Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
She arches her back, pressing her beautiful chest closer. “Yes, please.”
Somehow managing to keep my expression neutral like I’m all business, I reach around and unclasp her bra with one hand, then draw it away as her beautiful breasts tumble out. Fuck. Her nipples are dusky pink and tightening more under my inspection. Kira’s shoulders draw in, making her gorgeous flesh jiggle, and I have to swallow a groan.
“Everything look okay, Mr. Barrett?” Her voice is an innocent, breathy tease as she lifts her arms to smooth her hair back, and her breasts jiggle again. I’d never get any actual work done out here in the shop if my job involved distractions like these.
“Everything looks real good,” I tell her. “Real good. But I’m going to need to run more diagnostics.”
“Please do,” she says.
Keeping my eyes on hers, watching how she responds, I cup her ample breasts in my hands and gently squeeze. Something inside me melts at the softness of her, while my cock heads toward rock hard.
Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as I brush my thumbs over her nipples, back and forth. She lets out a warm sigh that sends more blood rushing south. When I pinch her nipples, she moans.
My inspection stays focused there for a while, because Kira is clearly enjoying it as much as I am. She squirms on the table, and her breathing turns shallow while I work at her nipples as if they require fine-tuning.
“I knew I came to the right shop.” Her voice is like a purr. “You’re so good with your hands.”
“Mouth collects even better feedback,” I tell her. I head to her neck first, where I lick and bite. Then to her ears, where I tug one of her earlobes into my mouth and suck.
“I might have a new problem, Mr. Barrett,” she whispers. “I might have a leak somewhere, because I’m getting wet.”
I let go of her ear and grit my teeth. This woman is something else. Something else entirely.
“I’ll check that out,” I murmur. Determined not to rush, no matter how badly I want to, I kiss my way down to her chest and finally give in to one of the many impulses I’ve been fighting. I gather her breasts in my hands and nuzzle my face between them, creating a space so warm and soft and sweet-smelling that I could die a happy man right now.
I kiss every inch of them and rub the roughness of my beard over her skin, making it turn pink like her cheeks. Finally, I suck her nipples into my mouth, one by one, flicking my tongue over them, savoring her moans and the way her knees squeeze around my hips.
“Getting wetter,” Kira whimpers.
I growl to keep myself in check. “I don’t take shortcuts. Not with things that matter.”
She gives me a loaded look, and I use my mouth to collect more data from hers as her legs wrap around my hips and her fingers weave into my hair with a frustrated urgency.
She scoots closer to the edge of the table, and I can feel the heat of her pussy through our clothes, but I’m not done being creative. Using more willpower than I thought I possessed, I untangle myself from her legs and step to the side.
“Might need to get some tools involved in this inspection.”
Kira’s eyes grow wide as I pick up items from the workbench one by one, considering. The sight of my spring clamps makes her squeal and fold herself into a small shape, arms wrapped around her knees. I chuckle, set them aside, and pick up a roll of duct tape as I eye her speculatively. Next, I tease her with the idea of a wire brush, but settle on something gentler.
With a small paintbrush, about an inch wide, soft and clean, I paint an invisible stripe down her arm. I tease her by stroking the bristles up and down her back, making her squirm, making those beautiful breasts of hers bounce so much I nearly get dizzy. I run the brush up her side, across her collarbone, then swirl circles around each breast, all feathery and light. I flick the tip of the brush back and forth over her tight nipples.
When she whimpers my name, I take mercy. “No visual damage,” I report. “That usually means the problem’s deeper.”
She spreads her legs wider. “You’d better check under the hood, Mr. Barrett.”
Unable to resist, I steal another kiss as I tug off her boots and peel both her leggings and panties from her hips. She lifts herself up a couple of inches, making it easy for me to slide them off, leaving her completely naked on my workbench.
It’s an image that will be with me every time I’m in here from now on.
Eyes fixed on mine, she spreads her legs, and my breath catches in my throat. She trusts me enough to bare herself to me. To share this most intimate part of herself.