Page 21 of Dirty Little Secret

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Holly

Ilove mornings

Especially ones like this, where I wake up and find a text from Andrew waiting for me.

Andrew: Want to come to work with me?

It’s not quite what the kinky, dirty words I’ve become accustomed to, but I’ll take any chance I get to spend more time with him.

Me: Sure.

Andrew: I’ll pick you up at nine.

Right on time, his car rolls to a stop just in front of me. I open the door and climb in, the aroma of coffee and donuts hitting me. Just when I thought he couldn’t be any more perfect the guy brings me coffee and donuts?

“Anyone would think you were trying to get into my pants,” I tease, picking up my coffee.

“I thought I did that yesterday.” He winks at me and my cheeks heat. “Did you sleep okay?” He turns to me, the sinfully sexy smirk on his lips making it difficult for me to concentrate.

I nod. “I was exhausted for some reason.”

He chuckles and turns down a street, before pulling to a stop outside what looks like a car workshop. I’m embarrassed to admit I didn’t even know what he does for a living.

We get out and head to the side roller door. He unlocks it and motions for me to go in.

“Ladies first.”

“Wanna know a secret?” I ask.

“Sure.”

“I love the smell of garages,” I grin.

He lets out a laugh and rests his hand on the curve of my back, his touch sending shockwaves through my body.

“Not as kinky as I was hoping for, but I can work with it. Come over here.” He leads me to an old car that’s sitting in the middle of the shop, hood up and ready for his attention. He points to something. “Pull that out.”

Scrunching my nose up, I put a finger in the plastic circle and pull out the long, thin piece of metal. The flimsy material bends and he grabs a rag and brings it to the middle of the thing before bringing it up close. Dark, thick liquid on the end of it comes right to the line on the metal.

“That’s your oil level. Something you should be checking once a month.” His eyebrows furrow. “And it definitely shouldn’t be gritty like that.” He rubs the substance between his fingers. I reach over to touch it, suddenly feeling very aroused. I press myself against him then I reach down, my hand brushing over his erection.

“Grease can be very kinky, you know,” I tease.

His brows lower over his eyes as he studies me.

“Is that so?” he grunts.

“It’s all in the way you use it...”

I reach up and smudge my finger across his cheek, leaving behind a faint smudge of oil that glistens against the light. Pressing my body against his, I brush my lips over his, my core humming to life. He fists my hair, deepening the kiss, then he pulls back, eyeing me like he wants to throw me on the floor and fuck me.

God, do I want him to.

Without warning, he grabs me and pulls me close. The delicious soreness of my body leaves me more excited as he growls at me. The predatory sound sends my heart into overdrive. I gasp, feeling faint as he inhales me.

“Good. I’m going to ruin you, Holly,” he rasps. “I want to steal every bit of your innocence and break you until you beg me to stop. And even then, I won’t.”

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