“Don’t call me Cherry at work.”
He quirked an eyebrow at me when he asked, “Just in bed?”
I could feel my face flaming with heat.
“Cherry, you’re all red.” He walked to me and used his thumb to rub something off my cheek—probably grease. I flinched under his touch, but his hands gripped with strength and felt demanding. And just like that, I melted under his touch. My body softened to him, even though I hated him so much. I sighed and leaned into his chest, tire iron still gripped in my fist.
“Drop the weapon, Cherry. I still don’t trust you after you tried to kill me.”
I let him work the iron out of my fist, and it clanged to the floor. He swept my body into his giant form, and I didn’t even feel embarrassed by my work coveralls as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Then I was kissing the enemy with an explosive passion that, if I was being honest, scared me.
Wait… This wasn’t how I was going to take down an adversary.
“Do you know how much I missed you in just a few days?”
I could feel it through his jeans. I didn’t have to miss you because your stupid handsome face, and body, were plastered all the place. Television, magazines… They even talked about him on the morning radio shows.
“Did you throw away those toys?”
I nodded, tongue-tied.
“Only the real thing from now on, Cherry.” Eddie lifted me and set me down on the stainless-steel tool chest, fitting me between his legs.
He attacked my mouth with such fervor that I couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but respond.
“I missed this mouth, you little devil. Jackson said you came looking for me. Use a phone. I know you have my number.”
He tore his shirt off, and I ran my hands greedily over his sculpted chest. What I should have been doing was protesting. Demanding answers as to how we were both going to go about doing business in this town. How he was poaching my customers with his eyebrows and killer smile. How the only woman who worked in his shop was the receptionist. I had a real problem with that. But Eddie was biting my neck gently, causing my blood to rush so fast that I clung to him for stability. His giant cock was already pressing demandingly right against the most needy part of me. I wanted to ride him so badly that I wrapped my thighs around his waist and ground my slick center into his swollen dick. My brain told me to close the garage door, but I didn’t know where I’d left the remote, and I didn’t care enough either.
I was unbuttoning his jeans to get at that glorious cock while silently fuming. I didn’t want to be so attracted to the eligible bachelor. I wanted this to be for me alone, just like how he didn’t want to share with his battery-operated competition. With his heavy, long cock in my hands, I gazed up at him and smiled.
He pulled at the bandana, and my hair fell around my shoulders, sending shivers up both of my arms.
“You’re beautiful, even in a pair of men’s Dickies.” He speared his hands through my hair and took hold of the back of my neck. “I like that you know your way around a car, Cherry. Not many women take an interest in how they work or their history. They just want a luxury one with which to impress the neighbors.”
“That’s sexist,” I told him.
“Is it? Sorry… How many female mechanics do you know?”
“One,” I told him. I smiled at him again and bending down, wrapped my lips around his silky tip. Opening my throat, I took his bulk back as far as I could while I reached up and caressed his balls.
“I knew you were part of an elite secret club.”
“Yes, sir. Party of one.”
“Are you single, Cherry?”
I pulled back before nearly choking on his cock.
“Are you freaking serious? You’re asking me that now?”
“You’re not? That’s a shame.”
I was done with this blow job. He definitely wasn’t my type.
“Maybe you grew up in a different kind of church, but you’re supposed to ask before you drop your pants, not while your dick is in my mouth.”
I tried to slide forward off the tool chest, but he blocked me in with his mammoth size and considerable strength. He did put his dick away.
“Don’t worry yourself silly. I did all of my research. I know you’re an only child, daughter of the judge. Held to the highest standards of society, always danced to your own particular music, Cherry. Like opening this garage all by yourself. I just wanted to see what you’d say.”
I tried to push him away, but he trapped both of my wrists in his hands. Just the slightest amount of pressure and I was leaning backwards, vulnerable and incapacitated.