Page 64 of Forever Endeavor

CHAPTER 20

Billie

The street light cast a long shadow as Billie crossed the lot, her pulse keeping in time with the pace of her fire-engine red heels clicking on the pavement. She’d arrived a minute before ten as per the instructions. Standing outside the pitch-black garage, she licked her lips and tousled her hair, vamping it up like a sex kitten who’d just rolled out of bed. She tightened the belt of the oversized trench coat she’d found at Sonny’s, then took a breath before entering.

“Hello?” she called out. No answer. She closed the door behind her, hesitating alone in the dark. “Anyone here…? Sonny?”

A sudden, ear-piercing blast from an impact wrench damn near startled her off her feet. “He’s not here,” answered a deep, whiskey voice with an all-too familiar tone. She squinted in the direction it came from, her eyes adjusting to see a shadowy figure in the shadowy corner.

“If you’re not Sonny, who are you?”

“Name’s Biff.” He made the tool squeal again, sending an erotic thrill that shocked her lady parts to attention. “And who might you be?”

“I’m Candy,” purred the sex kitten.

“Candy, hmm? I like Candy. The kind that’s sweet to lick.”

Her thighs pressed tight. “I was told I should come talk to you about my car.”

“Get over here so I can get a better look at you first,” he commanded.

The deliberately slow click-clack of her heels echoed off the cement floor. He was in some kind of jumpsuit, black or navy from what she could tell. Bah, color shmolor, who cared when there were much more intoxicating details like its snug fit to admire. The zipper had been lowered to reveal that tantalizing, hair-covered chest of his, sleeves pushed up his sexy inked forearms. Unlike the greasy, bulky pair of coveralls he normally wore for work, this garment was made purely of fantasy material.

“I’m here,” she announced with a sultry smile as she closed the distance between them.

He whistled as he hungrily eyed her up and down. “Yes, you certainly are.”

Her finger curled around his zipper pull, giving her an excuse to touch him, barely grazing his chest to feel the hair, the heat, and the heart racing beneath it. “Sorry, mister, what was your name again?”

“Biff,” he said, quirking a brow. “Rhymes with stiff.”

Ooh.“So…Biff. About my car? I was wondering what I could do to get it back tonight.”

“I might be willing to negotiate, Candy.” His words came out like a growl. “You bring something in trade?”

She took a step backward and his hungry wolf gaze followed. What a sexual power trip to see him practically drooling already. Feeling his stare on her, she slowly reached down and unfastened the belt cinching her waist. She opened the trench coat, showing him the whole lot of nothing she had on beneath it except a red lace thong matching her stilettos. “Will this do?”

He muttered an expletive under his breath. Lunging forward, he swept her up and crushed his lips to hers in a surge of passion. As his tongue took possession of her mouth, she hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him in. Much easier to kiss Sonny, uh, Biff while she stood in four-inch heels. He dragged his palms over her smooth curves, helping himself to two heaving handfuls of breast flesh. She moaned into his mouth as he skillfully maneuvered between kneading her tits with a heavy-handed massage, and tracing over her skin with the lightest touch. It sparked the electrical current that ran from her nipples directly into her tiny panties, where it was already so hot the sprinkler system had caused a pool of slickness.

She threw her head back, tossing her hair and shrugging off the coat. In an instant, his mouth greedily latched onto one nipple as his fingertips rolled the other into an aching point. He switched to the other side, the heat of his mouth and wet swirl of his supple tongue providing instant relief while stoking her desire. Lordy, the man could make an igloo burst into flames.

“Ohhh,” she hummed, reaching down to cuff his erection through the jumpsuit. “Definitely the right tool for this job.” A heated moan escaped him as she stroked his hard length. “You like that, baby? Maybe you want me to get a little lipstick on that dipstick?”

Instead of answering, he cupped her bare ass and scooped her off the ground. She gasped. Had he been saving that party trick all this time? Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, rocking her hips against the sensational friction of his arousal. Kissing her breathless, he deposited her onto a stool beside the tool bench. “Lean back and hold on,” he grunted. After another quick suckle of her nipples, releasing each with a pop, he sank down in front of her.

“My, what a talented mouth you have, Biff.” They locked gazes as he placed his hands on both her knees and gently spread her thighs apart.

“The better to eat you with, my delicious Candy,” he said, nibbling her inner thighs.Mercy.He teasingly flicked his tongue against the lacy thong before sucking her into his searing mouth. She threw back her head and let out a breathy hiss, aware she was writhing. He stole glances to be certain her eyes were trained on what he was doing. Running one finger along the outline of the thong, he grazed around the sensitive bundle of nerves, before pulling the lace to one side for a gentle probing. She moaned her whole-hearted approval before he slid in a second digit. Talk about your manual transmission.

“Mmm-hmmm, that’s it.” She panted, her ass cheeks clenching the stool under her as she fucked his gliding fingers.

He looked up. “Sit still woman.”

“I’m trying, but you’re making it impossible.”

“Oh, am I?” He sped up his rhythm. “How about now?”

“Ohhh, not helping,” she groaned. His head disappeared between her thighs, his tongue swiping, swirling, and sucking her senseless. He continued to explore a sensual path between lapping and circling while his fingers motored like well-oiled pistons. The burning intensity built up inside until her body stiffened, back arched and thighs clamped around his head. With a loud, quivering groan, the earth moved and she quaked.

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