A glass frosted with condensation landed on the counter in front of her, and she started. When she looked up, Dean’s gaze was warm with understanding. “This is a little weird for me too. Try to relax.”
“I just never thought…I mean, we work together. I work for you.” There. One of them was bound to say it, so she might as well get it out in the open.
He nodded. “I’m struggling with that one myself.”
Picking up his fork, he scooped up a bite of the meatloaf and mashed potatoes he’d brought home. His brows drew together, but he huffed out a laugh and shook his head ruefully.
Yeah, that was a sentiment she could relate to. “This whole thing was just…”
“Not like me at all,” he finished for her. “My dad would kick my ass for hooking up with an employee. That’s not how to run a business, and he’d say he taught me better.” His eyes darkened and a muscle flexed in his jaw. “But I don’t regret it, which my old man would also kill me for. Hell, I’d kill Jesse or any of the other guys if I found out they did what I did, and I still don’t regret it. You were a walking wet dream in that sexy getup, and being close to you just made me explode. The sex was amazing, no matter how stupid or unprofessional.”
Wincing a little, she brushed a hand down her revealing outfit. It stung that the thing to push him over the edge was the slut-o-rama version of her, which wasn’t her at all, but she lifted her chin. Okay, so it was just hot sex. She was an adult, she could handle that. She’d never been one for a random hookup, and she’d never had sex with someone she wasn’t dating before. This wasn’t her usual arrangement, but whatever. “So, what do we do now? Pretend nothing happened?”
“Is that what you want?” His gaze bored into her, demanding the truth.
Her stomach clenched and she balled her fingers into fists to still their sudden shaking. “I want… I don’t know what I want. I want more of you, I want things to work out at the garage with the show, but I don’t know if it’s possible to have both. What do you want?”
A short laugh cracked from him. “Basically the same thing you want, but I don’t know if it’s possible either. I don’t like mixing professional with personal—I think it’s a bad plan that’ll blow up in our faces. Hell, I was going to ask you to step back from the show and just go back to how things were before, but the longer I think about it, the more I think that wouldn’t solve anything. It would cause more problems…between us, with the garage, with the show, with the new producer. And it wouldn’t be fair to you, would it? You like doing the show, I can see it on your face.” He sighed, dropped his fork, and rubbed a hand over his forehead. “We can’t close the barn door after the horse is out, or however that saying goes.”
“Where does that leave us?” After that recitation, it took everything in her to ask the question, but she had to know.
A self-deprecating smile twisted up his lips. “I want you. Again. That’s where it leaves us. I’ve been going around and around with it in my head, and I can’t get past that one simple fact. I want you. I can’t imagine looking at you all day, every day, and not touching you, kissing you, fucking you.”
Molten heat poured through her body at his words. If a twinge of disappointment shot through her that it was so obviously a physical thing for him, she ignored it. She’d been lusting after his sexy bod for years, and now she had the chance to have a wild fling with him. It was enough. It had to be, didn’t it? “So you’ve decided you like what you see and now you want us to have a casual, no-strings affair that doesn’t mess with our professional lives. Do I have that right?”
Shadows moved behind his eyes and his mouth worked for a long moment before he spoke. “Yes. I like what I see. I want to see more of it until one or both of us decides to end things. Once that happens, we walk away, no harm, no foul.”
She was insane. She had to be, because she was actually going to do this. Have an affair with her boss. Not just a heat of the moment decision, but with her eyes wide open and her brain engaged. The breath eased out of her lungs. Just sex…she could do this. It helped that he clearly only wanted to sleep with her because of her new makeover. Fine. It was better this way, less messy. The justification rang a little hollowly, but she pushed that aside. If she could have more of him, she wanted it.
The decision made, she met his gaze. “Okay. I’m in for as long as this lasts.”
“Good.” His pupils dilated, lust tightening his features. “Take your clothes off.”
