Chapter 2
The first coherent thought that hit him was that she was a fucking amazing kisser. Without much thought at all, he fumbled backward until they were standing in the office together. With the swinging shut of the door, the rain was muted. The windows along the front of the shop were fogged over. As Grant plunged his hands into the hair he’d been thinking of nonstop, she moaned. It went to his gut, to his balls, and set a fire in his blood that had it racing south. He’d never felt such a visceral reaction to another person before. She was pushing at his shirt, trying to lift it and run her hands across his bare skin. Grant was hyper aware of the fact that they were in his place of business, making him reluctant to allow her to undress him.
“Alexandra—”
“No talking.”
She dropped into a squat, single-mindedly unbuttoning his pants before he could protest.
“What the fuck—”
“I said no talking.”
She was quick, he’d give her that. He was unzipped and in her hands before he’d taken another breath, and in her mouth before he could be dumb enough to protest. Sensations sparked from his cock to his spine; heat and suction and bliss. The best she could grab were his hips for leverage, and she pulled him in deep while he lost his mind. Everything shut down, shut off, as she sucked him for all she was worth.
He moved his hands from the desk where he was bracing himself for impact and thrust them back in her hair. He didn’t have to move her fast; she was already racing against the clock, it seemed. He was going to come in about three seconds; he hoped she liked swallowing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He blew his load, cumming deep in her throat and feeling her lick him off before swallowing. His head was spinning in circles as she put everything back where it belonged and fixed his pants.
She rose, her whiskey eyes shining at him. He could only stare back at her, sated, but confused. “What the fuck was that?”
Alexandra wiped her lip with her thumb and moved closer until she was pressed against him hip to hip. “It’s called a blowjob, babe.”
Grant rolled his eyes and grabbed for her ass, bunching her skirt until he could cup her ass. He was stunned to find it bare, without so much as a tiny thong in the way. “What if I hadn’t been alone?”
Her eyelids slipped closed as he dipped and circled, finding her cheeks and moving around to the front. Her pussy fluttered and clenched as he found it with two fingers and went exploring.
When he pulled them out, she looked up at him to see him holding those fingers up between them. They were glistening in the fluorescent light. “So fucking wet, Alexan—”
“It’s just Alex.”
He didn’t care that he was at work. He didn’t care that he was far more satisfied from this stranger and her crazy act than anything he’d encountered with anyone before. Grant was turned on beyond recognition. She moaned into his neck when he pulled her close, and he dove back under her skirt to find her clit. He flicked it, watching her eyes drift closed again. Her breathing picked up as he moved his fingers faster, circling and sliding and pumping. When she began to cry out, she buried her face in his shoulder to muffle the sound. When she came a minute later, it was with trembling knees and her open mouth pressed to his shirt.
“God.” She took several deep breaths. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”
Alex took several steps away from him, smoothed her skirt back down, and walked out. Grant’s jaw dropped five seconds before he followed her out into the bay.
“Are you serious?”
She paused by the side of her car. “I guarantee I’ll see you again.”
He pushed his palm against his forehead as she got in and started the car. She backed out the way she came, and he watched her car disappear in the muted gray light. Feeling stunned, he headed back into the office and sat back down in his chair. What the fuck just happened?
Not surprisingly, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He had customers eventually, and he worked the cars as well as the desk until Josh was able to come in at eleven. Grant could picture Alex each time he had to be in the office and it caused his face to flush. He hadn’t given her his name, but it was stitched into his shirt. She hadn’t asked for anything, but she’d clearly been expecting it since she was commando. He was shocked at himself for allowing her to do what she’d done. There was a brief moment where he simply wanted to do something outrageous, something he didn’t ever do. He wanted to take her on the shop floor or bent over the desk. Even now, he could picture a dozen ways to fuck her on his Harley. He was a walking hard-on now, thanks to her. He had to have her again, but he didn’t know how to get in touch with her.
He was shocked to see her again two days later. She pulled into a spot and climbed out, those long fucking legs leading the show. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top, and he tried his best not to drool. She sauntered in, chunky heels giving her calves definition and a sway to her hips. Grant considered hiding like a baby but he couldn’t do it. Instead, he watched her saunter up to Floyd and gesture back to her car. When Floyd looked down at the clipboard he held, she shot a glance at Grant. All he wanted to do was snatch her up and run off with her. To beg her to do more of what she’d done the other day. He wanted all manner of dirty things with her.
When Floyd headed out to her car, Alex headed to where Grant was standing. “Hey, babe.”
He stared at her, certain she was completely insane. “It’s Grant, not babe.”
Alex reached out and traced his name where it was stitched on the white patch of his work shirt. “I can see that.”
He clenched his jaw. Her perfume enveloped him and his cock was already at attention. “Car trouble?”
“What?” She looked into his eyes and then out to her car. “Oh, yeah.”
