Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Then his mouth crashes into mine, and holy moly, this isn’t just a kiss. It’s an invasion. His tongue slips past my lips like he’s staking a claim, and I melt into him. My hands claw at his back, desperate to pull him closer, to feel every inch of him. His tongue is relentless, twisting with mine in a rhythm that’s dirty and demanding, like he’s trying to fuck me with just his mouth.
I moan into him, and he growls back, the sound vibrating deep in his chest and straight down to my core. His hands are everywhere. One tangles in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me whimper, while the other slides down to grip my ass. He squeezes hard, pulling me into him, and I can feel the thick, hard outline of his cock pressing against my thigh, begging for attention.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to trail his lips down my neck, sucking and biting like he’s trying to leave marks, like he wants everyone to know who I belong to. His teeth scrape my skin, and I pant his name as my knees go weak. My body throbs with every touch. “God,” I gasp, and he smirks against my skin, his breath hot and teasing.
“I love you, too,” he growls, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down my spine. His hand slides under my shirt, calloused fingers skimming my ribs, and I arch into him, desperate for more. He’s not gentle, and I don’t want him to be. I want him to wreck me, to devour me whole.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and hungry, and I feel like prey caught in his crosshairs. “I fell in love with you the second you introduced me to your car,” he says, his voice dripping with heat, and I laugh, but it’s breathless, shaky, because he’s already kissing me again, deeper, harder, like he’s trying to drain every thought from my head until all I can think about is him.
And fuck, it’s working.
When we go inside, he bends me over the kitchen island and makes good on every promise.
I fall asleep that night with his hand on my hip and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, the other shoe isn’t ever going to drop.
Not if I don’t let it.
CHAPTER 10
SETH
I walk through the shop early Friday morning, checking things out. It’s payroll day, which used to mean I’d spend most of the morning in the office, wading through a swamp of invoices and timecards.
But that isn’t the case anymore. My little Sassy Pants has taken over the office. Frankie’s been running the business side of Prestige Motors for a couple of weeks now, and for the first time since I took over this place, I don’t dread opening my inbox. I don’t have to chase down the insurance guy or call six different parts suppliers to find out who’s bullshitting me the least.
I should be suspicious. I should be terrified by how much I already rely on her. Instead, I’m just… happy. It’s a weird feeling.
Last week, we sent Sparkie off to the junkyard in the sky since fixing her was going to cost more than she was worth. Frankie refused to even consider letting me buy her a new car, so I bought myself a brand-new Mercedes SUV. Luckily, it only took me a few days and several orgasms to convince her to “borrow” my new SUV when she needs a vehicle.
The lift lights are on in the main bay, and I hear Tyler’s voice even before I see his legs sticking out from under the Bentley that’s been giving him hell all week.
“Morning, boss!” he shouts, banging his forehead on the chassis as he sits up.
“Morning, sunshine,” I shoot back, grabbing a rag to wipe the condensation off the snap-on toolbox. “How’s the British mistress today?”
He groans. “Every time I fix one leak, three more appear. It’s like the world’s most expensive game of Whack-a-Mole.”
“That’s why we charge them double,” I say, and he laughs, which means he’s already forgotten about the bruise he’ll be sporting on his temple.
In the next bay over, Jim O’Connor is hunched over the open guts of a transmission. He glances up as I pass, eyes like a bear coming out of hibernation. “You look like shit, Seth.”
“I’ve never felt better, Big Jim.”
He grins, rolling his eyes. “All these sleepless nights are going to catch up with you one day.” Maybe so, but not anytime soon.
I’ll forfeit a little sleep to spend more time with my girl. My mind flashes back to what kept me up last night. Frankie, riding me like she wanted to snap my spine, then lying beside me in the dark, talking about everything and nothing until I lost track of who I even was before her. “Someday, but not today,” I mutter.