The heat sluicing through her exploded into something wild, uncontrollable. She shuddered, her nipples tightening, her sex slicking with cream. Stepping away from the counter, she tugged at the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. His gaze zeroed in on her breasts, where a clear outline of her nipples showed through her thin cotton bra. Anticipation gripped her, and the muscles in her legs shook as she reached down to unfasten her jeans.
He drew in a sharp breath as the tight denim took her panties down with them while she worked her pants off. She’d never stripped like this for a man before, been naked while he watched, fully dressed. It was erotic, made her pussy even wetter. Kicking her heels off, she stepped out of the jeans and stood in nothing but her bra. Hunger showed in his gaze as he perused every inch of her. A bead of moisture slipped from her cunt and trailed down her thigh. God, she’d never been this turned on in her life.
“Come here.” His voice was low and tight, almost a growl.
She moved within his reach, and he wrapped a brawny arm around her waist to haul her forward. The feel of his hard body against hers just ratcheted up her excitement. She struggled to pull the back of his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. “I need to touch you.”
“Yes.” He released her, shedding his clothes in moments, though his eyes never left her. “I want you naked. Everything off.”
Arching an eyebrow, she flicked open the front closure on her bra and let gravity peel it away from her breasts. She shrugged and it dropped to the floor. “You have a tattoo.”
Something else she hadn’t known about him until the night before when she’d seen him nude for the first time. He was a beautiful man, every inch of him sculpted muscle. Broad shoulders sloped down to heavy pecs, hard abs, the most luscious ass she’d ever had her hands on, and long, hard legs. Around one thigh was a wide black band of tattooing.
He grunted. “A lot of guys have tats. Jesse’s got them all over his back. Sanchez is covered in them.”
“I know. Even I have one.” She pointed to the lotus blossom on her hip.
“I noticed. It’s sexy.” He bent forward and kissed the small flower, and she shivered.
“But that one looks tribal. Does it mean anything or did you just walk into the tattoo parlor and point to something on the wall?”
“Uh-huh, that sounds like me.” He snorted, nipping at the skin below her tattoo. “No, it means something. I’m a quarter Hawaiian—my mother’s mother—and when I was eighteen I went over and had a traditional leg band done. They tap the ink into the skin rather than use a tattoo gun. Fucking hurts like hell, but it was important to me to do it right. Since it’s permanent, I didn’t want something stupid I’d regret later.”
“That’s not something most teens would consider.” But it showed he was always as much in control as he was now. Serious and cautious.
He shrugged, his words confirming her thoughts. “I don’t make permanent choices lightly, never have.” Glancing up at her, a quick grin flashed across his face. “Enough talking.”
His fingers skimmed her hips, her waist, up her ribs to her breasts. The breath stopped in her lungs, and her body arched into his hands. She swallowed. “Yeah, enough talking.”
Figuring turnabout was fair play, she splayed her hands on his chest, her fingers brushing over his nipples. He shuddered, a low groan wrenching from him. A wicked grin curled her lips, and she let her tongue slide along them, knowing he’d watch.
“Tease.”
“Maybe.” She winked. “You h
ave a problem with that?”
He moved with lightening-fast reflexes, flipping her over his shoulder. Her short scream cut off when her stomach bounced against his collarbone. He swatted her ass. Hard. “Maybe I do have a problem with that.”
When he swung around, she closed her eyes to stop the world from spinning. “What the hell, Dean?”
The calluses on his hand stimulated her flesh as he stroked a palm down the buttock he’d just smacked. “Do you know how much I love watching this round little ass bending over the hood of a car all day?”
Her mouth opened, a mere squeak emerging.
A sinful chuckle was his reply. “I think you deserve a little punishment for the teasing. I’d love to get my hands on your backside.”
Yes. She’d never let a guy spank her before, but she was doing a lot of things with Dean that she’d never done before, wasn’t she? Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears, it drowned out all other sounds. Goose bumps broke out on her skin when he swatted her ass again.
“Nothing to say, Andi?” He bent down and set her on her feet next to his bed.
