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  “What do you think the issue is?”

  Seemed she gave him a once-over as she moved closer. And he stared back at her legs that went on for miles.

  Focus.

  He had cameras all over the shop for surveillance. Inside. Outside. Even one focused right where they now stood.

  Nothing in the world could protect him from the likes of her. Damn, she was hot. But hot normally meant trouble. And he’d outgrown that years ago. He tried focusing past the need to bend her over the hood of his Mustang and sink inside her sweet ass. “Something to do with your fuel cap. I’ve seen it before. Loses the seal and all sorts of other issues crop up.”

  “I did get gas as soon as I left the house tonight.”

  He nodded and stepped around the vehicle, heading to the fuel door. Pulling it open, he took off the fuel cap, which was still factory.

  “Could I have just not closed it right?”

  He shook his head, holding up the cap at a different angle in the light. “Nope. Come here. The rubber is just worn down. See?” He turned it to her.

  She touched his arm to hold it steady.

  She might as well have goosed him with a live wire.

  “That looks jagged.” She looked up into his eyes, and her breath hitched a tiny bit in her chest.

  Fuck. Beautiful.

  Her touch was like lightning, and his cock jerked beneath his fly.

  Then she looked at his mouth and licked her lips.

  He cleared his throat, trying to convince himself not to lift her up and fuck her against the concrete pillar in the middle of the shop. Maybe he should let his friends fix him up. At least they knew what kind of sex he needed. “It happens. I’m sure I have another one. Won’t be factory, but it should get you by for a few more months until you get back to the dealership to get a factory replacement.” He snagged another one off the shelf behind him, put it in place and closed the tiny door. “Now go crank it again while I listen to your engine, and we’ll see if the light goes off.”

  Yes, he did watch her walk away.

  No, he didn’t think she had on panties.

  Fuck, he wanted to find out.

  Lifting the hood was the only reason he broke eye contact.

  She cranked the engine, and it turned over immediately.

  Everything looked fine to him. Sounded fine, too.

  “The light’s still on. No, wait…it went off. Oh my gosh, it went off. You’re a genius!”

  He grinned, unable to help himself. “Does your oil need to be changed, too? Or are you good?” He closed her hood and moved to the side to stare at her.

  She killed the engine and stepped out of the vehicle.

  The silence of the shop expanded all around them. The air turned intimate, charged as she moved closer.

  Unable for another second to keep from touching her, he held out his hand. “I don’t think I ever caught your name. It is?” He waited for her to move closer. Feeling like the big bad wolf staring down little red riding hood made his cock kick behind his dirty jeans. The nibble she gave her bottom lip made him want to growl.

  Her slim fingers slid against his palm, and then he pumped her hand slowly.

  Just as slowly as he’d want her to pump his shaft.

  Just.

  As.

  Slowly.

  “Kellee,” she breathed out. “My name is Kellee.”

  She never dropped her gaze even though nervousness rolled off of her. For some reason that really did it for him. It was a challenge. And he wanted to see exactly what he’d have to do to get her eyelids down as she screamed in pleasure.

  “And you are?” she questioned, with a tiny lick of her bottom lip.

  “First name is Falco, but my friends call me Eagle.” He waited for some kind of flirty laugh or joke about his name. He’d heard them all. Including the jokes about his business name. Eagle Oil and Lube.

  Lube.

  Yeah.

  He’d heard them all.

  Instead, she glanced between them where he smoothed the pad of his thumb across the back of her hand. They just stood there, both unwilling to break the delicious connection between them. “So, what should I call you?” she asked.

  Falco had no commitments. No relationship to speak of. She had no ring on her finger either. He’d looked. And he was horny. Not just horny, but horny for this girl. So he decided to see how far she wanted to take it. “Sir. You can call me, Sir.”

  She didn’t yank back her hand and storm out.

  Nor did she threaten him with sexual harassment.

  Nothing like that.

  What did she do?

  She grinned, her lips lifting on the corners as she nibbled her bottom lip again.

