Page 81 of The Woman in the Garage

“No, baby,” he said as I leaned forward into him, my face in his neck. “We’re not done yet.”

Sure enough, he was still rock-hard inside me. And before I could even fully come down from the orgasm, his hips were rocking up into me.

He somehow managed to take me from one orgasm toward another in a few short moments.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned in my ear as his hips moved faster and faster.

“Santo, I—” I broke off on a cry as another orgasm crashed through me.

Santo threw his weight, rolling me under him, and fucking me through the orgasm, leaving me gasping and then moaning as he fucked me harder and deeper, the headboard knocking against the wall.

It didn’t seem possible, but he sent another orgasm shooting through my body, my cries filling the room as Santo slammed deep and came with me.

“Definitely like you not needing to be quiet,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before rolling to the other side.

The bed rocked as he got up and moved into the bathroom.

By the time he came out—as gloriously naked as I was—I was sitting up and trying to look up at the wall. “I think we damaged the wall,” I told him, face scrunched up.

“Worth it,” he said, coming into the bed and reaching to pull me onto his chest. “You feeling alright? Probably should have been gentler with you.”

“No. That was exactly how I wanted it. I’m fine. I had a little headache earlier, so I took some acetaminophen. So I’m feeling pretty good.”

“Happy to hear that. You still a little dizzy?”

“I think that passed. It was probably from not eating. And the adrenaline.”

“Good. Lucky reminded me to offer to have our cousin Lettie come over and check you out if you want.”

“Is she a doctor?”

“Not technically. But she has a lot of training. She works as the family doctor. Even handled a gunshot wound or two.”

“Oh, wow. I mean… I’ll get checked out if you think I need to. But I really think I’m okay. What I really need is a cosmeticianto tell me what makeup to use to fix all of this,” I said, waving at my face.

“I’m sure we can look that up.”

“I don’t want the guys at the garage to see me like this.”

“I get that. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” But there was something in his tone that had my belly tightening.

“Why does it seem like you suspect it’s one of the guys at the shop? Have they been giving you a harder time than you’ve mentioned?”

“No. I mean, yes. But that’s not really it.”

“Dasha, you can talk to me,” he said, his hand drifting lazily up and down my bare arm. “As your paid protector, if that’s what you’re more comfortable with. Or as a man who cares about you and wants to help. Either way.”

“How about both?” I asked, sitting up, taking the bedsheet with me to cover myself.

Santo sat up against the headboard and reached to flick on the light. “I can be that. What’s going on?”

“I don’t even know where to start,” I admitted, reaching up to rake a hand through my hair.

“Easiest part first?”

“I’m not sure any of this is easy. But I will start with the less complicated part first. When I first got to the shop and started looking over the books and receipts, it was immediately clear that something wasn’t right.”

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