She had to clear her throat twice to get words out. “I’m game.”
Eyebrows arching, he laughed. “Awesome.”
Sitting on the side of the mattress, he grabbed her wrist and hauled her facedown over his lap. His erection was an iron bar against her hip, and she wriggled against his cock just to torment him. He groaned and slapped each of her buttocks. She jolted at the icy-hot tingles that followed in the wake of his punishment. She couldn’t stop her squirms as he peppered her ass with hard swats, agony and ecstasy blended, melding in a way they never had before.
Sliding down, he dipped his hand between her thighs and fucked her with his fingers. She cried out, spreading her thighs as far as she could without falling. His thumb rubbed her clit, sending shocks along her nerves. Moisture gushed in her cunt—she was so hot, so ready. “Please, Dean.”
He trailed his fingers from her pussy to her ass, swirling around the tight pucker. “Such a pretty ass. And all mine tonight. I’m going to fuck you here.”
“Oh my God.” Her eyes closed. How had he known that she loved anal sex? Fire exploded deep within her, threatening to consume her.
His hand left her for a moment, and she heard him rifle through his nightstand. Pushing her hair out of her face, she tilted her head to see what he was doing. A bottle of lube came into focus as he popped the top. She squealed when a cold trail of liquid slid between her buttocks. He chuckled and eased his fingers down to work the lube into her anus. One long digit pierced her, the feeling so intense she arched up. He withdrew and thrust into her repeatedly. She bucked on his lap, wanting more, needing more. The sensations piled on top of each other, driving her closer to climax.
A deep moan spilled from her when he added a second finger and scissored them open to widen her passage—it was too much, she danced right on the edge of orgasm. At the same time, he cupped his other palm over her hot, swollen buttocks. “Do you like that, Andi?”
“I’m going to come.” The low whimper of her voice stunned her. Had she ever sounded so needy in her life?
But he pulled his fingers away and resumed his spanking, the sound of skin striking skin a loud echo in the room that made it all the more titillating. Each slap made her arch to meet it, and her sex clenched when his broad palm landed on her ass. Need boiled within her so fast and high, a sob ripped from her as white-hot pleasure burst in her, so sharp she screamed as orgasm hit.
Climax still thrummed through her when he flipped her over onto the mattress. She landed on her back, and she heard him tearing open a condom wrapper. Moments later, he was over her, pulling her ankles onto his shoulders, sliding his hands down her legs to lift her ass for his penetration. His callused palms on her punished buttocks made her gasp, but he pressed the head of his cock to her anus and entered her, stretched her.
“Relax, sugar. You can take me.” He eased another inch into her.
Forcing herself to do as he bid, she let her thighs loosen, but her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her. She wanted everything he had to give her, and she wanted it now. “Fuck me, Dean.”
“Yes.” His grip tightened on her ass, pulling her up to take all of him. A flush ran under his tanned skin, and sweat slid down from his temples, beaded his chest. The rough hair at his groin rasped against her backside as he seated himself inside her.
The rhythm he set for them was as hard and fast as she craved, and her hands balled in the sheets. Excitement writhed like a living thing within her, and she knew she wouldn’t last long. She loved having his hard cock move inside her, loved the smells and sounds of sex. Yes. God, yes. He bore down on her, fucking her ass hard, but he slid his fingers around to tease her clit. Nothing else would have catapulted her over the edge again so fast, and she came, screaming his name. Her legs jerked against his shoulders, her hips rising to meet his swift thrusts. Her cunt clenched on emptiness, the flex and release went on forever as orgasm rocketed through her.
His hips hammered forward, low groans wrenching from him. His thrusts became shorter, rougher, and then he stilled and shuddered as climax dragged him under. He slumped over her, his green eyes glassy. He looked as stunned as she felt, blown away by what they’d done, by how good it felt. Her heart squeezed so tight, it stopped her breath. As terrifying as the truth was, she knew that nothing had ever been so good or right in her entire life.
