<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkxO5BX.jpg)</div>I had the worst time telling Marlon no to most things. It was truly impossible when he wanted touch and affection. My hand was immediately on that jaw of his when his lips hit mine and I didn’t resist hooking a leg over his hip, drawing us in closer than was ever appropriate for anything considered PDA. His touch was my addiction - those kisses my drinks and the ass-smacks my drugs.<br/><br/>There was no apology either as we eased apart with the sting of his spank still fresh on my ass so he could answer the blonde mechanic. I licked my lips and kept my gaze low while I steadied myself against his side. My body always fit in his hands like it was made to be there and the headrush he always gave me never ceased to stop being affective.<br/><br/>I did, however, have to bite back a grin when he handed the keys over and we stepped back almost as one to let her drive the rough-sounding Boss fully into the garage. This one was going to tug on your car fetish, for sure. I watched, and there was no hesitation in her directions as she steered the powerful machine where others had clearly been before, popped the hood and started her systematic inspection. I swayed against him for a moment, kissing his cheek easily before parting from his arms and circling back around to the open hood on the passenger side of the car.<br/><br/>I wasn’t the jealous girlfriend. I wasn’t even the nervous girlfriend. Or the angry girlfriend. I knew my aura was shameless, stable, and self-confident because it was exactly how I felt. And the more she worked, the more she spoke, the more curious about her I got. I bent at the waist, leaning over the fender of the car, my elbows going on the slick black painted metal there, watching with interest, just studying, ignoring or content to be oblivious to the way the position put me on display for both of them. The way her hands plucked and pulled at the engine parts sparked an interest and I grinned up at her. “Damn, you’re good with your hands…” Before I glanced back at where Marlon was standing, raising an eyebrow at the questions directed his way.<br/><br/>“Was this the one you won in that poker game? Remember? I had to come all the way down the coast to pick you up that morning. Or was that the Torino?” My gaze flipped back to the blonde bent over the open-hood of the engine right as she plucked the mouse and other remnants from the air filter. There wasn’t disgust on my face, merely surprise. “You just took this to that other place last week – and they didn’t catch that?! What the hell….”<br/>