“You have got to be kidding me,” Daemon remarks, getting my attention from where I’m working on the suspension on my Tahoe. “Tell me I didn’t marry a woman who is gonna take the fun out of working on shit for her.” I giggle and shake my head. “What? I’m just adjusting the suspension and torquing the torsion bar slightly . . .” “Fuck,” he grumbles, moving to stand at my side and pulling me to my feet. “Hearing you talk about shit like this is getting my dick hard.” From the way he presses against me, I know he’s not lying.
