Page 53 of Her Paramedic
“You as well,” Slate responded. He closed the door and returned to the living room.
“What’s that, baby?” Talia asked as he retook his seat and put the package on the table.
“It’s a part I was waiting on for the car I’m working on.”
“When will you put it on?”
“Tomorrow evening,” he replied.
He didn’t want to work on it while she was there and take away from the time they were spending together. He’d seen her last weekend when he and Killian had surprised her and Journee. This weekend would be the last where his days were consecutive for a while.
“You can work on it today if you want,” Talia responded, and he was not surprised she could read him like a book. “I wouldn’t mind watching you work on it.”
“If you’re sure, baby.”
“I am.”
“We can finish the season first.” They only had two episodes left, and the part he needed to put on wouldn’t take that long. Getting up, Slate went into his garage and turned on the split unit to cool it down before they entered. When he returned to the living room, Talia moved back to his side as he wrapped an arm around her.
Once they finished the last episode, Slate grabbed a dining room chair and carried it to the garage for Talia. She settled into it as he opened the package. He grabbed the tools he’d need, put on his gloves, pulled the rolling workstation closer to the car, and popped the hood.
He first removed the original piece. When he’d first started working on the car, he thought it would be salvageable, butlearned fairly quickly that it was not. Slate put the piece into a bin with others that no longer worked, and he would dispose of them when the entire car was finished.
“You want some help, babe?” Talia asked.
“What was it you told me all those months ago?” Slate inquired. “Help, no. Eye candy, yes,” he smirked, and she laughed. “Which you’re executing perfectly.” He winked at her.
“Glad I could be of assistance,” she replied with a coy smile.
Slate removed two more parts, which were beside the other one that also needed to be replaced. He’d gotten them in last week but had been waiting on the current one to change them all at the same time. As he worked, Talia asked him to explain to her what he was doing. He did, though they both knew she likely wouldn’t remember.
He could feel the moment her eyes shifted from what he was doing to the car solely to him as he started installing the last part, but he continued giving her a walkthrough of his actions. Talia shifted in her seat, and he was sure he knew what she wanted.
“You’re staring, baby. What are you thinking about?” he asked, looking over at her.
She licked her lips, then desire filled eyes met his, proving what he already knew. He could tell she was debating whether to tell him when her eyes shifted back to what he was doing. Slate assumed she was trying to gauge how much longer he needed to finish, not wanting to pull him away from it when she said she didn’t mind him working on it. He didn’t mind. He set the tool he was using aside, and that must have been enough to get her to tell him.
“I’m thinking about you bending me over and fucking me over the hood of that car while you grip my hips. Or you laying me on the hood with your hand around my throat as you give me deep strokes.”
Slate chuckled as he closed the hood of the car, removed his gloves, tossed them onto the rolling workstation, and pushed it aside. His dick hardened at her words, at the look in her eyes, and he beckoned her over. If that was what she wanted, he had no issue giving it to her.
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Talia sat watching him work as he narrated what he was doing for her, even though she had no idea what he was talking about, and wouldn’t remember more than a few words of it. She always enjoyed listening to him talk about his passion for cars, and getting to watch him work on one while he explained it, did something to her. She knew she must have been ovulating because there was no way watching him work on a hunk of metal should have been turning her on the way it was.
Talia was oblivious to what part he was working on, even though she knew he’d told her. She was more focused on the timbre of his voice. The way it seemed to fill the room, how deftly his fingers moved and the confidence with which he moved around the car. He could tell her the vehicle would fly when he was done with it, and she would believe him.
This was not what she expected when she suggested he work on his car and her watch. She hadn’t thought something so simple would get this reaction out of her, but she supposed she should have. Her man was attractive in everything he did, and his working with his hands, doing something that most would consider distinctly masculine, added to that.
She shifted in her seat as her mind conjured images. She thought about him fucking her on the hood of the car. Bending her over it as he gripped her hips and thrust into her. Or himlaying her on the hood with his hand around her throat as he gave her deep strokes. Those images had her pussy leaking, wanting exactly that, and she shifted in her seat again.
“You’re staring, baby.” Slate’s words broke her out of her trance. “What are you thinking about?” he asked.
Talia licked her lips, and her eyes met his. She was sure he could see exactly what she wanted, but she wasn’t sure she should tell him. He would drop what he was doing to give it to her, but she’d told him she didn’t mind him working on the car, and the last thing she wanted to do was pull him away from it. Her eyes shifted from his to what he was working on to see how much more work he had to do, not that she could tell because she had no idea what she was looking at. When Slate set the tool in his hand aside, she took that as her cue.
“I’m thinking about you bending me over and fucking me over the hood of that car while you grip my hips. Or you laying me on the hood with your hand around my throat as you give me deep strokes.”
Her boyfriend chuckled as the look that so often did when he was about to give her exactly what she asked for and then some, settled in his eyes. He closed the car’s hood, took off his gloves, and tossed them on top of the cart before pushing it away. Slate gestured her over, and she bit her bottom lip as she stood and approached him.
