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I pulled at his forearm but couldn’t get him to budge. In return, his thumb stroked my clit.

“Show me, how to make you come, Miss Priss.”

His other hand slid under me and wrapped around to grab my breast. “I’m gonna make you come with just my hands. You feel so good. Warm and slick. Just like the oil we changed, Stephie.  Now, tell me what you want.”

I wanted everything from him, but hell if I would admit it. My mind glommed onto the one thing that might make him stop. “Har, any of your neighbors can see!”

He chuckled. “Let ’em watch. They’ll be fuckin’ jealous and they should be. Hot piece like you writhing in front of me. And if it’s a woman watching, she’ll be jealous because she’ll see the pleasure all over your face.”

His hand left my breast and the garage door started closing. I wondered how he did that then realized I’d dropped my keys on the ground earlier and he must have pressed the clicker on my key chain.

He had two fingers inside me and I couldn’t help but ride them. His thumb pressed on my clit and I bucked which was when he added a third finger.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, as his hand returned to my breast.

You!

But I didn’t dare say it.

He nipped my earlobe. “Should I stop?”

“No,” I moaned.

“I think I should stop.”

“What? Don’t you dare!”

His head craned over me. “Kiss me, and I’ll keep going, Stephanie.”

I reached an arm back around his neck and pulled his face to me. My lips hit his and I opened my mouth but he wound up kissing me.

Thank God his arms were strong. He held me in place no matter how much I tried to buck harder or twist toward him. If he’d have let me, I’d have straddled him in an instant and I’d have given in to sex with him. On a garage floor of all places!

And yet, that turned me on even more. The smell of oil, gasoline, and sex. I had a screw loose.

I laughed, since tightening a screw was what got me into this situation to start with!

He drew back a fraction. “What’s funny, Combes?”

“I think I have a screw loose, that’s what’s funny.”

His head shook, but he brought his mouth back to mine. God, he tasted fantastic. Hints of coffee and mint added to the taste of man.

Yum.

He kept up his torturous ministrations at my core, his fingers pinched my nipple from outside my bra, and I felt the sensations building. My body stiffened and he pulled his head away.

“Come, Stephanie. I want to watch.”

My orgasm rushed over me and I couldn’t believe how loud my moans were. Everything seemed louder in the garage and yet again I wanted to turn around to straddle Har in earnest. His fingers gently pushed in and out of me two more times before he pulled his hand away. Though his hand at my breast held firm, so any thoughts of getting away from him fell by the wayside.

He kissed me again, this one lasting longer than I expected, since I already came. His nose slid along mine as his eyes glinted with naughtiness.

“Didn’t get to suck out on you, but this will have to do for now,” he said before he put his fingers in his mouth.

I looked away from him and squirmed, but both his arms came around me.

“Not so fast, Stephie. See. You got off and I’m not asking you to return the favor. No strings, babe.”

I closed my eyes and hung my head. “You’re wrong, Michael.”

“How am I wrong?”

“There are strings. I want you to kiss me again. If there were no strings—”

He pulled me toward him and kissed me again. I twisted toward him and this time he let me. My hands slid into his hair and I pushed into him. He rolled but had the presence of mind to angle us so we didn’t hit my bike. I liked kissing him while on top. Really liked it. So much, my legs spread and I found myself straddling him, which forced me to stop kissing him.

“Goddammit!” I sat up.

His hands held my hips. “That should be my line, based on how far away you are right now.”

I glared at him and scrambled off him. My feet took me to the garage door then I turned around, and, thankfully, he was standing up.

I pointed a finger at him. “This is what I’m talking about! I can’t do sex without strings and attachments and shit, Michael. Hell, by all accounts what we just did wasn’t sex, but extremely heavy petting and I want more of it.”

His expression was placating, but the emphasis on his words irritated me. “Happy to oblige that, Stephanie.”

My eyes widened. “You don’t get it. I’m a woman. Feelings and sex always intertwine. Even if you don’t take another club groupie to your bed, I’ll expect other shit from you, and I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”

It was lame, but I gestured at his crotch. “I’m sorry you won’t be getting any relief from me with that, but what I said last night stands. When I go after what I want, I always pay the price.”

Har

ONCE HE PUT THE NEW oil in her bike, Har went straight to his room.

No matter what Stephanie thought, Har could assure her he was paying a price for going after what he wanted.

But, he got her.

She wanted exclusivity. Hell, she hadn’t said it, but she probably wanted date nights and shit he was not down for. The exclusivity he could do for a while. Then he remembered what he said to Brute.

A woman who fits.

Those words had tumbled out of his mouth without thought. Yet it was precisely what he wanted.

And Stephanie wasn’t likely a woman who fit. She’d never be on the back of his bike. Not that it was a strict requirement, but he wanted that. His woman’s soft tits against his back,

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