Page 84 of Rebel Heart

He laughed and switched our hands on the controls. “This one goes forward and back. This one lowers or raises the bucket. Got it?” He demonstrated, and the arm of the machine pivoted around smoothly.

Seemed fairly straightforward.

But when he took his hands off mine, and I tried to do it myself, the bucket moved in jerks, hitting the ground but not scooping up the dirt like it had when he’d been at the controls.

Kian laughed. “Be gentle with my Petunia. Stroke her slow and easy. She doesn’t like being manhandled.”

“Petunia? That’s what you call her?”

“Pet for short.”

I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Ew.”

He just laughed. “Come on, dig some dirt.”

But no matter how hard I tried; I just could not get the hang of it. I suddenly had a newfound respect for Kian’s job. “This is harder than it looks.”

“It takes practice.” He moved the controls around a bit, making it seem way easier than it actually was. “But it gives you good depth perception. For example, if I stop it here…” He paused the arm of the machine. “I bet you that would be right on your head height.”

I squinted down. “No way. That’s so close to the ground. Not a chance I’m walking under that.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Want to bet? Go down there and test my mad skills.”

I snorted, getting up off his lap. “Your mad skills, huh?”

I climbed down the ladder and walked out to where the bucket hung in the air.

To my surprise, it was only a few inches above my head. Low enough for me to reach up and wrap my fingers around the prongs. “Okay, I eat my words. You were right. You have mad skills. And I’m super short. Damn. I really thought you were way off.”

He climbed down and sauntered over, cocky as shit.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t let one little compliment go to your head, Kian.”

He covered my hands on the bucket with his and leaned down, planting his lips on mine. “I’m not. But you are fucking hot standing there like that.”

I pressed my tits against his chest and kissed him back, turned on by both the display of competence as well as the fact he had me pinned.

He murmured something against my lips.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Can I fuck you right now?”

I blinked. “Seriously? Here? At your worksite?”

He tightened his grip on my hands, and his lips trailed down my neck, sucking and licking a path toward my collarbone. “Yeah, Little Demon.” He let my hands drop and stooped to pick up a loose tie-down from the dirt. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he made a loop and fit it around one of my wrists. In a second, a matching one was fit to my other arm, and then they were both raised above my head again. He hooked them over the prong, and the restraints tightened pleasurably against my skin.

“You kinky fuck.” I laughed at him.

He gave me his most innocent expression. “What? It’s not my fault I’ve been hard for you all night. Do you know how torturous it was watching you at that concert?”

I grinned. “How torturous?”

He leaned down and toyed with the hem of my cropped T-shirt. “Off the scale.”

“I got so horny I had Vaughn fuck me in the bathroom,” I admitted.

“I noticed. That didn’t help the situation any. Then I was just thinking about the two of you in there… His cock inside your sweet little pussy…” He lifted my shirt to expose my bra, and the shirt was tight enough that it clung, not rolling down. He flipped the cups of my bra down, exposing my nipples to the cold night air. My arms and back were still warm in my jacket, but Kian seemed very intent on getting me as naked as the position allowed.

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