  Fuck. Better than a wet dream.

  “So…Sir…what kind of barter can we work out for the part and labor? It seems I’ve left my money at home.”

  No clue if she really had or not. Didn’t matter. He wanted to play. He pulled her a half step closer, using his size to his advantage. Never letting go of her hand, he tipped her up chin with the side of his knuckle. “I’m quite certain we can come to some kind of arrangement.” Yes, he did stress the four-letter word in his statement. Then he let his lips do more talking but of a very different nature. Her hand still in his grasp, he wrapped around her back, using it as leverage to pull her tight into his body. His other hand dug into her hair, lifting her up to her tip toes as he kissed her.

  Not just a simple meeting of lips.

  No.

  He dove in, nipped at her bottom lip until she gasped, and then got a true taste of her sweet mouth.

  Angling her head to the side, he licked past her teeth, and she moaned. Her relaxing against him and the slide of her tongue against his jacked his need to take her even higher. After one more taste, he pulled back. “I have cameras all around the shop. They watch everything. Including the spot we’re standing in right now. You need to know we’ll be recorded if we go any further.” He couldn’t continue without telling her the truth, but he held his breath until she spoke.

  “And you should know I have condoms in my purse. You need to know you’ll be wearing one when you’re ready to take me.” And then she smiled.

  His eyes. She’d just thought they looked wicked before.

  And his mouth?

  Damn, his mouth.

  Strong, capable, seductive.

  Not to mention the strong grip he had on her hair and the way he drew her into his body.

  Her pussy had been wet from the moment he walked around the corner with his short-cropped hair showing a little bit of grey on the sides.

  Now?

  Now moisture slid along her pussy lips due to his dominant hold. The way he touched her. The way he looked at her.

  He pushed all the right buttons, and she wanted to feel more of him. With her hands on his waist to steady her, she brushed against him. Her nipples peaked beneath her little shirt, but she wanted to feel all of him.

  She’d been on her way to The Library. Not a place where people borrowed books. Oh no. A place where members only could go to live out their sexual fantasies. She’d been planning on watching a scene between a married couple in hopes of joining in. Playing with David and Angel was awesome, especially after she’d been an accidental voyeur to a private scene at their house a couple months prior.

  They hadn’t meant to share the scene, she hadn’t meant to see it, but it had happened none the less. Watching them that day with her hands in her panties, she came so hard.

  But tonight, she wanted something different.

  Then they’d hinted about introducing her to someone. She’d pass.

  But who knew she wanted to get down and dirty with a grease monkey at an oil change place?

  The kinky gods apparently knew.

  She moaned as Falco tightened his fist in her hair and devoured her mouth again.

  And she was more than happy to show her thanks for his help in a very fitting way.

  A shiver raced up he
r spine as he bit her lip and licked away the sting. His fist loosened in her hair, and his rough fingertips skated across the bare skin of her thigh beneath her skirt.

  “You’re gorgeous. Seems a shame to get your outfit dirty.”

  Staring at him, she told the truth. “Dirty is sexy on you. Very sexy,” she whispered the last two words as she looked up into his piercing blue eyes.

  “I’d have to scrub my hands for twenty minutes to get them clean enough to slide into that sweet pussy of yours. Walking away is not something I’m able to do at the moment. So I’m gonna need your help.”

  She swallowed, her mouth had suddenly gone dry. “What kind of help?”

  “Are you wet, Kellee?” he said, answering her question with another question.

  Hesitation only lasted for a second. “Yes. I’m sure I shouldn’t be. I’m damn sure I shouldn’t tell you I am, but I am. So wet.” She’d messaged her friends when she stopped in case they had to come rescue her from a broken-down car.

  But she wanted the thrill of a no-strings one-night stand. Why not?

  “How would I know if you’re wet?”

  Nibbling her bottom lip, she reached beneath her skirt and gathered pussy juice on two of her fingers. Holding up her slick fingers, she waited.

