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Before I’m ready for it to end, Reese pulls away from me, her plump lips a pink pout. “We can’t do this,” she murmurs. Her lower body shifts against me.
“We can,” I rasp. The arch of her body into mine. The flare of her nostrils. I read her signals loud and clear. “We can, Birdie Girl.” I drop my face into her throat and walk her backward until she reaches the side of the Chevy. I don’t need to hear the reasons we shouldn’t do this. I already fucking know them. She’s twenty-six, I’m thirty-seven. She’s a rock star, I’m a fucking mechanic. She’s my employee, I’m her boss. So many things are wrong between us, but it feels so right.
I press her against the Chevy and lean in, dragging my mouth across her throat. “You want it as bad as I do?” With a whimper, she rakes her nails through my hair. “Yes,” she gasps, her words music to my ears. “Yes, God, yes. I want you.” “That’s not my name, honey, so let’s try it again.” Her long lashes flutter. “Ford,” she whispers. Without taking my gaze off her, my hands run along her creamy skin. Thighs. Hips. Throat. “I’m gonna break you, baby. But in the best kind of way.”
“Turn around,” I order. Reese nods, her eyes glued to my face, then complies with my demand. I grin, about to deliver on what I promised her. I pin her bangled wrists in one hand and let my other hand fly, smacking her ass. Reese gasps and arches up on her toes. Eyes fluttering shut, she dips forward against the Chevy, releasing a small moan. Ass still up.
The realization sends a hot rush of blood to my cock. She likes it. I spank her again, reddening that silky ass of hers and drawing another cry from her lips. “Be a good girl and take it.” Her chest rises and falls. A feline smile curves her lips as she glances over her shoulder and husks, “Who says I’m good?”
“I’m going to fuck you like a cowboy, honey. Treat you like a princess.” Her eyes are green orbs in the hazy light of the garage. “But first, let me touch you.” Panting, she spreads her trembling legs.
