Page 19 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

Tonight will be different.

I won’t slide my fingers into her.

I’ll spend my time exploring her curves, tasting the salty sweat of her soft skin as she lays sleeping next to me.

I let my fingers close around her nipple and rest my chin on her shoulder as I begin to twist it lightly.

It becomes a hard nub between my fingers and as I give it the softest tug I can, I find my eyes wandering back toward my bedroom window.

There’s no way in hell she can’t see me. But why hasn’t she stopped me if she can?

Monroe shifts slightly in front of me, causing me to freeze almost instantly. My body becomes rigid as she takes in a thick breath, then lets it out in a sigh before her body resumes its steady, deep breathing.

Taking in the cherry blossom scent of the shampoo she’s so fond of using, I resume my little tease of forbidden treat resting in front of me.

The crush I developed as a young child has turned into an obsession and I refuse to let the holy rollers have her if I can help it.

You belong to me.

Chapter

Five

Iroll my shoulders as I set the lug nut wrench down.

Today was way more stressful than it should have been and that’s only because I’m not used to working on fancy cars.

Luckily for me, it’s just a new set of tires for Tanner Keller‘s sleek, black Porsche Boxster.

Again.

Working on his car this morning sucked partially because he didn’t think I could do anything else, but mostly because it would be another chance to tease me mercilessly about my profession.

I roll my eyes when I hear his laughter float back into the garage, then stand up and wipe the sweat from my brow with my forearm.

Reaching into the front seat, I grab his keys, notate the work I did on the proper forms, then make my way toward the office.

“River Dawson,” he greets me with a grin on his face. I do my best to avoid his gaze as I hand the paperwork to Gus, then wait for him to look everything over. “Pretty cool grime,” Tanner continues conversationally.

“What?” I ask, finally giving him the attention he’s obviously dying for.

He nods at my forehead, and I turn quickly to glance in the mirror behind Gus, then shrug.

“How else will you know I worked on your pussy wagon?” I quip with a smirk as I put my hands on my hips.

He chuckles as he shakes his head then signs where Gus asks him to.

I use the moment of his distraction to walk out of the office and back into the break room.

Sitting down at the table, I glance up at the clock above the fridge, then lean back in my chair.

Twenty more minutes, then I can get out of here, I think happily as I stretch my legs out in front of myself.

“Pussy wagon?”

I tilt the chair and lean my head back, grinning at Gus upside down.

“Why else do you think he had his daddy buy him that?” I ask.

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