  “What a dirty girl? No panties beneath that schoolgirl skirt?”

  “Nope.”

  “Good girl.” He grabbed her wrist and sucked her fingers clean.

  His dirty hands latched onto her wrist totally did it for her. “Mmm,” slipped out as more moisture coated the lips of her sex.

  “Fuck it.”

  She eeped as he reached between her legs, hooked her knees over his forearms and lifted her up as if she weighed nothing.

  Holding the back of his head, she was pressed against the side of a concrete pillar in the middle of the garage with her thighs over his shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he licked her straight up the middle. “Oh God. Your tongue…” She shivered. “Delicious.”

  “Yes, you are,” he breathed against the flesh of her pussy. His tongue slid beside her clit and then circled the tiny bundle of nerves. The muscles in her slit shivered as he lapped at her wetness. “Pull at the top of your pussy. I’m gonna suck your clit into my mouth, and I’m not stopping until you come all over my face.”

  A whimper slipped free at his words. With one hand still on the back of his head, she pushed aside the skirt and tugged at the top of her mound.

  His gaze met hers as he latched onto her clit.

  A breath hitched in her chest.

  The tip of his tongue flicked her quivering clit again and again.

  “I’m gonna come,” she said the words almost more for her own benefit. The color of his eyes changed. They grew darker, more intense, as the pressure on her hips intensified where he held her up.

  Something caught her eye on the ceiling as the orgasm shimmied down her spine.

  A camera.

  A surveillance camera.

  Pointed right at them.

  “Fuuccckkkkk…” she breathed as she came. Being manhandled, videoed, dirtied. Every one of her buttons. Delicious. The muscles in her sex spasmed, and her legs tightened as she groaned. Her hips jolted each time his tongue swiped her sensitive nubbin.

  “Hold on,” he grunted against her wet flesh. Whipping her down, he helped her stand beside the post.

  Unable to help herself, she stood on her tiptoes to lick her slick juices from his lips.

  “Jesus. I need your mouth on me.” He undid his belt, button, and slid down his zipper on his grease-stained jeans.

  Her gaze stayed glued to him the whole time. He backed her up until her ass touched the concrete post. Planting his palms on the edges of the post behind her, he caged her in.

  She shoved down his pants, and his dick popped free. Thick. The perfect length to gag on. “Can I have a taste, Sir?”

  “You’re gonna get more than a taste, little girl.”

  Sinking to her knees on the hard concrete, she wrapped her fist around his cock, and he groaned. The end wept with a tiny drop of pre-cum at the tip. Lapping it up did nothing but whet her appetite for more as her pussy contracted again from her orgasm mere seconds after he put his mouth on her.

  Squeezing his shaft from root to tip, she watched his balls pull up tight to his body. “You’re so hard.” She swiped her thumb beneath the sensitive head of his cock and then licked the tip again. A sigh slipped out and hummed against his flesh as she sucked him in deep, bobbing up and down on his thick pole.

  “Fuck. Me.”

  Digging her nails into his hip where she held on kept her steady as she sucked him deep. Popping his cock out of her mouth, she pressed his stiff length to his belly and stared up at him. Licking his balls turned her on to the point she was going to drip onto his concrete. One at a time, she gently sucked his balls into her mouth, and his jaw clenched over and over again.

  He widened his stance a second before he grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand and grabbed the base of his shaft with the other. “Both hands on my hips. Keep them there.” As soon as she complied, he ordered, “Stick out your tongue, little girl.”

  As soon as her tongue was out, he thwacked his cock against it. A moan slipped past her vocal cords as he fed his cock into her mouth one delicious inch at a time.

  “Keep that tongue out. I want in your throat before I fuck your juicy pussy. I can smell how wet you are. Can taste you still. So hot.”

  She licked his shaft, and her mouth watered at the musky taste of him as he pushed in deep. He withdrew and pushed in again. Retreated and pressed in farther.

  Controlled.

  That’s what he was as she spun out of control.

