Page 92 of The Woman in the Garage

“How is the business doing? Are you in the red? In the black?”

“Hanging on by the skin of our teeth.”

“Right. And with all that traffic in and out of the place, you shouldn’t be just hanging on.”

I didn’t know enough about business to be so sure of that. But, I figured, the Grassi Familywouldknow, since they did have so many legitimate businesses.

“Are you planning on going back tomorrow?” he asked.

“Um, I hadn’t really given it much thought. Why?”

“I’m curious if my hunch is right. If every car that is coming in there is actually getting work done.”

“I think I have to figure that out. One way or another. Just to be sure.”

“I know you don’t usually babysit the mechanics, so maybe I can have Dante or Dom stick a hidden camera in before work opens up tomorrow.”

“Is that, like, legal?”

“Does it matter? I don’t care what they are saying, just what they’re doing.”

“True,” I agreed.

“We just need to know what is going down under that roof. I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know exactly what I am up against.”

My heart tightened at that, at how willing he was to step into the role of protector, how much he seemed to want to take care of me.

“Okay. So… a hidden camera.”

“And all the answers that will come with it,” Santo said. He placed his wineglass down, then reached for me. He watched me drain my glass, then took it and placed it next to his. “Now, on to more important things…”

His free hand went behind my neck, holding me as his lips lowered to mine. He was soft at first, but it wasn’t long before the kiss was warming, deepening, stirring up heat that spread through every inch of me.

It didn’t take long for hands to start drifting, sparking little fires that caught, spread, became an inferno.

My hands slipped between us, pushing his jacket off his shoulders, working the buttons free from his wrists, then up the center of his chest.

Santo’s hands roamed down my back, sank into my ass, and pulled me more firmly against him.

His cock strained, pressing against my stomach, making liquid heat pool in my core.

Santo’s hands shifted, sliding under my skirt, finding the waistband of my panties, and pulling them down.

I stepped out of the material.

Then he was turning me, pushing me against the island, then reaching down to grab me under the knees, and lifting up.

No one had ever even tried to lift me before. And there was a second of panic that he might not be able to.

But then I was up on the island, he was spreading my thighs, and lowering himself down between them.

There wasn’t even time to be excited that I’d been lifted up on the counter because his tongue was tracing up my cleft to circle my clit.

My hands slipped into his silky hair, holding him against me as he worked me with his mouth, driving me up, up, up.

But before I could feel the orgasm course through me, he was pulling against my hold.

“No,” I cried out, reaching for him.

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