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Darko —

It’s been two weeks, and Lizzie and I are stealing kisses and making out every chance we get, but she never lets it get far. She always puts on the brakes, and I always back off.

It’s getting damn frustrating, but I‘ll wait as long as it takes until she’s ready, even if it fucking kills me.

Rob almost caught us the other day when he’d gone out for lunch. He came back in to grab his keys, and we jumped apart.

And Eli almost walked in on us one morning in the kitchen.

The stress of trying to hide this is starting to take its toll.

I’m working on the car for the guy I promised would be finished by Christmas. It’s a restoration job for a lot of money with a strict deadline, and I can’t fuck it up. That’s only adding to my pressure.

Eli left with his aunt yesterday for winter break, and I still don’t have the damn thing finished. Maybe it’s because I can’t keep my mind off a certain pretty blonde employee.

Every time she walks across the garage, my eyes lock on her sexy little ass, and I get hard as a fucking rock. All I can think about is pushing her across her desk and smacking that little ass as I pound into her. I guess those images are far from her take-it-slow idea as I can get, but the limits on our relationship are only sending my imagination into overdrive. Every night in the shower, I take my dick in my hand and get off, imagining her naked in the shower with me, dripping wet, her skin slippery with soap. I imagine her bare breasts bouncing as I drive my dick into her pussy.

I’m on my back on the rolling cart under the car, and my hands slip on the wrench, and my knuckles bust against a bolt, cutting the skin open.

I curse and roll myself out, flinging the tool.

“You okay?” Rob asks.

“Fine,” I snap and stalk to the utility sink to run some water over the bloody cuts, then grab a fresh shop rag and wrap it around my hand. I glance at the clock on the wall.

It’s almost quitting time.

“Go on home for the day,” I tell him. “I’ll finish up.”

“You sure? I can stay.”

“Nah. Go on.”

Once he pulls out, I head straight for Lizzie’s office, drag her from the chair, plop down in it, and yank her onto my lap.

“What happened to your hand?” she asks, taking it in hers.

“It’s fine. Just a scratch.” I don’t want to talk. That’s the last thing I came in here to do. Then my hands and mouth are all over her. She matches my hunger with an eagerness all her own, clutching at my clothes, wanting to touch my skin.

I don’t know why the fuck I put myself through this sexual torment, but I can’t keep my hands or mouth off her. I can’t seem to fucking stay away.

Something in my peripheral awareness alerts me, and I strain to hear what I thought was the bell on the front door. It can’t be. I’m pretty sure I locked it.

I ignore that tingle up my spine and continue kissing Lizzie, stroking my hands over her soft curves, her round ass squirming on my hard dick.

“Is your pussy wet, Lizzie?” I growl.

“Yes,” she whispers.

Goddamn, how I want to push up the skirt she’s wearing and yank her across my lap until she’s straddling me with my dick sinking inside that wet fucking pussy she hasn’t let me touch.

“Hey, Darko,” I hear a moment before the door pushes open.

I break our kiss and glance up to see Utah standing there. He crosses his arms, leans against the doorframe, and gets a fucking grin on his face. “Am I interrupting?”

Lizzie scrambles off my lap, jerking her clothing into place and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushing pink. She won’t meet Utah’s eyes.

“Don’t be a dick,” I bite out. “What’d you fucking want?”

“Gee, you’re in a mood.” His voice is laced with humor, like he finds the whole scenario hilarious. “I wonder why.”

“Shut the fuck up before I knock your teeth out.”

“You and what army?”

“I’m still your fucking VP.”

He snaps a salute, and I want to deck him right fucking now. Then he grins.

“Just stopped by to tell you Rock called Church tomorrow.”

“You couldn’t have just texted me?”

“What fun would that be?”

I lift my chin to the front of the building. “Get the fuck out.”

He chuckles, then tips an imaginary hat at Lizzie. “Good to see you, sweetheart. Have a nice night.”

I watch his retreating back, wondering how long it’s going to take for him to tell every damn brother in the clubhouse.

“You okay?” I ask Lizzie, glancing over at her.

She grabs her purse and coat, but won’t meet my eyes, so I grip her arm.

“Hey, look at me.” I wait until she does. “It’s no big deal.”

“Yes, it is. He’ll tell Kate. You know he will.”

“What if he does?”

She rubs her upper arms. “I’m just not… ready for that. For everyone to know.”

“So, this is our dirty little secret, huh?”

She shrugs.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll take care of it.” I pull out my phone and shoot off a text.

ME: YOU TELL A SOUL, YOU’RE A DEAD MAN. UNDERSTAND?

It takes a minute for my phone to chime with a reply.

UTAH: YUP

I shut the place down, and we walk to my truck in silence.

When we climb in the cab, I look over at her while I wait for the heat to warm up.

“It’s kind of hot, isn’t it?”

“What?” she asks, wide-eyed.

“Sneaking around. Almost getting caught. This being our little secret. It makes it even hotter.”

The corner of her mouth tugs up, and she looks away. “I suppose it does.”