Page 67 of Grease Monkey
Slowly, I dig the heels of my boots into the ground, sliding the mechanic’s creeper out from underneath the car until she’s standing over me, her tight skirt straining against her thighs, her bare pussy in my eye-line. There’s no playing about. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And she isdefinitelygoing to get it.
“How can I help you, miss?” I ask, gripping her ankles in each hand, keeping her still as I admire her spread above me, my cock thickening under my coveralls. I’m not a roleplaying kind of guy—cosplay, sexual fantasy… it’s not really for me—but Claudia loves this little game. Loves to pretend she’s the naughty little housewife who can only pay for services rendered with her body. A sexy as all hell body that I fucking love to sink into. And what’s even better is she knows exactly what thisthingbetween us is—a quick fuck where we both get off, and she will be on her merry way to her divorce proceedings, with an ache between her legs and a relaxed high from her orgasm.
I lean up, sliding back a little as the wheels from the board shift from the weight change. Kissing the inside of her thigh, she shivers, biting on that red-painted lip.
“I think I need a full service, Mr. Mechanic.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. The whole charade is fucking insane.
“Claud, seriously?” I say, dropping character as I get to my feet. She stomps a heel, pinning her hands to her hips with a huff.
“Teddy.” My name is a whine, a warning not to ruin this for her. “We’ve only got twenty minutes before I need to leave. You’re killing my buzz.”
My eyes dart to the clock pinned to the wall. She is right; the shop opens at eight, so if we are doing this, we have to be quick, even though my first drop-off of the day isn’t due until at least nine-thirty, and Ozzy would be dead to the world in the back office, snoozing away until his dream girl comes by. He doesn’t know about this arrangement Claudia and I have every Friday at seven a.m., and hopefully, never will.
“Well, maybe you should have been on time,” I say, stifling a laugh as she glares at me. I roll my lips between my teeth, taking a deep breath. “Right, right. Sorry. Where was I?”
I step closer, but she puts a hand on my chest. Arching a brow, she glances down at my grease-slicked hands. Shit. I smirk, gripping her hips. The oil and grime have already dried into my skin, so there is no way it will stain her perfectly white skirt. Walking her back, I kiss down her neck—neck, thighs, pussy… the only places I’ll ever kiss a woman—tasting the bitter flavor of her perfume on my tongue, a scent so different from the floral tones Ana used to wear.
Fucking hell, Teddy.
One mention of a girl who’s not even here, and she’s all you can think about.
Get the fuck out of your head.
But even still, my dick twitches, the treacherous bastard enjoying the short trip down memory lane. One memory—any memory of her—and my dick and heart harden instantly.
Claudia’s ass hits the sink, a breathy moan drawing from her lips when I lick along her collarbone to the soft skin of her shoulder. The silky smoothness of her chest peeks out from the top of her shirt, the buttons undone a lot lower than would be appropriate for her upcoming meeting at her lawyer’s office. I cage her in, gripping the sink on either side of her hips.
She licks the shell of my ear. “Maybe you could show me how to use the stick shift?”
Fuck me. Did she google mechanic innuendos on her way over here or something?
Shrugging out of the top half of my navy boiler suit, I let it pool around my waist. Claudia’s eyes widen, her slender fingers finding the hem of my shirt, slipping under to skim up my abs.
“I can certainly do that, miss,” I say, dragging the bottom of her skirt up just enough to reach between her legs and slide my index finger along her pussy. She’s soaked as I push inside her, my thumb strumming lightly against her clit. Her knees wobble, and she sighs like there’s a coil, slowly releasing the tension that’s built up since her last divorce proceeding.
“Teddy,” she moans, her hips rolling to meet my finger’s slow and unrushed ministrations.
“Unbutton the rest of your shirt,” I demand, and she quickly flicks at them, tugging the hem out from the waistband of her skirt. Pebbled nipples strain against the fabric of her lacy pink bra, and my head drops, my mouth suctioning against the silk, tongue lapping, taunting and teasing until it soaks the material. Just another reminder thatTeddy was herewhile she sits across from her husband at the conference table.
“Let’s take a look under the hood, shall we?”
With both hands, I grip the bottom of her skirt, shimmying it over her ass, bunching above her hips as I pick her up and sit her on the edge of the sink. My lips meet the hot flesh of her thighs, goosebumps chasing my trail as I kiss up to her pussy.
Claudia grips my shoulders, pushing me away on a plea. “No, Teddy, no. Just fuck me. We don’t have time.”
A woman after my dead heart. Straight to the point.
“Okay, doll.” I wink. Standing, I dig around the pocket of my sweats, already prepared for her arrival, as she shoves at the waistband of my coveralls, my pants and underwear, desperate to rid me of them. They drop to my feet as she wraps her hand around me, stroking and coaxing my dick to full mast as I rip open the top of the foil packet of the condom with my teeth. Taking it from me, she sheathes me in latex, widening her legs, her chest spilling in heavy breaths, and I slide my finger through her middle again, circling her clit with the slightest bit of pressure as she writhes under my hold.
“Please, Teddy. I’m ready.”
I smirk, gripping the base of my cock and pressing it to her entrance. Blood pounds in my ears, every sense focusing on the need to fuck away the emptiness that permanently lives in my veins with this woman who’s desperate for me right now. Open. Ready. Willing.
I am not focusing on the light wrap of knuckles on the garage door.
Or the soft voice calling inside.
