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NASH

I wipe the grease from my hands and lift my head out from under the hood, and–

“Jesus fucking Christ…”

The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen steps out of a vintage Rolls Royce like she’s stepping out of a dream made just for me.

Long, pristine legs and curves that rival the ones on her quarter-million-dollar car.

She’s got a face like a porcelain doll, and based on her expression, I’d say it’s never been handled. Not even once.

Especially not by a man like me…

She couldn’t look more out of place in my oil-stained, sunbaked corner of town if she tried. She must have lost her way. No chance she came here on her own.

For a second, I wonder if I’m hallucinating. Too many late nights at the garage and sleeping by the fan may have finally melted my brain.

But then she shuts the driver’s side door and looks at me with big, wide eyes, her lips parted and pink. So juicy. And a breeze blows in from outside, filling my nose with a subtle hint of whatever perfume she’s wearing today.

“Damn, now there’s a smokeshow I’d love to get a taste of,” Reggie smirks from behind me. Reggie’s just here for the day to help out, but as he nods at the girl and grabs his crotch like an animal, a jealous rage shoots through me. I snap my fingers at him.

“You can go.”

He frowns. “Say what?”

“You heard me,” I snap. “Get lost. We don’t need you here anymore today.”

Reggie looks back, confused, but he knows better than to argue with me. He grabs his tools and exits out the side door.

I glance back at the beauty in front of me. She looks like she just stepped out of a modeling agency. My jealous rage rises as I think about how many other men may have seen her social media photos and how turned on they got.

As our eyes meet, I feel a cold chill of adrenaline flow through my veins. It’s like I’ve been hit by an electric shock. My blood rushes to my cock and I clench my fist to try and keep myself under control.

“Um, hello,” she says tentatively, her voice soft as the silk lingerie I’m already picturing decorating her perfect body. “I think there’s something wrong with my car. I was driving and it started making this really awful noise–”

“What’s your name, princess?”

That’s what she looks like. A princess.

I throw my rag over my shoulder and take slow, deliberate steps toward her. And she doesn’t back away.

Her chest rises, and her lashes flutter. “Grace.”

Of course it is. A perfect name for someone so perfect–so sweet and pure. I shouldn’t be thinking these terrible thoughts about her. She’s so tender and innocent, yet my mind is racing like a horny teenager’s, thinking about all the filthy things I want to do to her.

I stop just short of her and lean one hand on the side of her Rolls. “I’m Nash. This is your ride?”

She lets out a nervous giggle, sending a tingling sensation through my chest. “In a way. It belonged to my grandma. I’m just…keeping it going. Until now, I guess.”

“Well, it’s not dead yet,” I assure her. “You’d be surprised what I can do with these hands.”

I hold up my callused, oil-stained palms as the innuendo hangs thick between us like the heat radiating off her car’s hot engine. Her cheeks go pink, causing me to light up inside. Fuck, she’s adorable.

“Are you local?” I ask.

She chews her bottom lip nervously. “I live about fifteen minutes outside town.”

This is dangerous information to just give out to any man. Can it be that she’s too na?ve to know that every man she passes in the world has the same thoughts about her–that they all want her like a lion wants a zebra?

I pop the hood and look inside. The car’s pristine. Barely even dusty. I glance up at her gorgeous face. She looks like she’s never even had a sunburn. “What kind of noise was it making?” I ask, knowing I’m not going to get any real detail from her.

“Um, I don’t know. Kind of like a clicking? Clunking maybe?”

“Clicking or clunking?” I repeat with a nod, smirking. She doesn’t know anything about cars, but why would she? She doesn’t need to.

She gives me a slightly embarrassed look, and the light from outside catches her hair just right, causing a halo effect that makes her look like an angel. My cock jerks hard. I wonder if she can see it through my pants–the massive bulge already forming. It’s her fault. She’s responsible.

I stare at her, hypnotized by her perfection.

I still can’t figure out what a girl like this is doing in a shop like mine.

Her spotless beauty makes me want to run my filthy hands all over her–cover her in grime and grease while I show her all the things she’s been missing in life.

Everyone would see she’s been claimed by me.

They’d all know it. The things I’d do to her would have her coming so hard that she’d be back here again, over and over, begging me for more. And I’d give it to her.

I drop the hood and lie to her. “I can’t get to it right now, Grace. But I can look at her later today.” I can practically see her heart sink. She doesn’t want to sit around this garage all day waiting on her car. But I have a solution for that. “You need a ride home?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother you,” she says quickly. “I can call a car.”

“You could do that,” I say, stepping into her personal space, filling my lungs with her scent. I have no idea what the blend is, but it’s delicious. Mouth-watering. A thousand times better than oil and grease. “You could ride with some random weirdo, or you could ride with me.”

