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He chuckles low but wastes no time walking me back and pressing me against the windowed wall. The cold glass is a pleasant shock compared to the heat radiating between our naked bodies. Lifting me, he lines himself up with my entrance and brings his lips to mine, searing me with a kiss as he pushes his ludicrously immaculate cock into me.

I moan against his mouth, feeling myself stretch around him. He pulls back, then pushes in a little further, repeating the motion over and over, going a touch deeper each time. When I bite his lower lip, his hips jolt, and his thrust finally brings him fully seated inside of me.

“You are perfection,” he whispers against my lips as he continues to pump in and out in slow, deliberate strokes. “You’re taking my cock so well. I’ve been thinking about this tight little cunt,” he punctuates the word cunt with a punishing thrust, “since you were squeezing around my fingers last night.” He continues, shifting his hips, and hitting me deep and hard with every stroke. “You’re so good at being mine.”

At being his? I like the sound of that.Before I have a chance to analyze it further, he captures my lips in a fierce kiss, and I’m lost in the feel of him, pulsing, throbbing, aching, the tension in my body building up with every hard thrust.

With one hand planted on the glass above my head, and one wrapped firmly around my waist, he looks down at where we’re joined. My eyes follow his, and we watch his cock slide in and out of me. “Look at you, Allie. So gorgeous when you take me.”

“I want to come on your cock,” I whimper against his lips.

“You’d better,” he says, bringing me down onto his length in a brutal thrust.

Pleasure buzzes in my body from my center out to my limbs every time he hits my g-spot. I lose track of the sounds escaping my lips. Whimpering, moaning, crying out. He’s relentless.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me.”

The praise is what pushes me over the edge, and I’m an explosion of electricity, pulsing around the cock he continues to slam into me as I cry out his name with my climax. He pulls me closer, holding me against his chest as he groans, finding his own release.

His arms loosen their grip, letting me lean back against the glass, but he stays inside me, looking down again at where we’re joined.

“Holy fuck. You are good at that,” I tell him on a breathless laugh.

He tucks another rogue strand of hair behind my ear. “You are unbelievable. You’re everything.”

Chapter 27

Luke

“Told ya, should’ve had Luke do it. He’s a damn good mechanic, better than the hacks over at Joe’s shop.”- Grandad Ernie, about fourteen-year-old Luke, to a bar patron whose motorcycle broke down two hours after getting it fixed.

Me: Morning gorgeous. When do I get to see you today?

Allie: Morning handsome! Got here early to clean up or else I would have gotten the worst kind of “Who closed last night” text from Marisol.

Me: Be there in ten.

There she is.The sight of Allie brings me immediate relief. She stands in the middle of her shop with her head thrown back in laughter that I can’t hear through the window but that’s also now familiar enough to echo through my mind.

My eyes shift to the table she kneeled on when she touched herself for me, the chair she sat in while I tasted her, and thepart of the window she was pressed against when I got to have my cock inside her for the first time. Not a single smudge or fingerprint.

Me: Did you climb on that goddamn table to clean the window?

Allie: Someone gave me a wooden stool to use instead.

Me: Did you use it?

Voyeur Motors’ back door opens, and Allie walks in. “I brought you breakfast,” she calls, her bright voice bouncing around my shop as she walks over and places two coffees and a white paper pastry bag next to the disassembled Honda engine I’m working on.

Bouncing up on her toes, she twines her fingers into my hair as she comes up for a kiss.Fuck, that is good.Framing her waist with my hands, I lift her and set her on the tall wooden workbench next to the Honda’s cylinders. “Allie Walker. No more crawling on wobbly tables.”

“You’re no fun.” She pushes out her lip in an exaggerated pout, but she’s only able to hold the look for a couple of seconds before she breaks into laughter. “Okay, fine! If you insist. I’ll use the stool you gave me.”

“Look at that. You will do what I tell you,” I say, kissing her forehead.

Her protest gets caught in her throat, laughing. “For fuck’s sake.”

“You’re a very good girl.” My voice is teasing, but her eyes still light up at my praise as if I’ve unlocked the code that makes this feisty doe-eyed brunette melt for me.

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