Miss Mechanic

“Um…Is now where I tell you there’s a condom in my pocket?”

He froze. “Yes, but I wasn’t expecting that.”

I smacked my lips together. “There’s a condom in my front left pocket.”

“You were expecting this, weren’t you?”

“No?” I offered the answer with a sweet smile.

Dex stared at me. He didn’t say anything as he kissed me again. His fingers were inside my pocket in a second, and I felt him dig for the condom.

“Are you sure?” he murmured against my lips.

“No, I put the condom there to change my mind.”

“You’re hot when you’re sassy.”

“You’re annoying when you don’t get the hell on with it.”

He groaned and unbuttoned his jeans. I watched as he hooked his thumbs under both his jeans and boxers waistband and pushed them down. They only went

to his knees, but they only needed to go that far.

He wrapped his hand around his long, hard cock. His eyes were on mine the whole time—all the seconds I wasn’t looking at his cock, that was.

I peered up. He was smirking, and I couldn’t even be mad. I felt no shame in the fact I was staring at him holding his cock.

If I felt shame for that, I had to feel it that I had my skirt up over my hips and hadn’t tried to pull it down.

Dex ripped open the condom packet and pulled it out. I watched as he rolled it on and turned his attention back to me.

My lips were dry.

Apprehension tightened my muscles. It wasn’t too late to back out, but was that really what I wanted to do?

No.

His eyes bore into mine as he closed the distance between us and picked me up once again. One of my arms wrapped around his neck, and my lips found his as I stretched between us and guided his cock toward my wet pussy.

He lowered my hips slowly until he was inside me and I was gasping into his mouth. He groaned, gripping my ass tighter as he began to slowly thrust back and forth.

I grasped at his shoulders as he picked up the pace. Our kisses became a mixture of moans and gasps and tongue, and my skin became slick as pleasure snaked its way through my body.

My muscles tensed. My heart pounded. My adrenaline ran through me until I felt hotter than I’d ever been.

Dex’s fingers probed my ass cheeks, and he held me against the side of the toolbox so firmly that my skin stuck to the metal.

I didn’t care.

I wanted to go over the edge.

I wanted him to take me there.

I moaned against his lips, and he smiled, right before he grazed his teeth over my lower lip and kissed me hard.

He fucked me just as deep as he kissed me.

Hot and sweaty and crazy, we moved together in sync as my muscles clenched around him. My orgasm shot through me, and I cried out through the shiver that wracked my body.

I pressed my face against his shoulder. He kept moving until he groaned and stilled, holding my hips right against his. His breath was hot across my skin as we both took deep breaths to calm down.

“Good thing this box doesn’t have wheels,” Dex murmured against my skin.

I laughed as he gently pulled out of me and eased my legs down until my toes touched the garage floor. My legs were shaky, but being back against the toolbox helped me stay steady.

“There goes the friendship thing.” Dex laughed to himself as he rolled off the condom.

“You’re the one who put that off the table,” I reminded him, shimmying my skirt down over my hips.

Ugh. Now it was gross there.

I pushed off the toolbox and on shaky legs, ran toward the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

I glanced over my shoulder at a smirking Dex. “Have you ever had cum drip down your leg?”

He opened his mouth then closed it again. “Nope. Can’t say I ever have.”

I shot him a pointed look and slammed the door behind me. I put the toilet seat down and sat down, pulling a bunch of tissue from the holder.

Then, I just sat there.

Sat and stared at the door.

I’d just had sex with Dex.

Jesus, it rhymed.

Why was that my first thought? That sex rhymed with Dex?

What was wrong with me?

Oh, God.

I’d just had sex with Dex.

Against a goddamn toolbox.

That was a new one…

Chapter Twenty-Two – Dex

I closed the drawer of the standing toolbox and leaned against it. I could hear Jamie laughing in reception with another woman, yet back here, I felt like I was burning up.

I rested my forehead against the cool metal of the box and let out a long sigh. I couldn’t believe I’d given into her games. I couldn’t believe I’d not been able to resist her. That I hadn’t been strong enough to keep myself to myself.

That I’d crossed the fucking line. Crossed it into fucking torture, because now I knew what it was like. What it was like to have her nails digging into my skin and feel the vibrating of her moans against my lips.