It couldn’t last. Something like this was a once in a lifetime experience, like watching a comet shoot across the night sky. It burned too hot and fast to hold on to for long. She just had to enjoy the thrill while she could.
A tear slid unchecked down her cheek, and she turned her face into the mattress so he wouldn’t see.
Chapter Four
Dean’s biceps flexed right in front of her face, and Andi wanted to run her tongue along those thick muscles. Unfortunately, there was a garage full of men working on various parts of the car and a cameraman was wedged into the mix with them, recording every movement Dean and she made. They were trying to get the new dashboard they’d designed installed on the little VW Bug, and even though there were no seats in the car right now, they were still in tight quarters. Moisture slid in beads down her skin, she was upside down on the floor of the passenger side, the oversized mechanic’s shirt they’d turned into a belted dress tucked around her thighs for modesty’s sake. Her heel was jammed against the metal bar that would eventually hold the backseat as she strained to hold the dash up for Dean to screw it in place. The dash bobbled as he slammed his hand against something that sounded painful. “Shit, piss, mother-fucking piece of crap.”
She glanced up at the camera and winked. “Sweat and swearing…it’s how the real work gets done on Revved Up.”
A chuckle rumbled from Dean and he shot her a quick grin. Another thirty seconds and he had the dashboard secured. Sighing, Andi relaxed for the first time in hours.
“That was great.” Lola peeked in over her cameraman’s shoulder. “What are y’all going to work on next?”
Dean swiped a hand down his face and looked into the camera as he answered. “Now that we’ve got the dash in, Sanchez is going to install the sound system.” He motioned to an open hole in the console. “He’ll wire it to the speakers throughout the car, and when he’s done we’ll set Jesse loose on finishing the custom interior.”
At this point, they had it down pat that when Lola asked something, they needed to basically repeat the question in the answer for a better sound bite. They had to pretend the producer wasn’t there asking them anything, and instead have a natural conversation with the piece of equipment attached to the cameraman’s shoulder.
Lola and her crew turned to speak to Sanchez, who hovered outside, impatient to start on his new system. The skinny Mexican had a thick accent and tattoos from his bald head down to his feet. Every visible inch of skin was covered in black ink. But he had a gift for car electronics that made each overhaul unique.
Andi took the opportunity to pull herself upright and out of the car without accidentally flashing the camera. She kept one hand on the hem of her dress to keep it down.
“What are you wearing under that thing?” Dean’s voice was a silken whisper in her ear, and she tensed.
Lust sparked inside her, but so did pain. Jesus, she couldn’t take much more of this, being his sex toy. She’d thought she could do an affair, but after two weeks, she just wanted to crawl out of her own skin. Even telling herself it was just sex hadn’t kept her from wishing for more. She’d invited him to hang out at her place a couple of times to see if he wanted to get to know her better outside of work. He’d turned her down, crushing what little hope she’d had. Tears pricked her eyes. This wasn’t her. The sexy clothes, the no-strings fucking. She just…couldn’t. She loved the show and the sex, but she hated herself for going along with both. This had to stop before she turned into someone she didn’t respect anymore.
Dean watched emotions shift across Andi’s face.
“We need to talk.” Her voice was soft, but those were words that would send a chill down any man’s spine.
His muscles went taut. “Do we?”
“Yes. We do. After work is probably best.” She nodded and spun on a heel, tripping over her stilettos while she jerked at her painted-on clothes.
She wasn’t happy, that much was clear. The deeper they’d gotten into their affair, the more shadows had lurked in her gaze each time he touched her. It had been two weeks, and he could feel a time bomb ticking down on how long he had left with her. His gut twisted painfully. He didn’t want it to end, but she wasn’t the type for a short-term fling. He’d known that about her all along, but it was all he could offer. To make things solid, permanent, just wasn’t possible. It would mix business and personal far too much. An affair with his employee was already too stupid to mention, but an actual relationship? Disaster. He couldn’t do it. Things had spun too far out of control as it was, and he was barely hanging on.
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