grease mark up your leg.”
She shrugged. “It’ll wash off.”
His gaze cooled. “You’re not finished with the Jag. I want to keep to schedule.”
“ Okay.” She backed off, disconcerted with his response. True to form, Tyce advanced and retreated. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to wait another two days before he advanced again. “That reminds me, when will your nephew be back?”
“ Tomorrow. Bored already?”
“ No, but my timetable has changed. We’ll have to speed things up. The collection has to be ready sooner than I thought.”
“ Why?”
“ It just does. I’ll continue to help, even with Jason here. I’ll go finish up.” She stepped off and picked up the buffer again, her forearms protesting. When she’d started, the handheld machine hadn’t seemed very heavy, now it weighed a ton.
Suddenly, Tyce ’s heated body braced her from behind; his arms supported hers as he grasped the buffer to help. His hands closed over her smaller ones and she felt his breath in her ear. Tingly sensations trailed down her back, already hot from the press of him against her. She felt his cock rise against her ass and knew his newest advance had begun. She shifted forward so her belly pressed against the fender. She tilted her ass up and out, letting him know he could take her against the car any time he wanted to. She thought of his hard dick sliding between her lips and deep into her. He’d have to angle her upward to get the best ride, his plunges deep and hard would send her flat against the trunk. She’d come with her mons pressed against the smooth fender, his plunges taking her over the edge with a sharp scream.
“ This won’t take long,” he said against her ear as he touched the spinning buffer head to the paste wax. Smoothing the head across the spot, the whitened wax came up to a beautiful crystal shine.
Disappointment and reality struck with twin force. She sagged with the truth of how pitifully needy she was.
When they finished with the buffer, Tyce inspected the car from head lamps to tail lights, checking around all the chrome, inside the doors and even inside the grill.
“ Not bad, Delaney,” he said with a wink when he was done. “Looks like you haven’t forgotten much.”
She grinned, feeling positively goofy with delight at how little it took to please him. “I had a great teacher,” she said with a chuckle.
He swept her into his arms and blessed the tip of her nose with a kiss. It was close to what she needed but not nearly enough. He set her aside as quickly as he ’d grabbed her.
“ I just need to replace a set of brake pads and I’ll be right with you,” he said with enough heat to ignite her.
She set about putting her supplies away while he rolled back under the car. Her mind kept drifting off into fantasies about Tyce and everything they ’d done in the pool house.
“ I’m going for a shower,” she said, needing to cool off.
He rolled out from under the car. “I’ll be inside in an hour.”
“ Inside?” Her voice hollowed out into a breathy sigh.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, gave her a steadying look. “The house. Give me an hour and I’ll be in the kitchen.” He rolled back under the car.
But it was too late; she was already weak in the knees at the thought of him being inside. Oh good grief woman, get a grip.
She wobbled her way across the cobblestones, telling herself the kiss on the nose meant nothing. The way he ’d helped and held her meant nothing. The heat of his gaze meant nothing.
Fifty nine minutes later, after a scented bath and moisturizing her entire body, she dismissed the cook for the day. She watched Tyce cross the courtyard toward the kitchen door. Even from here he gleamed from the top of his still damp hair to the toes of his boots.
He’d scrubbed himself into a shine, as fussy about his appearance as he was about the cars under his care.
Heat bloomed in the pit of her stomach and she swore she would not go another day,
She shrugged. “It’ll wash off.”
His gaze cooled. “You’re not finished with the Jag. I want to keep to schedule.”
“ Okay.” She backed off, disconcerted with his response. True to form, Tyce advanced and retreated. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to wait another two days before he advanced again. “That reminds me, when will your nephew be back?”
“ Tomorrow. Bored already?”
“ No, but my timetable has changed. We’ll have to speed things up. The collection has to be ready sooner than I thought.”
“ Why?”
“ It just does. I’ll continue to help, even with Jason here. I’ll go finish up.” She stepped off and picked up the buffer again, her forearms protesting. When she’d started, the handheld machine hadn’t seemed very heavy, now it weighed a ton.
Suddenly, Tyce ’s heated body braced her from behind; his arms supported hers as he grasped the buffer to help. His hands closed over her smaller ones and she felt his breath in her ear. Tingly sensations trailed down her back, already hot from the press of him against her. She felt his cock rise against her ass and knew his newest advance had begun. She shifted forward so her belly pressed against the fender. She tilted her ass up and out, letting him know he could take her against the car any time he wanted to. She thought of his hard dick sliding between her lips and deep into her. He’d have to angle her upward to get the best ride, his plunges deep and hard would send her flat against the trunk. She’d come with her mons pressed against the smooth fender, his plunges taking her over the edge with a sharp scream.
“ This won’t take long,” he said against her ear as he touched the spinning buffer head to the paste wax. Smoothing the head across the spot, the whitened wax came up to a beautiful crystal shine.
Disappointment and reality struck with twin force. She sagged with the truth of how pitifully needy she was.
When they finished with the buffer, Tyce inspected the car from head lamps to tail lights, checking around all the chrome, inside the doors and even inside the grill.
“ Not bad, Delaney,” he said with a wink when he was done. “Looks like you haven’t forgotten much.”
She grinned, feeling positively goofy with delight at how little it took to please him. “I had a great teacher,” she said with a chuckle.
He swept her into his arms and blessed the tip of her nose with a kiss. It was close to what she needed but not nearly enough. He set her aside as quickly as he ’d grabbed her.
“ I just need to replace a set of brake pads and I’ll be right with you,” he said with enough heat to ignite her.
She set about putting her supplies away while he rolled back under the car. Her mind kept drifting off into fantasies about Tyce and everything they ’d done in the pool house.
“ I’m going for a shower,” she said, needing to cool off.
He rolled out from under the car. “I’ll be inside in an hour.”
“ Inside?” Her voice hollowed out into a breathy sigh.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, gave her a steadying look. “The house. Give me an hour and I’ll be in the kitchen.” He rolled back under the car.
But it was too late; she was already weak in the knees at the thought of him being inside. Oh good grief woman, get a grip.
She wobbled her way across the cobblestones, telling herself the kiss on the nose meant nothing. The way he ’d helped and held her meant nothing. The heat of his gaze meant nothing.
Fifty nine minutes later, after a scented bath and moisturizing her entire body, she dismissed the cook for the day. She watched Tyce cross the courtyard toward the kitchen door. Even from here he gleamed from the top of his still damp hair to the toes of his boots.
He’d scrubbed himself into a shine, as fussy about his appearance as he was about the cars under his care.
Heat bloomed in the pit of her stomach and she swore she would not go another day,
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