I guess technically, I could be some random weirdo in her eyes at this point. But there’s something between us already. I can feel it.

The question is, can she?

She’s quiet for a long beat. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I drag my eyes up her gorgeous physique. I can’t remember the last time a girl came in here wearing a pleated white skirt and a matching blouse. In fact, I don’t think it’s ever happened.

She looks down for a moment, then nods.

“Okay.”

I call out to Craig, one of my employees, as I walk Grace to my truck. “Watch the shop for me. I’ll be back soon.” He nods, and his eyes move to check Grace out, but I caution him with a motion of my hand. He gets it, and quickly goes back to work on the brakes of the Toyota he’s been repairing.

I open the passenger’s side door for Grace.

It’s an old beater with squeaky hinges and cracked seats.

She deserves better, but she climbs in slowly, lifting her leg to reveal a glimpse of pink lace.

Blood rushes to my cock as she quickly gathers the hem of her skirt, trying to keep secret what’s underneath.

I can barely move with my hard-on pressing against the fly of my pants, but I manage to climb in beside her and turn the engine on.

The cabin of the truck is tight, and Grace is sitting close.

The few inches of her bare thigh has me going crazy, and my hand is just screaming to grab her pale, soft flesh to mark her as mine.

“You don’t have AC?” she asks, fanning herself with a dainty hand.

I grin at her as I pull out of the lot. “Sorry. But you can handle a bit of heat, can’t you?”

She swallows hard. I hear it. I watch her throat move and am instantly filled with relentless fantasies of all the things I could do to her. I’m like a dog chained to a post; just one more jerk and I’ll be free, uncontrolled and going right for what I want.

We drive in mostly silence, with her giving me the occasional direction on how to get to her place. Finally, I pull up to a gravel road with an old, wrought-iron gate, like something out of a Victorian castle. Yeah, definitely old money.

“This is it,” she says softly. “Thank you for the ride.”

I put the car into park but don’t move. I turn and look at her. Really look at her. Her plump, pink lips just begging to be kissed. Her perky tits putting pressure on the buttons of her blouse. This girl can’t even be twenty years old yet.

She plays with the hem of her skirt, tugging it lower down on her thighs.

“Grace,” I say. My voice is lower and rougher than I intended. “Let me ask you something. How good are you?”

Her eyes snap to mine, startled, wide and innocent. “Wh–what?”

“Because I’ve got a bad streak,” I murmur, leaning closer. “And it’s telling me to kiss you right now. But if I do, I won’t be able to stop. Not unless you force me to.”

Her mouth falls open, and she gasps. She should leap out of the car and run from me. But she doesn’t. She feels what I feel too. “But we–we just met.”

“You’re not a minor, are you?” I ask, my voice low.

She doesn’t respond immediately, and her lips are trembling. Panic grips me. Christ, what if she’s off-limits? Finally, she shakes her head and whispers, “I’m–I’m eighteen.”

My body relaxes. Thank God.

I reach out slowly– so slowly –and take her by the back of the neck with my grease-stained hand. She inhales sharply as I pull her toward me. My cock is throbbing with desire. I’ve never wanted a woman more in my life.

I bring my mouth toward hers…

Closer… so close…just a hair away…

And I feel a tremble ripple through her.

“No,” I whisper. “You’re not ready.”

She blinks like she’s shaking away a dream. “I–what?!”

It nearly causes me physical pain to pull away from her, but I do. Slowly. Inch by inch, until I’m looking her dead in the eyes. “You’re shaking, princess. You’re afraid of me.”

“No, I’m not–” she starts to protest, but I silence her with a look.

“It’s all right. You need time. You can have it. But not a lot.” She stares back at me, a blank expression on her face. Her chest rises and falls fast with her heavy breaths.

“I–I should go,” she finally whispers, reaching for her door. I stop her.

“Your number.”

“What?” she stammers.

I hand her my phone. “Put your number in my phone so I can call you to come pick up your car.”

“Right.” She almost smiles. “My car. Almost forgot.”

I watch her delicate fingers as she enters her number into my phone. It’s been years since I’ve had a girl do that. Normally, I don’t have time for the fairer sex. I’ve got a business to focus on, and all they bring is trouble.

But Grace is different. I can already see that.

She nearly drops my phone handing it back to me, but I take it from her and lean over her to open the door. Her skirt flies up when she slides out, revealing her peach of an ass, barely concealed behind a tiny pair of pink lace panties.

My cock jerks with desire. What I wouldn’t give to sink my teeth into that tender flesh.

And as I watch her walk up the path, the gates opening and closing behind her, I make a promise to myself.

That girl is mine.

Not for a one-night-stand. Not for a fun little weekend.

Forever.