  Risking some kind of punishment, she released his hip on one side and brushed the tips of her fingers across his tight sack.

  A growl broke free as he exhaled, then he sucked in a deep breath as he pushed all the way into her throat.

  She couldn’t breathe as he face-fucked her. Couldn’t move, couldn’t focus on anything but him.

  The sensation was perfect.

  One more time he retreated and pushed in deep. He held her in place until she lost count, and she yanked her head away to suck in oxygen.

  “So fucking hot,” he growled and yanked her off his cock and to her feet.

  She almost lost her balance, but he picked her up and moved her to the hood of a gorgeous Mustang. Setting her on her feet again, he swiveled her around and shoved her top half down onto the hood as he flipped up her skirt.

  “Hold your tiny ass cheeks open. I want to see the holes I’m about to fuck.”

  Her abdomen clenched on his words, and she held her cheeks open wide.

  “Fuck, that’s a very wet pussy you have there, Kellee. Liked choking on my cock, did you?”

  “Loved it,” she mumbled as he pushed his cock along the wetness of her slit. Too quickly, he was gone. “Loved it so much. Oh God…” she gasped as he tongued the tight rosette of her ass.

  “Your taste. So hot.”

  The crinkle of a condom wrapper barely registered in her mind as he pushed his tongue into her back entrance. “I’m gonna come again. I’m so close.”

  “Not until I get inside. Then you can come. Again and again.” He stood and in the next breath his cock pushed against the entrance to her sex. “I love seeing your little asshole clench as I push inside. As your pussy sucks me in. So hot.”

  “So hot,” they said at the same time.

  “Put one of your hands between your legs. Gather up some of that wetness on the tips of your fingers.”

  At the top of her thighs, she ran her fingertips along her clit and up around where he filled her sex. “So wet,” she whispered as she focused on her clit again, more than ready to come.

  Before she could get there, he reached between the car and her, grabbing her wrist and pulling it behind her.

  “But I thought you said I could—”

  “Get up on you
r other elbow so you can twist your upper body towards me a bit.” He helped her up and then grabbed her wrist again. “Which fingers did you get wet, little girl?” He pumped in and out of her. Shallow, deep, quick, slow. She couldn’t anticipate his rhythm which pushed her closer and closer to release.

  Kellee bit her lip and held up the two she’d coated in her slick pussy juice.

  “Good. Now…” Looking down, Falco spit and it landed in the crack of her ass.

  Her mouth fell open with the sheer filth of the gesture.

  “Spread my spit all over your ass. Yeah. Just like that. Dip one of your fingers into your tight hole. A tiny bit, and out, and back in again. More. More.”

  Delicious pleasure shivered over Kellee’s entire body as Falco grabbed onto her hand and pushed her finger farther into her ass.

  He pulled her finger free and licked the two digits she’d originally gotten wet, getting them even slicker. Then they lined them back up to her ass again and pushed them both in, stretching her tight hole as he fucked her pussy.

  So.

  Fucking.

  Dirty.

  “I need to come, Sir. Please, please, I need to come so bad.”

  “Don’t stop fucking that little asshole for me. In and out, scissor your tiny fingers so it burns just a bit.”

  Kellee did what he told her to. So close to coming, but she just couldn’t get there without something on her clit.

  Then he pulled free.

  She almost screamed.

  Why would he stop then?

  Why would he quit right when she was so—

  An orgasm nearly bowled her over as Falco knelt behind her and sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue pushed her over the edge as she fucked her ass for him, and he flicked her clit again and again. “Sir!” she screamed in pleasure when he pushed back into her spasming pussy and grabbed her wrist to shove her fingers farther into her clenching ass.

  “Come. Come for me. With me.” He latched onto her shoulders and fucked into her so deep she saw stars.

  The pleasure became so complete she had no idea where she ended and he began.

  Sensation rolled into another wave as he buried himself balls-deep in her pussy, trapping her fingers still in her ass.

  The pain and exquisite pleasure rolled into one as he twitched against her.