Page 40 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

“Well, I guess we can forget the generator. At worst, we can always try smoke signals, right?”

Georgia held up her index finger. “Or we use that garden hose over there to siphon some gas from the snowmobiles. If they’re empty, we might have to use the car, but I’d like to avoid that for now.”

“Especially since I didn’t store it in the garage.” Like a noob, he had left the Jeep parked outside. If they wanted to access the gas tank, they would have to dig it out of deep snow first.

He scratched his head. “So how do we siphon? Don’t we need a pump?”

“Nah, I’ll show you.” Hopping into action, Georgia fetched the hose. Jumping up to the trailer that held the vehicle, she turned the key in the ignition long enough to get a reading of the gas gauge. “We’re in luck. It’s full.”

Shuffling back, she opened the tank and put one end of the hose inside, making sure it curled in deep. Then she hopped off the trailer and brought the other end to the generator.

“Now what?” he asked when the hose didn’t start spilling gas immediately.

She wrinkled her nose. “Not going to lie. I don’t love this part.”

Georgia lifted the hose, put the opening in her mouth, and gave it a hard suck.

Horrified, he reached to stop her. “No! Don’t dothat.”

Taking it out of her mouth, she shrugged. “It’s the easiest and possibly the only way.”

“No. What if you end up drinking gasoline?”

“I’m a mechanic,” she said with a laugh. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

That was the last thing he wanted to hear. “Oh,George. That’s terrible.”

“I’m kidding. I only got a mouthful once—the first time I tried it. I spit it out, then rinsed my mouth for like an hour.”

The idea of her doing something so dangerous and potentially damaging deeply disturbed him. He waved his hands between them. “If there’s no other way, I’ll do it. More than one mouthful of gas is liable to give you cancer. I don’t want you to have a repeat experience.”

Georgia’s amusement faded, and she stared at him for a moment.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Sometimes, you’re so sweet that I have a hard time believing you’re for real.” Then her lush mouth firmed. “At least let me do some. We can take turns.”

He didn’t like it, but she wouldn’t back down. Finally grunting his agreement, he took the hose and gave it a hard pull before handing it back to her, his thumb carefully plugging the opening so the gas wouldn’t drop back into the tank. “It’s like Russian roulette, but with a possible mouthful of gas.”

Her nose wrinkled adorably as she took the hose. “If that’s you admitting to having ever played that game, I will beat your ass here and now.”

A flash of heat coursed through him at her concern, but the words out of his mouth were a joke. “Kinky. I love it.”

She shot him a look promising violence. He held up a hand. “I’ve never gambled with my life—only my money. Lost a bundle in Vegas before I realized I’m a shit gambler with a terrible poker face. I had to work on it. Improving it did wonders for me in the boardroom.”

Relaxing, she giggled. She took her turn and handed it back. “I think we’re almost there. Don’t give it as hard a pull.”

“Again, very kinky, baby.”

Georgia’s cheeks reddened, but she pointed to the hose imperiously. Rainer managed to avoid getting a mouthful of gas thanks to his quick reflexes. He put the end into the generator’s tank with only a small splash spilled on the floor.

Rainer opened the side door to the garage. The snow packed on the other end was still waist-high, but it was simple enough to grab a fistful of snow to wash his mouth out.

“Did you touch some?” Georgia materialized by his side.

“No, I’m just washing away the idea of it. I may have mentioned before that I liked the smell of gasoline, but that was before I got a mouthful of fumes.”

“You’re sure you didn’t get any liquid on you?”

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