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She laughs. “I booked the room for them. Stella’s been coddling me since our secret came out. I couldn’t handle it anylonger.”
“Whatsecret?”
She leans forward. “Youknow.”
“Which one? I believe we have afew.”
She narrows her eyes my way. “You know exactly which one I’m referringto.”
“The one where we’re having twins?” I give her a shit-eating grin. “Or the one where I’ve been eating yourpussy?”
She blushes. “You’ve been doing that? I think I’m in need of areminder.”
I smirk. “Oh, I see what’s going on here. You thought you could come here and butter me up with PB and Js to getlaid?”
She shrugs. “Just alittle.”
I point to my chest. “You do know I’m sweaty asfuck?”
“Let me make you even sweatier,” she whispers with awink.
I surge to my feet. “You don’t have to ask metwice.”
Willow slips off her seat and speed-walks to the garage. Her mouth crushes to mine as soon as I lock the shop door behind us. Adrenaline speeds through my blood as she demands more of me, pressing her tongue into my mouth. I’ll never be disappointed to come to work again. This memory will hit me every time I walkin.
I grunt when I’m pushed back against the wall, and she kisses me harder, owning me, as our tongues slide together. She consumes me. The need of wanting her takes over every thought in my mind. I seethe at the loss of our connection when she runs her lips over the line of myjaw.
She’s running theshow.
She needsthis.
And I’m a willing participant—anytime, any-fucking-where, anyway.
My hands trail down her body to cup her perfect ass and lift her off the floor. I spin us around, so I have her against the wall now. She wastes no time in grinding against my cock. I do the same against herpussy.
“God,” she whispers. “Please fuck me. I needit.”
“Where do you want it?” I gritout.
She jerks her chin toward the parked car on the other side of the garage. “There.”
We don’t usually work on cars here, but I’m doing it as a favor for abuddy.
He’s the one doing the fucking favornow.
“You want me to fuck you on that car,baby?”
Her breathing is labored, and she has to speak between breaths. “Yes”—inhale—“right”—exhale—“there.”
“You want it hard orsoft?”
“Hard. Really hard,” she says against mymouth.
Heat radiates through my chest when her teeth graze my tongue, and she bitesit.
Oh, yeah. She wants it hard. Rough.Dirty.
We fumble around until we’re both naked, and I race across the garage and lower her bare ass on the ’67Chevelle.
