floor.
My eyes caught his and he smiled shifting his position against his toolbox to face
me. The phone rested against his shoulder as he scribbled some notes across a notepad
on top of the stainless steel surface I was imagining my ass on. I really wanted to
see what my ass prints would look like on that nicely polished stainless steel surface.
Casten leaned against the side giving me a full view of him.
Wearing dark jeans and a black polo shirt like Jameson was wearing, he had a white
hat with the black embroidered words of CST Engines across the front.
I couldn’t stop staring at him wishing I brought those extra panties.
I waited patiently for him to get off the phone, it’s not like just standing there
staring at him wasn’t a turn on…oh, it was. When I wasn’t sure how much more I could
take of this, he then added to the display by running his free hand over his abdomen
causing his shirt to creep up ever so slightly on the side. I got an amazing view
of his sculpted stomach and hips.
“Well, usually we replace the pistons, bearings, rings, valve springs and gaskets.”
His eyebrows raised at me, teasing, and knowing I was listening to everything he was
saying even though it wasn’t directed at me. “The rods and crankshaft need to be checked
for cracks, too, and then the fuel pump needs to be flow tested.”
Flow tested?
I want to be flow tested. Oh yes I do. Jesus. It’s so fucking hot down here.
I lost track of what they were saying because frankly I was a little distracted by
him and burning up from the inside out. And though he was obviously talking to someone—his
eyes never left mine, which made me even hotter.
Laughing at something Rager said, I was assuming that was him, he shook his head.
“What, you got some sort of attachment to that engine, man?”
They talked for another few minutes, about what, I don’t know. I lost interest when
he kept staring at me.
When he hung up, I cleared my throat, trying to speak, though it was an effort.
“I’m here to take you.”
His eyes flashed with humor as a smile lit up his face.
“Is that so?” he asked with a certain sparkle to his beautiful green eyes.
Shit. Came out wrong.
“I’m here to take your order. Your supply order?”
Amused, he gave a nod moving from his position against the tool box to stand over
an engine block that was open. Below him, various parts were scattered around the
hoist it was perched on. Somehow my feet were moving on their own and I wound up standing
a foot from him as he put on a pair of black plastic gloves.
While I was noticeably altered by his presence, with the wet panties, sweating and
my colorful complexion, he seemed completely comfortable around me.
Stupid jerk. Just like the other night when I saw him at the restaurant and he acted
all cool and collected and I choked on my own breath and fell on my face.
Casten’s eyes moved up and down my body. The action got to me and I shifted uncomfortably
under his heated gaze.
“I have to get this crank magnafluxed,” he said, looking at me like he was waiting
for me to ask why. He was playing a game. A game I wanted to play, too. Oh yeah, I wanted to play.
“What does that mean?”
Please be something dirty.
Cool and collected again, I saw a smile tug at his beautiful full lips. “Well, it
means I need to put it in this machine here and check for cracks.”
Screw the panties. I should have just went without.
And then, as if I needed a reason to actually fall for this guy, he began the most
erotic engine talk I’d ever heard in my life.
“Once the crankshaft is in the magnaflux machine, we soak it with a special fluid.”
He turned slightly lifting a hose to the left of the machine where we were now standing,
and sprayed it over the crankshaft.
I wasn’t even sure what a crankshaft was but I was assuming it was the long part in
the machine that had all these lobes on it.
“After it’s
My eyes caught his and he smiled shifting his position against his toolbox to face
me. The phone rested against his shoulder as he scribbled some notes across a notepad
on top of the stainless steel surface I was imagining my ass on. I really wanted to
see what my ass prints would look like on that nicely polished stainless steel surface.
Casten leaned against the side giving me a full view of him.
Wearing dark jeans and a black polo shirt like Jameson was wearing, he had a white
hat with the black embroidered words of CST Engines across the front.
I couldn’t stop staring at him wishing I brought those extra panties.
I waited patiently for him to get off the phone, it’s not like just standing there
staring at him wasn’t a turn on…oh, it was. When I wasn’t sure how much more I could
take of this, he then added to the display by running his free hand over his abdomen
causing his shirt to creep up ever so slightly on the side. I got an amazing view
of his sculpted stomach and hips.
“Well, usually we replace the pistons, bearings, rings, valve springs and gaskets.”
His eyebrows raised at me, teasing, and knowing I was listening to everything he was
saying even though it wasn’t directed at me. “The rods and crankshaft need to be checked
for cracks, too, and then the fuel pump needs to be flow tested.”
Flow tested?
I want to be flow tested. Oh yes I do. Jesus. It’s so fucking hot down here.
I lost track of what they were saying because frankly I was a little distracted by
him and burning up from the inside out. And though he was obviously talking to someone—his
eyes never left mine, which made me even hotter.
Laughing at something Rager said, I was assuming that was him, he shook his head.
“What, you got some sort of attachment to that engine, man?”
They talked for another few minutes, about what, I don’t know. I lost interest when
he kept staring at me.
When he hung up, I cleared my throat, trying to speak, though it was an effort.
“I’m here to take you.”
His eyes flashed with humor as a smile lit up his face.
“Is that so?” he asked with a certain sparkle to his beautiful green eyes.
Shit. Came out wrong.
“I’m here to take your order. Your supply order?”
Amused, he gave a nod moving from his position against the tool box to stand over
an engine block that was open. Below him, various parts were scattered around the
hoist it was perched on. Somehow my feet were moving on their own and I wound up standing
a foot from him as he put on a pair of black plastic gloves.
While I was noticeably altered by his presence, with the wet panties, sweating and
my colorful complexion, he seemed completely comfortable around me.
Stupid jerk. Just like the other night when I saw him at the restaurant and he acted
all cool and collected and I choked on my own breath and fell on my face.
Casten’s eyes moved up and down my body. The action got to me and I shifted uncomfortably
under his heated gaze.
“I have to get this crank magnafluxed,” he said, looking at me like he was waiting
for me to ask why. He was playing a game. A game I wanted to play, too. Oh yeah, I wanted to play.
“What does that mean?”
Please be something dirty.
Cool and collected again, I saw a smile tug at his beautiful full lips. “Well, it
means I need to put it in this machine here and check for cracks.”
Screw the panties. I should have just went without.
And then, as if I needed a reason to actually fall for this guy, he began the most
erotic engine talk I’d ever heard in my life.
“Once the crankshaft is in the magnaflux machine, we soak it with a special fluid.”
He turned slightly lifting a hose to the left of the machine where we were now standing,
and sprayed it over the crankshaft.
I wasn’t even sure what a crankshaft was but I was assuming it was the long part in
the machine that had all these lobes on it.
“After it’s
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