Mechanic's Fix (Book 33 of "The Promise Papers - Illicit Cravings")
Miri was frustrated when her ancient rusted car developed a flat tire--but she'd always thought that her mechanic, Rick, was incredibly sexy! Now that they were all alone in his garage, who knew what might happen? More
Miri was frustrated when her ancient rusted car developed a flat tire--but she'd always thought that her mechanic, Rick, was incredibly sexy! Now that they were all alone in his garage, who knew what might happen?
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Miri was unquestionably the sexiest girl he'd ever seen, and he'd spent more than one lonely night fantasizing how he could slip her out of those satiny tights and into his warm bed. But he'd never tried to make a pass at her...because you just didn't make a pass at Miri O'Connell. Not if you wanted to survive the experience, anyway! Her temper was as fiery as her long, curling red hair, though she could be equally sweet and friendly if she liked you.
And she was looking sexier than ever tonight, he thought as he waved her into the big bay and her car settled onto the ramp with a wheezing sigh. A sight for sore eyes...or anything else!
"Looks like you picked up a nail," he commented as she climbed out and rubbed her hands together for warmth. "Won't take me but a minute to fix, if you wanta grab a cup of coffee and chat with me while I work."
Miri's grateful smile made him glad he'd stayed a little late. And the coffee pot was still half full. She was obviously in a friendly mood tonight. Maybe if he played his cards right...
She settled onto the hood of the nearest car, and cradled the hot mug in her hands. Fragrant steam tickled her nose as she took a long, slow sip. This was the first time she'd been here alone with Rick, and the possibilities were too intriguing to pass up.
It always surprised her that he didn't date much--he seemed more interested in running the shop with his brother, and working out on the family farm in his free time. Which was a real shame, because she'd always wondered what he'd be like in bed...
Watching Rick work was almost like watching a dancer perform. He was so good at his job that every movement seemed to be choreographed. And in the few minutes it took for him to pop off the flat tire and repair it, she was getting unbearably horny!
"That's a big tool you've got there," she suddenly grinned as he cinched the lug nuts back into place with a heavy wrench. "You use it often?"
Rick's heart nearly stopped as Miri's low, sultry voice echoed through the garage. Sure, he had a tremendous hard-on right now, but he couldn't believe what she'd just said! And the way she was sitting there, perched cross-legged on the hood of his station wagon in those hot red tights like she was practically inviting him to slide his hands between her thighs...
Warm tingles spread through Miri's stomach as Rick hesitated. She hadn't meant to sound that provocative, she really hadn't! But there was no mistaking his reaction as he slowly straightened and turned to stare at her. Christ, he must be incredibly horny, to judge by the way his grubby jeans were jutting out so huge!
He blinked a few times, and she felt his hungry gaze sweeping down across her breasts and long legs. They were all alone...what would he do now?