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Our gazes locked as I slowly rose to my feet. The small office became even smaller as we stood mere inches from each other. My dick was pulsing in my jeans, and I could see the rapid beat of her pulse fluttering in her neck. I reached up to brush the wisps of her hair that had escaped her ponytail back. She trembled at my touch, and I fought to maintain control over my needs.
“I want you, Kassandra Storm.”
“I know.” Her voice was thready with unleased emotion.
The ‘but’ hung heavily between us. Instead of pulling her against my body and kissing her the way I’d been wanting to, I leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her head. That was as close as I’d allow myself to go for right now, at least.
“Where do you want me, boss?” I asked her, stepping back.
She whimpered softly, and I almost gave in then and there. “You can go work on the Monte Carlo, so you don’t have to deal with Tony’s bullshit.”
“On it.” I turned to leave, but her next statement stopped me in my tracks.
“I’m not a block of ice.” Her voice was almost a whisper, and I knew his comment had cut her even if she didn't show it to the others.
I glanced at her over my shoulder. “I never thought you were.”
Chapter 4
Kas
The rest of the day, I was uncomfortably aroused. The line neither of us had acknowledged up until today was now in plain sight. Creed was unlike any guy I’d ever met before. He was hard working, caring, strong, and confident. He exuded power and control but didn’t demand it. It was just natural and alluring.
“Good night, Ariel.” I called out when Ariel took off with her backpack. She was doing good work organizing the orders and receipts, keeping up with the calendar, and making sure that we were on schedule. If she wanted, I would hire her on as the full-time office manager, but she was determined to finish her degree first.
Tony and Ace left at five on the dot, leaving the shop empty except for me, Creed, and Hemi. I was finishing up installing a new carburetor on the bug rod. We only had a bit more to do on this car before Ace took her into the painting booth to make her as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside. We rebuilt her structure and body, taking her top off and elongating her front end. This beautiful bug was bound to get looks from any passerby because she was absolutely stunning.
“What time you leaving tonight?” Creed asked while he was putting the tools up the other guys had left out.
“I want to finish this before I head home for the night. You can go ahead and take off. It shouldn’t be too much longer before I go.”
“You shouldn’t be here by yourself.”
I chuckled, “Hate to break it to you, Creed, but I’ve worked late here by myself since I opened the shop. Hemi and I got this if you got something better to be doing.”
“Better than watching you leaning over the engine, not at the moment.”
I sighed and gave the carburetor one more turn of the wrench before straightening up and grabbing the rag to wipe my hands. When I turned, Creed was right behind me.
“We shouldn’t do this. It could go very wrong for both of us.” My words said one thing, but every other fiber of my being was crying out for something else—for him.
“It definitely could, but you don’t strike me as the type of woman to run from something just because it’s hard.”
He was baiting me. The double entendres weren’t lost on me either. Creed basically threw down a gauntlet and dared me to pick it up.
“At work, I’m still your boss,” I said firmly, laying out my conditions.
Creed closed the gap between us and pulled me against his rock-hard body. His free hand tunneled into my hair, loosening the band that held it back.
“You may be the boss in the garage, baby, but when it comes to the bedroom, you are mine.”
Fuck. My whole body trembled with need when he captured my lips in a hot, hard kiss. He didn’t tease or play games—he took possession of me. It was without a doubt the hottest kiss I’d ever had in my life. This was the type of kiss you think only exists in movies and books.
I couldn’t stop the low whimper that escaped when he pulled me tighter against him, lifting me off my feet. My whimper of need spurred him into action. Creed turned and lifted me onto the now clean workbench.
His hands moved over my body, caressing, molding my flesh into his large palms. I groaned when he started to slide the zipper of my coveralls down, kissing my neck and my chest above my tank top.
It took us both by surprise when we heard a high pitched “Daddy” from across the room.
