“Does that mean you’re going to still yell at me about your car and demand I fix it?”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “I’d like to think that isn’t going to happen anymore, but I’d be lying.”
“I’m not quitting.” That needed to be made clear. I loved my job, and if it meant I had to get yelled at by Brooks every now and then, but then we got to have a private meeting in his office to work it out, I was fine with that.
“I wouldn’t let you.”
“You just told me to quit five minutes ago.”
“It was more like two minutes ago,” he corrected. “I’d track you down just like I did before and beg you to come back.”
I rolled my eyes. “You didn’t exactly beg the last time.” He had been persuasive as hell, and the damn man had made me see him as more than a dickhead driver.
“How soundproof do you think this office is?” Brooks lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Uh, what are you doing?” He walked around his desk with me in his arms and sat down in his chair.
“You able to keep that moaning to a minimum?”
I clamored to get off his lap, but he refused to let me go. “What are you talking about?”
“Last night. When you were about to come, you let out this moan that I swear to Christ would make a priest come in church on a Sunday morning.” His hand pulled up my shirt, and the other hand popped open the button on my jeans.
“Brooks, you can’t say that.” I gasped when in one move, he managed to pull down the zipper on my jeans and lift me up.
“Yank your pants off,” he ordered.
“Don’t talk so loud,” I scolded him, but I did exactly what he asked. Once my pants were off my butt, I stood up just long enough to let them pool at my feet. Brooks lifted me back onto his lap, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I knew it wasn’t going to stop us, but I thought it just needed to be said.
“Duly noted, doll. Now shut up and get my dick out of my pants.”
“So demanding,” I muttered. There wasn’t any sense in trying to argue or act like I didn’t want this. I bit my lip and slowly pulled down the zipper. “We have to be quick.”
I wanted this, but I didn’t want anyone knowing what we were doing in here. I would have preferred to cross the bridge of everyone knowing I was messing around with Brooks when I had pants on.
“Lift up for a second.”
I levered myself on the arms of the chair and lifted up so he could pull his pants and boxers down. He stroked his dick and put a hand on my hip. “Nice and slow,” he whispered.
I slowly sunk down on his dick and bit my lip to keep the moan in my throat from ripping out of my mouth.
“Shit,” he gasped. His hands gripped my sides and gently lifted me up and back down on him. “Fucking always better than the last time.”
He was right. There was something that happened when we were together that made everything and everyone fade away.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Brooks thrust up, his dick buried deep inside me, and he claimed my mouth in a soul-searing kiss. His tongue tangled with mine while I threaded my fingers through his hair and enjoyed the ride.
“Bounce,” he ordered.
I put my weight on my knees and bounced up and down. When he thrusted up, I came down on his dick, burying him deep inside me. “Brooks, God, please.”
His perfectly curved dick hit just the right spot, and I shuddered around him.
He mumbled against my lips, but I was too far gone to understand what he was saying. His fingers found my clit and flicked the small bud. “Come for me, Frankie.”
His hips thrust fast, and I frantically moved my body up and down to match his rhythm. Brooks thrusted one more time then froze as his body shook beneath me as if he was electrified by my touch.
His finger moved a fraction of an inch, and I exploded around him. His arms tightened around me, and he filled my pussy with his cum while I soared on the high of his touch.
His lips moved lazily against mine, and I settled my body into his lap. “Does that classify as my break?” I whispered.
“If you want to do that every day on your break, doll, I’m more than open to that.”
I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “We do that every day, I’m going to need a regular break and then a nap break.”
“Doable,” he chuckled.
“Brooks,” I called.
“Yeah, doll?”
“Everything's changed, right?” I don’t know why that terrified me so much. I liked where Brooks and I were, but I wasn’t sure about bringing the rest of the world into knowing about us.
“It all changed the day you came to work for Cummings Racing.”
And he was right. I may not have known just how much my life changed that day, but looking back now, I could really see how different everything was. “And you’re okay with that?” I whispered.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” His arms wrapped tightly around me, and he pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “Now jump up and get dressed. As much as I want to shout to the world you’re mine, I don’t want them finding out when my dick is buried inside of you.”
“And that is why we get along so well.” I slid off his lap and grabbed my pants off the floor.
“And why is that?”
I grinned and pulled my pants on. “Because I was thinking the same thing. I know everyone is going to find out about us, but perhaps they can find out when we didn’t just have sex.”
Brooks stood and pulled his pants up. “Great minds think alike, doll.”
We both got our clothes on, and I was about to walk back to the shop when he pulled me into his arms and gave me one last kiss. “Come over tonight?”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” I slipped out of his office and came face to face with Brooks’ dad.
“About fucking time,” he growled. He pushed past me without another glance and walked into Brooks’ office.
“How long was he here for?” I asked Harlyn. I had just possibly fucked Brooks while his dad was standing not even twenty feet away.
“Uh, about three minutes ago. He really wasn’t waiting that long, though it felt like an eternity because all he did was scowl at me the whole time.”
I guess that was a small miracle. “I’ll just, uh…get back to work.”
Harlyn gave me a knowing look and nodded.
She knew. Lord have mercy, she totally knew what Brooks and I had just been doing.
Shoot me now.
I had a feeling a whole pile of shit was about to hit the fan between everyone finding out about Brooks and me and his dad storming into his office.
Welcome back to reality, Frankie.
*
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Brooks
“What are you doing here?”
“Trying to do some fucking work, unlike you.” Dad sat down on the chair opposite me and kicked his feet up on my desk. “Unless you call banging your pit crew work.”
I didn’t need this bullshit. My lawyer had been talking to my dad so I didn’t have to deal with it. I was going to need to get a restraining order against the fucker if I wanted him to stay away. “I haven’t heard anything from my lawyer since we counter-offered so I’m really not sure why you’re here.”