Page 62 of Pretty Wild

He makes things very hot with his sexy grumpiness and big dick energy.

He’s the panty annihilator, and I’m not even wearing them.

18

MARCUS

I’m gripping the steering wheel so tightly, I swear it might break.

I shouldnothave checked for panties, because now it’s all I can think about—all I can picture. And if the smirk TD sent me when I was getting ready to leave is any indication, he’s well aware I was about half a second away from throwing her dress over her head and burying my face between her thighs.

Now, we’re on our way back to the shop so we can drop this vehicle, only to have to return to the scene of the accident and pick up the second, and all I want to do is a quick repeat of last night.

I’m sure that’ll still happen, except now it’s delayed. What is it they say about delayed gratification? It makes the moment that much sweeter?

Oh, hell. What do they know?

Delayed gratification sucks, and my blue balls are a testament.

“You okay over there?” she asks.

I don’t miss the way her eyes drop to my lap, most likely confirming what we all know. I’m hard as hell right now, withno relief in sight. “I’m good,” I respond, my words as tight as my pants.

“That was pretty neat,” she says, telling me about her take on the tow. “I’ve never actually seen it in action.”

“It’s boring, I know,” I reply, knowing it’s not a glamorous job, but not caring much because it suits me well.

“It’s not boring,” she insists. “It was quite fascinating actually, and probably pretty dangerous. I’ve never really cared how a vehicle is transported following a breakdown or accident. I know that makes me sound spoiled and selfish, but it’s true. To see it in action is eye-opening.”

I nod, understanding where she’s coming from. Most people don’t really care how it happens, just that it does. As I move into the heart of town, heading to my shop, I say, “I’m glad you’re here.”

She flashes me a warm smile. “Are you just saying that because you know I’m not wearing panties?”

I bark out a laugh and shake my head, steering the flatbed into my lot. “No, Princess, that’s just a bonus. A very big bonus.” I glance at her and wink before returning my attention to what I’m doing.

I back up to the gated lot beside the shop and jump out to unlock the gate. Buddy follows, barking and spinning in the gravel. “You got the zoomies?” I ask, smirking as he races around the truck, yet staying close to where I am.

“What’s the zoomies?”

I look over my shoulder to Ryan. “It’s a term they say when a dog has a burst of energy.”

“Ahh. I’ve never had a pet.”

“None?”

She shakes her head, looking around me as I open the wide gate. “Why are you putting the vehicle in here?”

“For safety and security. So no one gets into it or messes with the vehicle before the owner can remove any personal belongings or before an insurance adjuster can do their report.”

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna back the truck in here and get this one unloaded,” I tell her.

“Can I watch?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Sure, but stay over there,” I reply, pointing just inside the gate. “I won’t be able to see you, so I need to make sure you’re out of the way.”

She nods and moves to where I indicated. Buddy trails behind her, and since she doesn’t have a leash, Ryan squats down and holds his collar.

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