“Fine. But we’ll grab enough clothes for a week from my place, and then go to your place to shower. I’ll move in with you for the week. Help with some of that packing while you’re at work. Let me look after you while you’re on call because there will be days when I’m not around to do it. We’ll eat dinner late, I’ll pack you lunches.”

“That’s going to take more than an hour.”

Ben pulled out his phone. “Fine.” He typed furiously.

“What are you doing?”

“I just told Jase we’re going to be half an hour late. That way, these dirty hands can play with you for a little bit longer.”

Chaya glanced down at his erection. “Or a lot?”

Ben laughed. “Yeah. Fine. A lot.” He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her soundly, his lips and tongue making her insides tingle as she felt him start to harden against her. “Want to make good on that Beetle promise? I mean, you are wearing a dress.”

“I’ll get dirty.”

“I’ll do laundry.”

“I’ll need a shower.”

“We’ll go fast so we can squeeze that in. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about fucking you over the bonnet all day. I’ll last two minutes. I better use my mouth on you to make sure you get off. In fact. Go hide. You wanted to be chased, this place is pretty big. The office is that way, an unused tool space over to the left.”

“You want me to hide?”

Ben pulled her close and nuzzled the side of her neck, for a moment. “I do.” He released her and turned to face the bench. “Ten, nine, eight…”

She stood there for the first three seconds, then ran around the ramps and Alex’s car, toward the tooling area at the back. He could hear her footsteps, she was certain. Would likely know the direction she’d headed. There were some old, large metal drums, empty, given how she could move them.

Her heart raced, but she reminded herself it was Ben. The only man about to try and find her was the man she loved.

“Three,” he yelled. “Two, one. Coming, ready or not.”

The childhood phrase at the end made her grin. She heard his footsteps on the concrete floor.

“You know what I’m going to do when I find you?” he said loudly. She hoped no one passing by could hear. “I’m going to lift you onto the bonnet of your car and eat your pussy until you scream.”

Anxiety battled desire, his words taking her mind off being hunted, to being hunted by him.

“Did you hide in the office?” he said, his voice getting a little quieter as he moved away from her.

She popped her head above the metal drums, wondering if she had the time to reach somewhere better.

“The longer it takes me to find you, the harder I’m getting. Can’t wait to feel you come around my dick.”

She shouldn’t be surprised, but the words out of his mouth and the tension of him looking for her had her wound up tight. Her thighs were starting to ache in her crouched position.

Certain he could hear her breathe, she tried to exhale as quietly as she could, even as her breathing increased. Straining, she listened for his footsteps, hearing a muffled sound she couldn’t quite place.

“Boo.”

His voice to her left made her scream, even though she’d been expecting it. He tugged at her hand, pulled her over his shoulder, and slapped her arse as he carried her across the garage, placing her down on the cool steel of the Beetle’s bonnet.

Chaya pressed her palms and heels down so she didn’t slide off. “I can’t believe you still managed to scare me.”

“Is it utterly pervy that I enjoyed it, and now want a picture of you naked in this position?”

“Yes,” she cried.

Ben slid his greasy fingers along her thighs, hitching the hem of her dress higher. When he reached her underwear, he groaned. “White cotton. You’re killing me, Chay.”