Wait With Me (Wait With Me, #1)

by Amy Daws

Well, for the next week at Tire Depot, I’m the creeper, Squints, and Miles is Wendy frickin’ Peffercorn.

I suddenly realize we’re not alone and quickly force myself to stop petting the hot mechanic.

“It’s nothing!” I blow out the candle next to my computer and pop the lid on the tin to quickly stash the source of my embarrassment underneath the coffee table. “It’s not nothing. It smells like…burnt rubber.” Her eyes go wide with realization. “Is that a fucking tire scented candle?” She leaves the door open and dives on top of me, flattening me to the floor as we both grapple for the tin.

“No, you’re just going to make fun of me!” “You’re damn right I am!”

Heavy breaths. Thunderous heartbeats. Noisy party downstairs…the real downstairs. That wasn’t a euphemism for my pants, though, now that I mention it, I think I heard his dick grow. Like literally, I think I hear his jeans stretching between us.