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It may be the middle of the night, but I was conscious of my tomboy appearance.

“We were going to take her out this weekend,” Flynn continued. “We had made a few adjustments, so if you want to take a look at her in action, we have a racing site a few miles from here.”

“I would really enjoy that,” I said. “There is something special about the scent of racing cars in action and the sound of their engines.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty unique,” Flynn agreed.

We spent a while looking at the schematics on the wall before Flynn caught me yawning. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Best get you home for some rest,” Flynn said. “Jay will roast my ass if his new engineer falls asleep on the job. You need a ride home, or that car outside yours?”

“That’s my very own baby Pookie outside,” I said with a smile. “I have rebuilt her bit at a time myself.”

“You named your car?” he teased.

“We all name our cars, so don’t try and tell me you haven’t!” I replied.

Flynn shook his head, but said nothing.

I stopped outside. There was a vintage Harley sitting with the first rays of sunlight hitting it. “Holy shit!”

“I can’t tell you her name,” Flynn said. “It’s a bit like the story of Rumpelstiltskin. Only those who know her name can ride her.”

Yeah, I would sleep with a guy just to get on a bike like this. A monster like that between your legs was better than a cock since most of the men I met over the years rarely knew how to use theirs.

“Well, goodnight—or good morning.” I glanced up at the lightening sky. “It was nice to meet you. Try not to shoot anyone on the way home.”

His laugh washed over me in a husky seduction. “Goodnight, Charlotte.”

No one used my full name but Mum, yet, it felt different from Flynn. He made it sound feminine and elegant.

“Night, Flynn.” I waved as I slid into my car. My hands on the steering wheel were shaking and my heart pounded in my ears.

I couldn’t think of a time when a man had had this big an impact on me. Flynn was the most dangerous man I had ever met. Not because he carried a gun, but he made me question the rules I had put into place years ago.

That smile of his could kill more women than the bullets in his gun, and his dimples were enough to loosen the tightest panty elastic. The anti-hero from every fantasy I’d ever touched myself to had walked into my life and, I was terrified.

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Chapter Five

Flynn

My brain ran like a hamster on a wheel, refusing to stop thinking about that woman and her hands on my Ford Sierra. She may as well have had them wrapped around my dick.

What the fuck had Jordan been thinking?

And why could I not get her ass bent over in the engine bay of the car out of my head?

I sat staring out the window while I listened to the results from our latest job for Jordan. We covered other contracts, but since he technically owned this company, it didn’t matter where we were, his jobs came first.

“Flynn?” My attention snapped to the man talking. “You doing okay?”

“Late night,” I replied to Joshua. “All evidence cleaned up?”

“Yeah, we checked it a few times to ensure a thorough forensic officer won’t find anything.”

I nodded, returning back to my thoughts. It had taken all my restraint last night not to throw her onto the bonnet and fuck her senseless. It should be illegal to look that hot in baggy overalls.

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