenly he rushed toward the front of the shop. At the door, he turned the OPEN sign to CLOSED and then locked it. "I'm taking your ass upstairs so we can do this right."
. "Okay."
He swooped me up into his arms. The man liked to feed me and carry me. I tilted my head so that I could watch the seriousness of his features. When we reached the loft door, he turned the handle and kicked it open. Then took me straight to his bed.
"I want your mouth on me," I said as he lay me down.
He traced my lips with a thumb, which I trapped between my teeth. As our hungry gazes locked, I sucked at his digit.
